Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 546 - 482 This spear is truly astounding

Two Innate Martial Artists clashed, utilizing Innate colliding energies that, with each collision, burst forth massive quantities of fragnted True Qi. These True Qi, like iron filings and shards, fell all around, the inconspicuous fragnts could pierce through cloth, while the powerful could shatter bricks and stones.

Simply put, the collision of Innate True Qi was like the explosion of a fragntation grenade, wreaking terrifying lethal force upon everything in the vicinity.

And this lethal force was indeed effective against the fighting Innate Martial Artists, hence, during battle, both had to ensure their own defense first, that is, by covering their bodies with a layer of True Qi armor.

The True Qi armor of entry-level Innate Martial Artists was rather fragile, yet it was sufficient to fend off the spurting True Qi.

But Yang Zhenshan possessed an advantage - his Iron Armor attire. The heavy Iron Armor might be burdenso, but at the sa ti, it provided significant protective power, ensuring that the True Qi he distributed over his body could be lesser than his opponent’s.

As the battle dragged on, their True Qi depletion beca progressively greater, with almost all internal True Qi exhausted.

And in this state of drained True Qi, the opponent’s combat strength fell to the sa level as Yang Zhenshan.

Quietly, the tide of battle changed. Yang Zhenshan, who had been more defensive than offensive, turned increasingly aggressive, his moves becoming all the more fierce.

One move, his spear swept like a long snake, forcing the opponent to retreat.

His body twisted, and with a change of spear technique, the spear fell like a tiger’s roar, compelling the opponent to retreat again.

At the sa ti, as the opponent delivered a Powerful Slash, Yang Zhenshan lifted his spear to block like a tiger’s claws, using the concave grooves projecting from the spear tip to brace against the opponent’s blade edge.

His spear lifted like a soaring eagle, stabbed like a sharp sword, and cleaved like a cyan dragon. The weighty Mystical Iron Spear, in the hands of Yang Zhenshan, was like an extension of his arm, displaying dominance and aggressiveness while retaining flexibility and variability.

Seeing the opponent’s montum weaken, Yang Zhenshan, seizing his advantage, did not let up; his spear, like a dragon, powerfully slashed down.

However, at this mont, the opponent’s body suddenly shifted sideways by a foot, narrowly evading Yang Zhenshan’s spear, while the long sword in their hands burst forth a red fla and swept horizontally across Yang Zhenshan’s waist.

This guy actually had a trick up his sleeve!

Yang Zhenshan’s pupils abruptly shrank, yet he wasn’t the slightest bit panicked.

With a thought, a pale blue light surfaced on the armor around his waist, while his Mystical Iron Spear changed from a slash to a sweep.

A ’boom’ sound erupted, accompanied by a sharp tallic friction noise.

The next mont.

The opponent’s body was sent flying, while Yang Zhenshan stepped back several paces.

Yang Zhenshan felt the Iron Armor at his abdon, his face revealing an unpleasant expression.

The thick iron plates had shattered; had he not also kept a backup move, that strike would have certainly eviscerated him.

The opponent had intended to trade blow for blow, but it was obvious they miscalculated; Yang Zhenshan wasn’t injured, whereas his sweeping strike had broken the opponent’s right arm.

"Villain, let’s see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!" Yang Zhenshan coldly said.

Following that, he closed in once again.

Every spear strike targeted vital points, each thrust lethal.

The one-ard opponent looked utterly outclassed, almost without any strength to counterattack.

Seeing that he was no match for Yang Zhenshan, the opponent gritted his teeth, threw his long sword at Yang Zhenshan, and while Yang Zhenshan was occupied with blocking, the opponent leaped off the city wall.

"Thinking of fleeing? Too late!"

Yang Zhenshan parried the long sword, and a spear light flashed out diagonally, like a dazzling bolt of lightning or a rainbow piercing through the sun.

The spear, like a cyan dragon, shone brilliantly and moved rapidly without variation, no follow-up moves even necessary.

Yang Zhenshan had almost infused his entire strength into that spear thrust, its speed was as swift as a lightning strike.

He seed to vanish on the spot and then suddenly reappeared behind the person.

The spearhead pierced through the foe’s back, and the bloodied spear tip erged from the front.

The man looked incredulously at the spear tip before his chest.

And from a distance, An Yuxing, who had been watching indifferently, suddenly stood up, his dull eyes now gleaming with a bright spark.

"This spear!"

"So fast!" Lu Baishu murmured.

He hadn’t even seen the mont Yang Zhenshan launched the spear. By the ti he realized it, Yang Zhenshan had already pierced the enemy’s chest.

An Yuxing’s eyes flickered, "With just this spear, Marquis Jing’an qualifies to challenge !"

Lu Baishu turned stiffly, his eyes wide with astonishnt as he looked at An Yuxing, as if questioning whether he had misheard.

Others might not know An Yuxing’s identity, but he was well aware because his father had once served under An Yuxing.

After his father’s death, An Yuxing had visited Marquis Nanyang Mansion multiple tis and had even given guidance on his cultivation.

Had An Yuxing been willing to take disciples, Lu Baishu would have wished to study under him.

The remarkable talents Lu Baishu displayed in his youth were partly An Yuxing’s doing.

It was because of his understanding of An Yuxing that Lu Baishu doubted his own ears.

Yang Zhenshan possesses the strength to challenge An Yuxing?

Had this statent not co from An Yuxing himself, Lu Baishu would never have believed it.

Although that spear strike was incredibly stunning, Lu Baishu still did not think it was capable of making An Yuxing wary.

Naturally, Yang Zhenshan was unaware of An Yuxing’s praise; his eyes now glead like stars.

Even he found that spear strike unbelievable.

It was as if it was not he who had executed the move, but as if guided by divine intervention.

"This spear!"

Yang Zhenshan looked at the black spear shaft in his hands, his face filled with excitent and thrill, "Truly divine!"

He tried to recall the sensation of that mont, but alas, it eluded him.

And strangely, he felt like he could no longer wield the spear as he used to.