"Hey—ha—"
Accompanied by the sound of stomping feet, a row of long spears collectively thrust forward, their sharp tips piercing the air, nearly shrieking.
As for the spearheads, they were crafted with fine iron, which is essentially steel.
Due to the use of extraordinary martial arts, the thrust of the spear could puncture even steel armor with a hole the size of a pinky fingernail.
Of course, this only applies unless they aim directly at the thick front chest plate.
Jill stood on the corner tower of the training field, observing downwards through a telescope.
On the reinforced grassy ground, the soldiers of the Black Legion lined up practicing formation, while on the other side, the swooshing sounds of swords slicing through air could be heard.
Without a doubt, anyone selected into the Black Legion had at least reached the second stage of the breathing technique.
