November 14th, in the afternoon, inside the manor's training room.
"Swish!"
"Swish!" Jiang Ye's figure flickered, thrusting out his spear one after another, as swift as lightning.
But unlike before, every thrust produced no substantial force.
Not even the sound was unusual.
It was as if an ordinary person without any martial skills was practicing a regular spear technique.
Even Jiang Ye, from three months ago, watching this scene nearby, probably wouldn't have seen anything special.
But at this moment, Jiang Ye had entered a very rare state.
If any master beyond Second Break was present, they would be shocked to discover.
Now Jiang Ye seemed like a bomb filled with energy, ready to unleash a shocking strike at any moment.
And as Jiang Ye kept thrusting, the terrifying energy accumulated within him was continuously growing.
The first spear.
The second spear.
The third spear...
With each thrust, the energy inside Jiang Ye skyrocketed.
Until the sixth spear.
