"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Nezha was dancing with his long spear under the scorching sun.
Li Jing sat high upon the Taishi Chair, his gaze overlooking from above.
As Nezha flicked and jabbed, the spearhead adorned with a red tassel quivered chaotically, like a restless golden rooster nodding its head.
A multitude of spear flowers blossomed, resembling red plum blossoms.
Everyone watching couldn't help but be dazzled, with some nodding in secret approval, faces full of admiration.
"Excellent!"
"Excellent!"
"Excellent!"
Nezha seemed to be born for battle.
No matter what martial arts he saw, just watching once was enough for him to grasp the general idea.
In these days, Li Jing had kept him within the military camp, which was somewhat restrictive, but Nezha also learned quite a bit.
At Li Jing's request, several generals even imparted all their martial expertise to him.
