Seeing Yang Bairao take the initiative to step forward, Xiang Baobao felt a sense of approval and even deeper appreciation.
Back in the day when he practiced the spear, he too had a habit of charging straight into difficulties and fighting opponents above his weight class. This time, Jiang Hua did not say a word before lunging forward with his sword. His long blade fluttered incessantly in front of him, spinning out endless streams of brilliant light. Without resorting to any Congenital secret techniques, the Yuan Qi inside Jiang Hua's body seemed utterly inexhaustible.
In contrast, Yang Bairao’s long spear was unadorned and plain. With the spear held out front, tiny clusters of condensed Yuan Qi flickered at the tip, constantly battering against the tightly woven web of sword light that completely enveloped Jiang Hua. Every single thrust Yang Bairao made resonated with the spear arts he held in his own heart.
Chapter 125