Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1205 - 405: Taking the Fall, Battle for Supremacy, Playing Dirty When Outmatched, Burning with Anger (Part 5)

But what exactly is that sharp and vivid piercing feeling?

Hoo...

Instantly, the hairs on Xia Hong's back bristled up; he didn't bother turning, already sensing Yang Zhun's presence right behind him.

What's more, the point of Yang Zhun's spear was firmly pressed against his backbone.

"Teleportation? No way, teleportation doesn't create an afterimage. It has to be extreme speed. I didn't even catch it, and Yang Zhun still held back this ultimate move!"

Sss...

A flurry of ideas raced through Xia Hong's head, yet Yang Zhun's this late strike was obviously meant to finish him off. He lacked the moment to twist his neck before the long spear pierced straight through his spine.

A dot of chilling gleam suddenly focused at his spine's center, with almost twenty jun of immense power slamming down from the rear like Mount Tai, sending Xia Hong's form hurtling forward by hundreds of meters.

Crucially, as he soared ahead, the silver tip of Yang Zhun's spear stayed glued to his spine.

Yang Zhun's spear unleashed such might that myriad silver beams erupted, enveloping them both right away and blocking the view from those underneath.

"The fight's over!"

Yang Fa, thrilled beyond measure, blurted it out first without restraint.

Right before the silver beams exploded, he had distinctly witnessed Xia Hong's spine shatter; the white bones inside were plainly exposed, and with his body impaled by the spear, Xia Hong stood no chance of reversal!

As soon as the silver beams faded, his brother's spear would fully skewer Xia Hong's frame.

The mightiest in Nine Towns would surely be...

"Hold on, something's off—check the saber in Xia Hong's grip!"

Qin Feng spotted the irregularity first, his gaze narrowing a bit, and before the aerial silver beams fully vanished, he yelled out without delay.

At his words, ten individuals immediately glanced upward.

Just then, the silver beams overhead scattered entirely as well.

The glee on Yang Fa's features turned rigid the instant he beheld the true scene amid the silver beams.

Yang Zhun's spear hadn't bored into Xia Hong's body like he imagined, remaining lodged against Xia Hong's spine instead.

Far from penetrating, it hadn't even fractured Xia Hong's bones.

Instead, the Dragon Sparrow Saber that Xia Hong once held had now stabbed into Yang Zhun's belly, angling upward and emerging from his rear.

Poof!

"Those dark red bones, you..."

A gush of blood surged back from Yang Zhun's mouth, his countenance filled with astonishment and fear.

His astonishment stemmed not from the Dragon Sparrow Saber embedded in his gut, but from the incredibly tough bones he encountered while trying to pierce Xia Hong's form.

Close to twenty jun of power couldn't even dent Xia Hong's bones?

"Dark red—beyond golden bones, there's a superior tier of bone talent!"

This realization struck Yang Zhun's mind, sparking a profound sense of peril in his core; he jerked his head up to see Xia Hong charging right at him, not just yanking the Dragon Sparrow Saber from his belly, but also firing a intense beam of light from his left eye straight toward him.

Bam...

Xia Hong had already extracted the Dragon Sparrow Saber from his midsection; given their proximity, Yang Zhun couldn't afford delay and vanished on the spot with the same horrifying velocity.

"Cough..."

Clutching the Dragon Sparrow Saber, Xia Hong hacked up blood, lifted his gaze to the escaping Yang Zhun, his eyes gleaming with profound wariness.

"Nearly flipped the boat in shallow water—truly can't look down on anyone!"

Though wary, noticing Yang Zhun's gut injury along with a gash in his left chest that oozed blood, Xia Hong's eyes promptly showed a deduction.

Whoosh...

His left eye erupted once more with a potent beam, locking onto Yang Zhun directly.

Thanks to the ample space between them, Yang Zhun skipped the teleportation-speed burst this round, opting to evade with his body.

His form sidestepped it, yet Xia Hong pursued relentlessly.

Clank...

The Dragon Sparrow Saber flashed swiftly toward his throat, Yang Zhun's spear swung level in the air to parry, and at the impact, his look shifted abruptly.

"Brother Yang, it looks like your wounds hit harder than mine!"

Xia Hong, reading Yang Zhun's altered expression, gave a frosty grin.

After getting hurt, one's power inevitably wanes!

This rings especially true when the damages affect the bones.

At the Xianyang stage, bones truly serve as the origin of strength.

From that latest collision, he could clearly feel Yang Zhun's core power had fallen to 13 jun, while his own still surged at 16 jun.

"Let me hazard a guess—that burst of speed earlier must have cost you dearly, right? Did it damage you in exchange?"

Xia Hong's remark darkened Yang Zhun's face further.

Just one clash!

Merely one clash, and he uncovers his weakness.

Xia Hong's battle prowess and sharp instincts are terrifyingly keen.

Possessors of either trait prove challenging enough.

The fact that his potential is this outrageous makes it worse!

Big problem.

Beishuo faces serious issues down the line.

Hoo...

Xia Hong pressed forward once more, this time forgoing chops and merging himself with the blade in a explosive rush—the Dragon Sparrow Saber in his grasp appeared to morph into a silver spear, lunging at Yang Zhun's visage in a blink.

Rapid Lightning Spear Technique!

In the late April Bashang Battle, Xia Hong had employed this spear skill he devised himself during his ambush on the three experts.

Wielding the Dragon Sparrow Saber like a spear was routine for him, so brandishing this blade, he outdid Yang Zhun as a spear wielder.

As the spear thrust came, Yang Zhun countered with his own spear, but differing from prior, he failed to time Xia Hong's stab accurately this go, so he backpedaled while sweeping forward, hoping to shove Xia Hong back that way.

The tactic succeeded!

Bam...

Xia Hong's Dragon Sparrow Saber got deflected by the sweep, stopping more than two meters short.

But the moment he halted, Xia Hong snapped his head up.

Whoosh...

Yang Zhun hadn't actually seen the force behind Xia Hong's left-eye beam, but his gut told him landing it would spell disaster.

So, clenching his jaw with no options, his figure blinked out of sight.

To avoid it, he unleashed that teleportation-mimicking speed anew!

This round, Xia Hong wasn't caught off guard like before; he appeared to pinpoint where Yang Zhun vanished from, suddenly whipping his sight to the side, then leaping in that direction.

"Release them!"

Yet right then, Yuwen Dao's cry rang out from beneath.

Xia Hong, mid-leap toward Yang Zhun, shot a look downward, and his face soured instantly.

While all eyes stayed fixed skyward, Qin Feng and Shangguan Yang had stealthily moved toward the Ministry Building.

In moments, they had seized Xia Chuan and Yuwen Dao.

Murong Chui, Xiahou Zhang, Xiang Fuhai—they hadn't stirred at all.

"Lord Xia Hong, mighty as Great Xia may be, it's just one town; it can't match our Six Towns in soldiers or Xianyang-level powerhouses. I concede your might is truly impressive, but you're not yet strong enough to rampage freely on Moao Mountain's Southern Slope. Since you owned up to ordering the deaths of the Three Towns Chamber's folk, you have to provide us closure today!"

Yang Zhun's chilling tone resounded, pushing Xia Hong's fury to its peak.