Chapter 12: This Game Is Going to Explode

“Impressive! Truly worthy of the reputation as a master of the heavy spear!”

“The White Feather Clan didn’t lie about them!”

Hou Fei, standing over three meters tall, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Though his hands trembled as he gripped his greatsword, and his body bore the internal injuries inflicted by the fierce clashes, his gaze toward Qin Mu burned with intensity.

“My Wind-Cleaving Blade technique has one final move left—the Windless Strike. If you can withstand this, then I concede defeat!”

At Hou Fei’s words, many from the Crystal Clan present showed expressions of surprise.

“Is Hou Fei going all out? After using that move, he’ll be bedridden for two or three days.”

“Is the Human Clan really that strong? I recall Hou Fei could hold his own against quasi-warriors in the wild using Windless Strike.”

“Those who earn titles in the wild aren’t simple at all. But for Hou Fei to resort to this desperate move, his loss is well deserved!”

The Crystal Clan members watched as Hou Fei readied his blade, his muscles bulging and turning a dark crimson, all eyes shifting to Qin Mu, who stood less than ten meters away.

Qin Mu’s condition was no better. His hands trembled, blood surged wildly through his body, and his muscles ached sharply—a clear sign that their clash had taken a heavy toll.

On the human side, many stared at Qin Mu with anxious eyes, some itching to rush forward and take his place against Hou Fei’s final strike.

“The last move, huh?” Qin Mu watched as Hou Fei stepped forward, gripping the greatsword behind his back, gathering power. After a deep breath, Qin Mu stamped his foot, tightened his grip on the spear, and shouted, “Bring it on!”

“Alright!”

Hou Fei laughed heartily, planting his foot firmly. His step shot forward like an arrow, bringing him right before Qin Mu as his blade swung down in unison.

Windless Strike!

In that instant, it felt as though the wind itself ceased, silence enveloping the air. Only a black shadow surged straight toward Qin Mu, moving with such speed that everyone present gasped in shock.

Supersonic!

This was a true strike exceeding the speed of sound, the roar left far behind the blade.

“Damn it!” Lin Qi’s expression darkened as he witnessed the strike.

A blade surpassing the speed of sound wasn’t merely fast; kinetic energy depends on both mass and velocity—the faster it moves, the greater its force.

At that moment, Qin Mu did not retreat but advanced boldly. He stepped into Hou Fei’s attack range, pivoted his foot, and brushed past the shadow of the blade, positioning himself at Hou Fei’s side.

“You!”

“Precision... Microscopic?”

Hou Fei’s eyes widened, staring fixedly at Qin Mu standing beside him. He could only watch helplessly as Qin Mu’s spear whipped through the air, striking the armor protecting Hou Fei’s side.

Bang!

Hou Fei’s towering frame was sent flying over ten meters, crashing heavily to the ground.

“Victory?”

“Brother Qin wins!”

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