The tip of the light raced towards Lou Cheng's throat, its sinewy body behind it sparkly and pellucid. It seemed both hard and soft, as though it could veer at any moment.
Lou Cheng lowered his center of gravity and stopped in his tracks. Aligning his feet, he swung his right fist at the tip of the spear, covering its surface in a thick layer of ice.
Clang!
The spear shaft tightened. Energy flowed through it and the coldness came alive, sharp and solemn, as though it could pierce through anything.
It stabbed Lou Cheng's fist, shattering the layer of ice and entering it, which made it seem unstoppable.
Snap! Snap! The shattering sound came simultaneously as the spear tip was slowed down by thick layers of ice. Strangely, the closer it was to Lou Cheng's fist, the thinner the ice. The spear seemed to travel through a cold, empty void.
