Zhang He gripped his guandao with both hands and let out a thunderous roar, like a sudden clap of thunder shaking the earth. The sheer force of it stirred the air around him. With a sudden shift in his stance, he launched forward like a raging bull, charging straight at Dustin. Though the heavy guandao should have been unwieldy, it moved like a feather in Zhang He's hands, slicing through the air with fierce momentum. The blade screamed as it tore through the wind, as if it could cut through anything in its path. With the weight of a mountain, the guandao came crashing down at Dustin. This strike contained nearly all of Zhang He’s strength. The ground trembled beneath its force, dust swirling into the air in thick, towering columns. He knew clearly in his heart—Dustin was no ordinary opponent. To defeat him, he had to seize the initiative. “Nice technique.” Despite the ferocious attack coming his way, Dustin remained calm and composed. He moved with ease, like a wisp o...