Are you joking?
"New Martial?" Liao Yu reacted quickly.
Lu Yuan didn't respond, merely offering a slight smile. Liao Yu, however, became completely serious.
No wonder this young man dared to test my spear, he thought. It turns out he has a defensive New Martial transplant. In that case, there's really no need for me to hold back.
At this thought, a cold glint flashed in Liao Yu's eyes. The long spear in his hand danced, a dense white Light of Vigor flaring on his arms and the weapon. Instantly, with a flick of his wrists, he unleashed hundreds, perhaps thousands, of thrusts at Lu Yuan. The long spear tore through the air, emitting a barrage of sharp, low whistles as it conjured a storm of illusory spear shadows that rained down.
