“Great marksmanship!” Quincy was immediately impressed by Vincent’s quick and urate 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, andbat 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 shed forward fiercely. The attack was simple anddirect, without any fancy moves.


    However, as the de 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 de then heavily collided with the silver spear.


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    The sh of de 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 sh, the two disengaged.


    Vincent’s body trembled as he absorbedthe 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 shing 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, heunched a fierce counterattack.


    The sound of metal striking metal resonated, apanied 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.


    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 everymand. 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 speartechniques are beyondparison!”


    “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 some couldn’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 eximed, her eyes shining.