Lu Yun had shored up the weakness of his chest a long time ago, but he still left traces of it as a trap. Just like he’d said to the king soldier, there was no such thing as perfect combat art. If a combat art reached that level, then either it was one big flaw, or mistakes could be found everywhere within it.

The opening he’d left in front of his chest had seemed just right enough to attract an attack from Ghost Dragon at his full strength. That, in turn, gave Lu Yun enough leeway to destroy his opponent’s weapon with three moves and force him back.

Far from just shattering Ghost Dragon’s spear, Lu Yun had also shattered his combat art.

Ghost Dragon shook his spear, summoning bleak wails from the weapon. The grim...