Facing the concurrent attacks from the three longspears that were akin to three shots of stinger missiles, Fang Xingjian creased a series of cold light everywhere with the longsword in his hand, as if it was a counter-missile system, pointing respectively on each of the three longspears at the very last moment.
The longspears rushed in his direction, their speed comparable to that of stinger missiles; the circulation of force from the tip of the spear was akin to flower buds, trembling unceasingly and causing the enemies to mistake where they would be landing.
The whole process tore through the air and brought about a tremendous sound wave attack, as if they would overthrow an ordinary man with a strong build just from the trembling.
It was as if these three spears had transformed the moves into dishes, bringing both the appearance and taste to their limits.
