In a daze, Xu Jingming's vision blurred as a figure picked up a spear and wielded it with remarkable skill.
The images appeared before him, showcasing the figure's mastery over 129 separate spears.
I can't see it clearly, but I can sense the charm. Xu Jingming instinctively extended his hand, and the Psychic Staff wonder transformed into one of the spears. Holding it firmly, Xu Jingming began to imitate the figure's technique.
Channeling the charm he perceived, Xu Jingming demonstrated his psychic spearmanship, causing the hall's lighting to flicker intermittently. He seemed to vanish and reappear at will, as if transcending the boundaries of space and time.
The spear in Xu Jingming's hand assumed the form of another spear, and he continued his imitation.
