Xuanyuan's eyes gleamed.
However, before he could praise him, he saw the Giant Spearman's wrist flip, and the crescent blade of the bronze spear sliced into Chen Ji's abdomen.
In the hands of the Giant Spearman, the bronze spear was like a living creature. Although it was a cumbersome weapon, it became extremely tricky to handle.
When Chen Ji returned to the top of Qingshan, Xuanyuan sternly said, "Just now you dodged very well, but why didn't you anticipate that your opponent might have other tricks? Fighting is like playing chess; you need to think ten moves ahead. With the same strength, whoever can predict the enemy's moves will win!"
Chen Ji nodded seriously, "Understood, let's go again!"
He fought from morning to noon, and from noon to evening, never winning but growing more serious and more excited with each battle.
He had lost count of how many times he had died; the more he died, the rougher and more direct his fighting style became.
