Open ground.
Chen Fan gripped the long spear. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt a surge of bravery, completely different from holding a bow and arrow.
Zhang Ren frowned as he looked at Chen Fan's hands holding the spear.
However, it's understandable since Chen Fan had never practiced with a spear and didn't know the correct grip.
"Spear technique, easy to learn but hard to master," he said slowly, his hands behind his back. "It's easy to learn, even for beginners. Facing an enemy with a spear over three meters long doesn't induce much fear; you just instinctively thrust the spear forward.
It's hard to master because the spear is too long, especially the big spear, which is at least twice a person's height, even up to four or five meters. Do you know what this means?"
Chen Fan instinctively shook his head.
"Leverage."
