Ferdinand knew that Fang Xingjian was extremely talented. If not, how could he have transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero? How could he have transcended the speed of sound at the age of sixteen?
But he had never thought that the other party would be able to guide him in his spear arts.
However, the scene before him smashed through his common sense. The force that Fang Xingjian sent into him was not only extremely precise as it flowed through his body via his vital energy and blood and his tendons, but it also did not hurt his body in the least!
The most horrifying thing was that this energy was exactly the force his earlier attack was meant to unleash. Its strength was not only profound, it was actually perfect! The grasp on his vital energy and blood suddenly became better tailored for his body, as if he had practiced this move for decades. It could be used by Ferdinand as a standard to refer to, and it was something that even he was unable to display.
