With a flicker of thought, he drew a wisp of dark golden Heart Fire from his Dantian, guiding it up his meridians to merge with the Qi and Blood he forced from his body.
"Burn!"
The dark golden Undying Flame suddenly flared to life on the tip of his spear, burning silently.
Xu Wuyi flicked his wrist, and the spear thrust out. The flame-wreathed tip cut through the air, creating a faint, searing crackle.
He could feel that the bond between the flame and the spear shaft was still imperfect. A subtle stagnation in the flow of Energy affected the speed and explosive power of his thrusts.
He slowed his movements, carefully feeling out the synergy between his Qi and Blood, Heart Fire, Spirit, and the spear.
Thrust after thrust, adjustment after adjustment, he searched for that feeling of perfect control, as if the spear were an extension of his own arm, moving in complete harmony.
Time flew by as he focused on his training.
