The opponent's exquisite move had dissipated the burst of energy he had released, and Solonberg's deep eyes sparkled with brilliant sparks. Such a battle was meaningful. Neither his sparring with companion Vladimir Koff nor his fight to the death with Shatima could compare to this thrilling clash. It was only through contests with masters that one could truly improve, and at that moment, Solonberg's heart was alight with surging combat spirit.
With a sudden heft of the tail end of his spear, a black dragon seemed to surge forth in defiance, roaring upwards and stirring up a thousand layers of wave-like Qi. Amidst the profusion of spear shadows, entwined in the outburst of Fighting Qi, he instantly re-engaged his opponent, locking them in once more.