"Good!"
Fang Che stepped back with his left foot.
Three parts false, seven parts real.
Instantly, a momentum already fiercely emanated.
The right foot then retreated, slightly slanting outwards three inches.
The stance was steady, mighty, and with hidden sharpness.
Dong Changfeng couldn't help but exclaim, "Good!"
Only a true master could see that this was the stance before the spear's initial attack, the entire posture, like a straight spear piercing the sky, steadfast as an unshakable mountain.
Yet with the spear in hand, it had already reached into the heavens.
The spear intent flowed through his body, cycling back and forth.
Whichever direction he moved, the sharp formation would instantly burst forth.
Fang Che flicked his right wrist, rolling the spear in his hand, leaning it to his side, mighty and unmovable.
The next moment, Fang Che suddenly leaned forward, the spear transforming into a giant snake, surging forward, pointing straight ahead relentlessly.
