Lu Yuan walked over to the melee weapon rack nearby.
He casually picked up a sledgehammer.
The super-alloy sledgehammer, weighing hundreds of kilograms, felt weightless in his hand as he swung it, creating a WHOOSHING sound.
The swinging sledgehammer caused the air to flow rapidly, soon forming a series of howling whirlwinds on the field.
The whirlwinds glided around Lu Yuan, spreading outward, then slowly dissipating.
Yet, before one whirlwind completely dissipated, a new one immediately appeared.
Soon, the vast Martial Arts field was filled with countless whirlwinds; it was a shocking sight.
After practicing with the hammer for a while, Lu Yuan switched to a deep black alloy spiked mace and continued his training.
In this way, various melee weapons passed through his hands in rotation.
Blades, swords, staves, axes, spears, hammers...
Mostly heavy weapons.
Sometimes Lu Yuan would also try to use both hands simultaneously...
This had been his routine for some time.
