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Chapter 15: Spear Techniques
Chapter 15: Spear Techniques (Please Keep Reading)
Building 3, Private Office
Wu Kang sat in his ergonomic chair devouring a large nutrient-dense meal while glancing at the list displayed on his monitor.
"Senior Year Martial Arts has ten classes, and eight students from our Class 3 made it to the Elite Class."
"That ranks us third among all classes."
"Not bad at all for my performance bonus this time."
Smirking at this thought, he focused on one particular name - Lin Qi.
"Who'd have thought that kid would actually make it? Guess I owe him an apology for doubting him."
"Better yet, now that he's under someone more responsible, his talent might finally reach its full potential."
"After all, that new instructor is extremely dedicated."
Putting down his chopsticks, Wu Kang took a sip of soup before speaking softly.
...
Building 1 Summit, Principal's Office
The space stretched over 500 square meters - bright, expansive, and luxuriously appointed with black leather furniture, towering bookshelves, and a massive obsidian desk. A faint exotic fragrance lingered in the air despite the single potted plant on the desk containing no visible greenery.
A burly middle-aged man with thick facial hair leaned back in his black ergonomic chair, studying a 3D data projection containing fifty names.
"These are our finest fifty students - real diamonds in the rough."
Jiang Zhiguang picked up a white watering can, misting the barren plant absently.
"Though Second High is one of Tianhai City's key schools, we've been languishing near the bottom for years."
"Our results consistently trail behind First High and the others."
"We might not surpass them, but we refuse to remain at the bottom either."
"This Senior Year will determine everything. The stronger we make these students now, the higher their future potential."
"That's why I brought you in - use whatever methods necessary to cultivate these prodigies."
His gaze shifted to the muscular man seated on the sofa, a figure radiating primal intensity.
The seated man cracked his knuckles with a grin. "You've made the right call. I won't disappoint you."
"Now let's see if any of these kids truly have what it takes."
...
Crimson Vault Martial Arts Pavilion, Room A-128
"Boom! Boom!"
Two figures in protective gear clashed violently at the center of the training hall.
Guo Heng's bulging arms struck like tiger claws, vital energy crackling through his fingertips as he tore through the air.
Lin Qi's sharp eyes tracked every movement, his lithe form evading with feline grace. When evasion failed, he countered - legs powering explosive tiger-like charges.
"Boom!"
Energy surged from his spine as muscles swelled, blood roaring like waterfalls. His arms moved in perfect coordination with the tiger claw strikes.
Black Tiger Heart-Strike!
Striking with full force, the two combatants exchanged blows in rapid succession.
"Boom! Boom!"
Despite the pain radiating through his arms, Lin Qi maintained his icy composure - dodging, blocking, countering with mechanical precision.
After several minutes...
"Crash!"
Lin Qi skidded backward several steps, stabilizing his stance. His opponent took two steps back as well, removing his helmet to reveal a sweat-drenched handsome face.
"Break time!"
Guo Heng gasped for breath, sweat streaming down his face into his mouth as steam billowed from his protective gear.
"You... aren't tired?"
Lin Qi removed his helmet, liquid pouring out.
Panting heavily with sweat-drenched hair plastered to his scalp, he rasped, "Tired? Obviously."
Guo Heng wiped his brow, astonished internally: "His vital energy stats and strength are lower than mine, yet he lasted this long? Unbelievable willpower."
"And his reflexes, awareness - nothing like ordinary students."
"Lin Qi, you're truly special."
"Your Tiger Form Fist and vital energy might trail mine, but I can't gain any advantage against you."
"You and Jiang Tao both qualify as geniuses - worthy of my friendship."
"Anytime you need help, call me."
"Thanks, Senior Guo!" Jiang Tao chimed in cheerfully.
Lin Qi nodded wearily, accepting an energy brew from Jiang Tao and gulping it down.
As Guo Heng removed his gear, he announced, "I need to leave early today."
"Next sparring session will focus on weapons training. Get proficient quickly - don't disappoint me."
After Guo Heng entered the restroom, Jiang Tao grinned. "Qi-ge, your Tiger Form Fist has reached mastery. Like Guo Heng said, we should focus on weapons now."
"National College Entrance Exam emphasizes weapons next to vital energy stats."
"And battlefield effectiveness against disaster beasts depends on weapon mastery."
Jiang Tao stood, retrieving a training blade from the wall mount. The blade sliced through air with crisp whistles as he demonstrated sharp blade techniques.
Lin Qi finished his energy brew, rising slowly. The brief rest revived him somewhat.
"You're right. Time to return to spear training."
Though he'd focused entirely on Harmony Stance and Tiger Form Fist this past week without touching his spear, his high school journey had always intertwined these three arts.
Approaching the black alloy wall displaying six training spears, he selected one - two and a half meters long with a rounded tip and crimson tassel.
His eyes locked onto his status panel:
[Name: Lin Qi (17)]
[Template: Erlang Shen Yang Jian]
[Fusion Rate: 2%]
[Spear Techniques: Tier 1 60%]
[Body Techniques: Tier 1 57%]
No progress in a week. Time to change that.
Gripping the spear firmly, he assumed position - spear tip aligned with his waist.
"Swish! Swish!"
Right wrist twisted, left hand rotated from abdomen, feet planted in horse stance.
In one motion, the spear lunged forward vibrating with power as he stepped forward.
Torso twisted, shoulder aligned with spear, stance shifting from horse to bow.
Parry, control, thrust...
Basic spear techniques flowed flawlessly through the air.
Transitioning seamlessly, he demonstrated Fundamental Spear Manual - a foundational spear technique system from Xia Kingdom's martial arts circle, containing thirty-six core forms that all advanced techniques derived from.
Though a week had passed without practice, his movements remained fluid as muscle memory took over.
Each motion triggered new insights:
[You've gained new understanding of Fundamental Spear Manual, Spear Techniques +2%]
[Your practice of Fundamental Spear Manual deepens, Spear Techniques +2%]
[Your proficiency improves through repetition, Spear Techniques +1%]
[Spear Techniques: Tier 1 60% → 65%]
...
(End of Chapter)
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