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A long spear was meant to be wielded with both hands, unlike its short counterpart, which could be wielded with just one. Whether accelerating, braking, or changing direction, handling a spear over two meters long left no alternative.
To master a polearm, one needed to use not only its blade but also its shaft to perfection. Cutting, thrusting, striking, pushing, and spinning—these were the techniques of spearplay. Berger was a master ranked among the very best A-rank mercenaries in both experience and skill.
Parrying a thrust aimed at his temple with a clang, Leon found himself impressed anew by the flawless technique. Even wielding the spear with one arm, Berger maintained a sharp, relentless offense.
This wasn’t some sloppy imitation by a monster. It was the distilled essence of a spear that Berger, the veteran, had mastered through countless battlefields.
Still, Leon could tell the strength was lacking compared to when it was used with both hands. With his concentration honed over the dozens of exchanges, he was able to pick out that flaw.
The reason a spear was so fearsome in close combat was simple. It could unleash several powerful attacks in quick succession with minimal movement, all without giving the opponent a chance to respond.
Even if a swordsman blocked or dodged, they couldn’t...
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