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As Yue Qianfeng passed the pinned fugitive, he reached out and grabbed the spear.
With the inertia of the ride, he pulled it out smoothly.
The spear blade naturally tore a terrible wound in the man's body.
In the past, Li Guanyi didn't quite understand the moves of the ancient warriors he faced, but now, mounted on horseback, those moves that were awkward on foot suddenly became fluid and natural, as if it was meant to be that way.
Throwing the spear, pinning the kill, dashing wildly on the horse, pulling out the spear, tearing the wound.
Then his mount surged forward, and he lifted his arm.
The fugitive, who was ruthless against ordinary people, was flung away by this great force.
He hit the ground with a thud and was clearly dead.
Master Mo sheathed his sword and said, "The spear technique of a fierce general in battle..."
"Always seems so domineering every time I see it."