As soon as Merion rode to him, he knew that he was realizing the advantage of holding a spear with his hands open.
Now he couldn't predict how Avodo would attack him. Would he stab him, lift him, sweep him, or stab his leg from above.
His whole body was within range of Avodo's attack.
Avodo's high-speed attack was the only choice.
Merion had to defend himself and find a chance to fight back.
This was no longer a two horses' confrontation.
Then he ran back to the original place and began the next round of flushing.
Avodo kept attacking Merion.
Merion couldn't get rid of him.
Avodo's spear skill was superb. He stabbed, thrust, swept, stabbed, and so on in one go.
Every time Merion managed to resist his last attack.
His next attack came in a blink of an eye.
Avodo was riding on a horse like he was on the ground. They cooperated perfectly.
He could turn around and turn flexibly.
He was good at horse riding.
The situation was one-sided.