Xu Tiecheng had been prepared, and this time he managed to avoid the attack, but he also realized that something was amiss.
Xun Long charged in, and this time he didn't use a skill but a regular attack. Yi Zheng sneered coldly, changed direction, and dove down toward Xun Long. The moment they collided, Yi Zheng's fists started pounding like crazy. Xun Long's long spear flickered, turning into three phantoms, disorienting Yi Zheng to the point where he couldn't differentiate between the real and the fake.
But...
"Flickering, huh? No matter how much you flicker, it's still fake. Let me show you what's real!" Yi Zheng immediately employed his Eight-Clawed Skill, and six arms burst out from his body, all of them hammering toward Xun Long. This time it was Xun Long's turn to crumble. Facing relentless eight-armed strikes that required no finesse but were nonetheless more effective than skill-based attacks, he simply couldn't block them all.