Aid in the Fists

Who would have thought that after throwing a punch, a spear would appear in his fist?

This wasn't high-level energy.

Ling Han saw very clearly that this spear of his opponent had not appeared out of thin air, but had rather "grown" out of his fist.

Are you a f****** monster!

Ling Han activated the Shuttle Steps and dodged this attack with ease.

Peng! The spear missed its target, yet it easily pierced through the wall behind Ling Han.

"Are you curious?" Fang Ziping smiled faintly, and raised his left hand. That spear actually slowly shrunk back into his hand, "The world only knows that Extreme Bone Tier elites temper their Godly bones, but doesn't know that these molted bone scraps can still have other uses."

Ling Han couldn't help but feel disgusted, and asked, "This is formed from bone scraps?"