The Liaoyuan Long Spear was gripped firmly in his hand, its dark gold shaft gleaming with a cold luster in the afternoon sun.
Wang Hanshan looked at the spear, a flash of approval in his eyes.
"Good spear," he said. "But using spears in a spar can easily cause injuries. Let's do this—use your fists."
Xu Wuyi froze for a moment.
Use his fists?
He majored in Spear Techniques. Although his unarmed combat skills weren't bad, they still fell short compared to his spearplay.
Wang Hanshan saw his hesitation and smiled.
"What's wrong? Do you think you can't beat me with your fists?"
"No," Xu Wuyi shook his head. "It's just that my Fist Techniques cannot compare to my Spear Techniques."
"Isn't that perfect?" Wang Hanshan said with a smile. "Otherwise, you'd have to hold back for fear of shattering my old bones."
It was a joke, but it also made his stance clear: go all out, no holding back.
