"Kill him, kill him!"
Li Ping coughed up blood and pointed at Chen Yi, rasping.
Clang—
A long, piercing sound. A blade, unclouded by distractions, slid out of its scabbard, flashing with cold light as Chen Yi advanced step by step.
Mo Hu stepped forward, drawing the two short spears hanging at his waist in a reverse grip. Then, with a sudden burst of force in his legs, he lunged forward like a dragon surging out of the sea.
One spear thrust forward, the other positioned to parry or launch a follow-up attack—a combination of hard and soft techniques. The Youzhou Twin Spears evolved from the Bagua Double-Head Spear, combining brute strength and dexterity to counter blade-wielding martial artists in confined spaces where longer weapons are cumbersome.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Hu closed in, but at the precise moment his spears were about to strike, his face dramatically changed.
