Her hand stretched toward her spear in the distance, causing it to wobble once before shooting out of the ground at blinding speeds and charging into her grasp.
'What the hell was that…' Dyon's frown deepened.
Dyon had never heard of such telekinetic abilities existing in the martial world. In theory, one would be able to imitate such an ability with wind will, but Dyon's Perception would have caught on to that if she had. If Dyon wasn't wrong, Asyna had just made her spear, that was no doubt several hundred thousand jin in weight for itself, fly toward her without using a will at all.
'Old Lizard,' Dyon communicated with the Dragon King, 'Was that her weapon's spirit that did that?'
The Dragon King snorted, filling Dyon's ears with an ancient and rumbling voice. Clearly he didn't like Dyon's nickname for him. They rarely communicated with one another, but Dyon still dared to be so casual with him as though he wasn't a lauded transcendent being.