"Bang..."
It was like a thunderclap in his ears, the echo reverberating far and wide.
Black Wolf's wrists, wildly wielding blades, shifted uncontrollably, shattering...
The fanged twin blades spun, flying away with a whoosh.
One was embedded in a tree trunk, the other plunged into the soil, the hilt almost invisible.
He stared in despair at the steel spear's butt, which, like a noodle, twisted into a bizarre arc, bounced up again, striking down with a fierce gust of wind.
His body was weak; he didn't even have the strength to dodge.
*Crack!*
Like smashing a rotten watermelon.
Chen Ping casually sheathed his spear, glanced at the red and white stains on the hilt, and disdainfully tossed the Leopard Charge Spear aside.
He took a few steps forward and picked up the fanged twin blade
