Light poured across the courtyard and touched the cold shaft of a long spear lying at its center. The weapon glimmered faintly, runes faintly etched along its length. Its presence alone carried a weight that made the air feel heavy.
Zhou Chen stood a few steps away ith his chest left exposed and covered with a sheen of sweat. His arms were still sore from yesterday’s training, yet his gaze never wavered. That spear had humiliated him again and again. But not today.
“Alright,” he muttered under his breath, flexing his fingers, “one more time.”
The little white puppy sitting nearby tilted its head. It let out a soft bark, tail wagging lazily as if in mock encouragement.
Zhou Chen managed a tired grin. “Yeah, yeah… keep laughing. Let’s see who wins this time.”
He stepped closer and wrapp
