"Thank you for the reminder, My Lord."
Chu Lingguang said, clasping his fist.
His gaze was a little dazed. He had managed to hold the long spear tight not by brute-forcing against its pull, but because a strange sensation had appeared in his body. His Qi Blood seemed to boil in unison with the long spear, unconsciously dissipating the force of the impact.
He felt as if he had grasped the knack of it.
Unfortunately, the feeling was fleeting.
Chu Lingguang wanted to use it again but couldn't figure out the trick. He could only make a mental note of it, planning to ask that teacher at the academy what had happened.
"You two are both skilled in the Spear Technique, each with your own subtleties. I recall that Bao Zhenhai's Life-taking Linked Spear is renowned for being like 'a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, yet not a single leaf touches the body'."
"WHOOSH!"
