He didn't know how to thrust?
How to thrust?
In what manner to thrust?
Why would it be like this?
Yang Zhenshan went from exhilaration to bafflement, from bafflement to a tinge of fear.
Suddenly he violently shook his head, clenching the spear shaft tightly with his palm.
"How could I not know how to use a spear? The spear is part of my body!"
After decades of cultivation, Yang Zhenshan had integrated the spear into his very bones.
To say that the spear was a part of his life was no overstatement.
If he couldn't use a spear, wouldn't it mean that a part of his life was missing?
This thought seemed utterly absurd to Yang Zhenshan.
Collecting his thoughts, discarding these ridiculous ideas, Yang Zhenshan's attention once again fell on the opponent before him.
His right arm was disabled, and his left chest was pierced; the other party was already severely injured.
