As the sound reverberated, the sparring partner's Qi Blood surged outward like a roaring flame. The muscles on his right arm suddenly condensed, looking like coiling steel bars.
VMMM—
The three-pointed, double-edged weapon rose level with his right shoulder and elbow, held perpendicular to the right side of his chest. He looked like an executioner raising his beheading axe, like Hou Yi nocking his Sun-Shooting Arrow, or Lü Bu brandishing his Fangtian Halberd.
His movements were slow. Everyone could clearly see how he raised his arm, how he circulated his Qi Blood, how he gathered Strength in his right arm. Yet, in those few short breaths, it was like watching a hundred streams flow into a river, a thousand rivers converge into the sea.
