"Today, I will make you pay the price for looking down on me!"
Mo Qiang roared, wielding a spare long spear he usually kept in his Storage Bag. The spear was a clear, cyan color, with a faint, flowing radiance rippling across its surface—it was clearly no ordinary weapon.
Qin Xuan, however, remained entirely unruffled, his expression as calm as ever. He had not underestimated his opponent in the slightest; it was simply that this level of combat failed to spark any interest in him. To an ordinary person, Mo Qiang was undeniably a formidable expert, someone who could even make a name for himself within the talent-saturated Taicang Academy. But before Qin Xuan, he didn't even rank, and the power Mo Qiang was unleashing struck Qin Xuan as nothing more than fragile and inconsequential.
Chapter 992