NovelEnglish"Great marksmanship!" Quincy was immediately impressed by Vincent's quick and accurate shot.
As they said, a person couldn't judge the skill of an elite until they were in action.
Compared to Miles, a disciple of the Sword Union, Vincent surpassed him in cultivation, technique, and combat
experience by more than tenfold.
With a simple shot, Vincent not only possessed astonishing power but also concealed countless variations,
making it nearly impossible to defend against.
His strength was on par with that of a grandmaster martial artist—a true genius, no doubt.
Despite Vincent's aggressive attack, Marco remained cool. Marco drew his Demon sword and slashed forward
fiercely. The attack was simple and direct, without any fancy moves.
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However, as the blade descended, it emitted a brilliant red light, thickening the air around it.
It was as if blood was flowing along the path of the Demon sword, creating a mysterious arc in the air. The blade
then heavily collided with the silver spear.
An explosion ensued.
The clash of blade and spear unleashed a powerful energy wave that swept in all directions like a tidal wave. In
an instant, debris flew, and dust filled the air.
Many people struggled to keep their eyes open against the blowing sand.
Following the intense clash, the two disengaged.
Vincent's body trembled as he absorbed the recoil force. Without stopping, he followed the silver spear's
movement and, with a sweeping motion, aimed at Marco's forehead.
This strike carried an immense force capable of shattering rocks. When it hit the person's head, it felt like
smashing a watermelon with a hammer, effortlessly crushing it.
Marco seemed to anticipate the attack, tilting his head to avoid the spear's attack while slashing with his sword.
Vincent blocked it with his spear, neutralizing Marco's powerful force, and then retreated to create distance.
Leveraging the advantage of the spear's length, he launched a fierce counterattack.
The sound of metal striking metal resonated, accompanied by numerous sparks.
Vincent relentlessly unleashed a series of powerful attacks, using various moves like thrusts, jabs, sweeps, flicks,
spins, blocks, and lunges.
His spear moved so fast that it turned into a blur, making it nearly impossible for ordinary martial artists to
distinguish between reality and illusion.
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Vincent's attacks were not only fast but also incredibly sharp, with deceptive angles. Each move was
unpredictable.
In his hands, the silver spear seemed to possess a life of its own, responding to his every command. His mastery
of spear techniques had reached an unparalleled level, even awe-inspiring from a distance.
"He truly lives up to the Spearhawk name!"
"Every thrust unleashes a dragon! It's absolutely stunning! His spear techniques are beyond comparison!"
"Keep it up, Vincent! Uphold the honor of our Dragonmarsh martial artists!"
As Vincent showcased his skills, the crowd felt a surge of joy, and scouldn't resist cheering. After enduring
the taunts from the Kimboku brats, Vincent's performance brought relief and pride.
"I never thought Vincent would be so brave, making those bullies lower their heads. Victory seems certain now!"
Ruby exclaimed, her eyes shining.
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