Keep your gun and get out.

Time flew by, and more than four months passed.

Above the wasteland, two figures moved so fast they were almost invisible, leaving only streams of crimson and black light clashing madly against each other.

Every collision brought a deafening roar, and the resulting shockwaves tore fierce fissures into the solid ground.

The current Su Ji was no longer the small fry who used to be trampled under the little girl's feet within three seconds.

The little red-haired girl's figure suddenly appeared before him. The crimson spear in her hands, carrying flames that could incinerate all things, smashed down right at his head.

Feeling that approaching mighty power, Su Ji's eyes no longer held even a trace of fear, leaving only a boiling intent to battle.

The pitch-black flames swirling around him suddenly surged, transforming into a ferocious fire dragon that coiled around to protect his body.

The spear in his hand turned into a blur of afterimages. Striking out like a dragon, he thrust no less than a hundred times in a single second, attacking the little red-haired girl with the frenzied output of a pile driver.

Every single thrust accurately pinpointed the weaknesses on her body.

Clang, clang, clang, clang—

The dense sound of clashing metal merged into a continuous ring, and furious shockwaves swept out in all directions.

The black and crimson spear in Su Ji's hands thrust fiercely with a resolve that seemed to pierce through everything.

The oncoming wave of crimson fire was forcefully torn open right down the middle by him.

The high-speed rotating pitch-black flames, carrying a counter-storm, formed a heaven-reaching fire tornado with Su Ji at its center.

The little red-haired girl never expected that the fire dragon she had casually unleashed would be swept up by her opponent and smashed right back into her face.

However, there was not the slightest bit of fear on her face.

She pulled back her spear and actually assumed an upright, straightforward downward-cleaving stance.

Facing the roaring pitch-black fire tornado, she chose to meet it head-on.

In the next instant, spear and spear collided heavily.

Spear tip met spear edge in a violent clash.

The earth beneath Su Ji's feet collapsed with a boom. Sparks hotter than magma flew in all directions, burning pitch-black craters into the ground.

The space where they clashed rippled violently, shining with a blinding brilliance and shooting out steel-cone-like flashes of fire in all directions.

Although the black flames around Su Ji had been weakened considerably, they still carried that all-piercing momentum, stubbornly resisting her offensive.

Pierce, pierce, pierce, and pierce again!

He had only one thought in his mind.

If he couldn't block it, he would truly die.

The ground beneath his feet caved in another chunk. Dozens of concentric cracks were deeply branded into the earth, and the collapsing soil filled into the massive ravine not far away.

Only then did the accompanying fierce winds finally subside.

Concealed by the storm, the man and the dragon had already exchanged more than a dozen blows in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, with a flip of her wrist, the little red-haired girl actually caught Su Ji's flame spear barehanded.

Her other hand gripped her own dragon spear, blocking the Wind Chant Sword that Su Ji had cleaved down with his momentum.

This was not the end.

After she shook off the sword blade.

She thrust her spear backhand straight at Su Ji's throat.

So fast!

Su Ji's pupils shrank. Exerting force with his feet, he pulled back and retreated.

However, this time, he did not use continuous rapid attacks to seize the initiative like he usually did.

He and the little red-haired girl actually stepped back at the exact same frequency.

When she pressed forward a step, he retreated a step.

Seeing Su Ji's abnormal movements, the little red-haired girl thought to herself that things were looking bad.

Without hesitation, she shattered the ground with a stomp, forcefully halting her forward momentum, and instead swung the crimson spear in her hands heavily toward Su Ji.

But it was too late.

Su Ji took another two steps back, pulling open a perfect distance.

He leaped high into the air, raising the spear in his hands above his head and drawing it behind his back.

His wrists turned.

Elbow joints, shoulders, waist.

His entire body tensed to the absolute limit at this moment.

Then, he declared loudly.

The victory is decided.

In an instant, a terrifying killing intent flowed from the tip of his spear.

It did not stir up a storm.

The thin, visible dust around him seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand, clinging tightly to the ground.

Su Ji unleashed a thunderous strike.

The little red-haired girl inexplicably felt that the scene before her was quite familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

But before she could recall where that sense of deja vu came from, an inexplicable sense of crisis madly surged from the bottom of her heart.

Without a second thought, acting almost entirely on instinct, she actually threw the crimson spear in her hands at Su Ji.

That crimson spear traced a perfect arc in the air, accurately colliding with the tip of Su Ji's spear.

Following that was a violent collision.

The two spears each spun in the air and actually flew back into their masters' hands.

The little red-haired girl's pupils shrank fiercely.

She saw Su Ji rapidly closing in on her.

The two spears were about to clash once again.

She saw a triumphant smile hanging on Su Ji's face.

He shifted his spear slightly by an inch.

In a flash of lightning, everything was set in stone.

The tip of the spear in Su Ji's hand pointed straight at the little red-haired girl's throat.

Meanwhile, her own spear was still quite a distance away from Su Ji's throat.

I win.

Su Ji looked at her and grinned.

The little red-haired girl remained silent, glancing at her own crimson spear.

At the tip of the spear, there was a tiny chip.

That was bitten off by her own mouth four months ago to help Su Ji reforge his weapon.

If the spear tip had still been there, she would have been the first to pierce the opponent's throat.

And it was not just that.

Even if her strength was suppressed to the same level, with her powerful dragon vitality, Su Ji's strike would merely be a fatal wound, at most making her rest for a few months.

But Su Ji would absolutely die under her spear.

However, she disdained to explain.

The victor was decided.

Hmph.

She snorted coldly, her delicate little face carrying a hint of displeasure.

Then I have nothing left to teach you. Pack up your spear and get out of here.