Chapter 72 - 62, Eyes light up at the sight of money
Xuanyuan’s eyes gleamed.
However, before he could praise him, he saw the Giant Spearman’s wrist flip, and the crescent blade of the bronze spear sliced into Chen Ji’s abdomen.
In the hands of the Giant Spearman, the bronze spear was like a living creature. Although it was a cumbersome weapon, it became extremely tricky to handle.
When Chen Ji returned to the top of Qingshan, Xuanyuan sternly said, "Just now you dodged very well, but why didn’t you anticipate that your opponent might have other tricks? Fighting is like playing chess; you need to think ten moves ahead. With the same strength, whoever can predict the enemy’s moves will win!"
Chen Ji nodded seriously, "Understood, let’s go again!"
He fought from morning to noon, and from noon to evening, never winning but growing more serious and more excited with each battle.
He had lost count of how many times he had died; the more he died, the rougher and more direct his fighting style became.
Like a steel billet sent into a furnace for reshaping and repeatedly hammered to remove impurities.
Chen Ji suddenly realized that this kind of skill, forged without any set routine and not performed for anyone’s viewing, was closer to the essence of killing.
Xuanyuan watched Chen Ji fight time and again, seemingly tireless—the youth lacked that innate combat instinct but possessed the same fighting spirit.
Obsession.