"Clang—"
"Ting—"
The howling winds, the roaring flames, and the clash of metal intermingled, resonating continuously across the training ground.
With the new alloy material, Ji Huai held nothing back; his weapon was no longer limited to the Horse-cutting Saber as he reverted to the variable weapon mode. Feeling immense pressure, Qin Chuan became momentarily careless after several rounds, allowing the flaming lance to pierce through his Water Hand.
Just as the sharp tip of the spear was about to puncture a hole in Qin Chuan's body, Ji Huai instinctively held back but sensed something was amiss.
It was not until Qin Chuan's body transformed into countless flying snowflakes, causing the sharp spear to stab the air, that Ji Huai realized what was wrong.
Qin Chuan had another skill he had not used before.
Watching the drifting frost snow, Ji Huai withdrew his lance, his muscles tensing.
A flake of snow that drifted behind Ji Huai flickered with light, revealing Qin Chuan's figure.