Star Trace Suit
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Inside the courtyard, countless afterimages of spears could be seen. Gravel was stirred up circle after circle as they kept spinning into the sky.
Ou Yangming held the handle of his spear tightly, then he took a step back and borrowed force to flick an arc reflexively. By making a slide, he swung his spear again as if he was drawing a round windmill.
Fed by hundreds of families in a village when he was younger, Ou Yangming naturally knew that a spear was known for being tough and should be wielded like a ferocious tiger without breaks in between.
The spear force from Ou Yangming's spear surged. It was fast, hurried, and tight like a big net that was going to cover the area in front of him. His body's Qi movement was aroused, and it gave off a smooth feeling.
"Throat-locking!" As he grunted, the spear force changed and carried a ruthless and violent feeling.