Then with a flick, he was left hanging in mid-air.
The wrist shook once more.
In an instant, Zhenyan Heichi felt as though his body was struck by lightning, unable to hold his spear any longer, dropping it with a "pop".
Li Yuan flipped his spear and pinned it firmly into the ice, nailing the young man completely onto the frozen surface.
Zhenyan Heichi still wanted to fight back, flailing with his left hand, trying to break the spear tip.
Li Yuan didn't waste any words, swiftly pulled out the spear, which pierced like lightning, stabbing and tearing through the joints of his arms and legs.
This time, Zhenyan Heichi didn't move, couldn't move.
He tilted his head, as if he understood something, and shouted loudly:
"Actually, your first victory wasn't by luck! You deliberately fought with me for so long, didn't you?
Your spear skills are so powerful, you could have defeated me in an instant, right?"
Li Yuan was taken aback by these words.
