The Small Rong Tree before him seemed to become transparent, its trunk revealing what looked like a network of roots. Chu Lingguang watched as the power seeping from his Long Spear erupted inside the tree. The trunk's interior was damaged, causing the bark to bulge outward.
"WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!"
He thrust again, again, and again.
With a BANG, the bark burst open. A teacup-sized hole appeared in the spot his Long Spear was aimed at, as though it had been carved out by one thrust after another.
"How is this possible?"
Du Juan's eyes widened once more.
He and Du Wushuang both saw it clearly. Chu Lingguang's Long Spear was a full meter away from the Small Rong Tree. While each thrust sent out a ripple of power, it merely dispersed into the surroundings. The afterimages of the spear never closed the distance to the Small Rong Tree.
How could it possibly create a hole from a distance?
"What a kid."
