Zhou Jing only glanced at Guard Zhao, before holding the spear in one hand and tapping the tip of the spear forward, assuming a welcoming stance.
Seeing this, Guard Zhao roared before stabbing forward with his spear.
The pressure from his spear blew against Zhou Jing's face, showing that the strike carried his full force and weight.
From the looks of it, he was even stronger than Wu Zhen, who had died in his hands.
Zhou Jing's expression did not change. He raised his spear and shook it, easily blocking his opponent's spear shaft. With a clang, he easily deflected his opponent's weapon.
Without waiting for Guard Zhao to change his move, Zhou Jing moved like a rabbit. He held the spear with both hands and stabbed it at his chest. As fast as lightning, he thrust towards Guard Zhao's heart.
Splat!
The tip of the spear pierced through his chest.