"Let me crush your zeal. Raging Storm, Lightning Form!" Zen Ki said as he dashed towards Jian Mo's spear.
"Is he okay? Why isn't he attacking or dodging the spear but running towards it instead?"
"I don't know,"
"Lighting Grip!" Zen Ki said as he front flipped.
"What's he doing?"
"Don't tell me,"
"Unbelievable! He's trying to catch the spear,"
"Now!!" Zen Ki roared as he caught Jian Mo's spear while on the air before stoning it at Jian Mo.
"Stop!!" Jian Mo shouted as he tried to stop his spear telepathically.
"Like it's that easy," Zen Ki said as he appeared in front of the horizontally layed spear before punching at the bottom of the spear, breaking the resistance putted up by Jian Mo.
Pisss!!!
"....,"
"You should have admitted defeat," Zen Ki said to Jian Mo before turning around.
Staring at the spear imbedded in his chest, Jian Mo mumbled some words before his eyes went dim, signifying his death.