Yuan Baijing turned back once again and thrust out his third spear!
Xue Jing shook his head and faced the approaching spear tip with an outstretched palm, flicking it with his finger, striking the spear point.
"Clang—"
The long spear slipped from Yuan Baijing's grasp, spinning towards the sky at a high speed, reaching hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye before spinning back down and plunging into the ground of the training area with a thud—right between He Han's spread legs.
"Shit!"
He Han, sitting on the ground with his legs apart, broke into a cold sweat as he looked at the spear shaft inches away from him.
Meanwhile, Yuan Baijing was lying on the ground, panting heavily with pale lips, looking completely drained as if he had been hollowed out, clearly devoid of any energy to continue the fight.
"That's quite interesting, what spear skills are these?"
