Gun and Spear Martial Souls: Which Was Stronger?

"Senior, I bear no ill will toward the Breaking Clan. I truly need the Yang Family Spear Technique to further refine my cultivation. As for whether I would pass it on, I can swear upon my Martial Soul: if I ever divulge it, may my Martial Soul shatter and may I die a miserable death."

Ji Wuming directly summoned the Blood Thunder Battle Spear and gripped it in his hand. This instantly gave everyone present quite a fright—they thought a fight was about to break out.

However, Yang Wudi reined in his anger. The moment he saw the Blood Thunder Battle Spear, he found the blood mist surrounding it extraordinarily terrifying, and a faint bloody stench assaulted his nostrils.

This kid looked harmless enough on the surface, but he was anything but simple. Just how many people—or Soul Beasts—had he killed?

Seeing the Yang Family Members on high alert and ready to strike at any moment, Ji Wuming immediately explained.

"I did not do this because I intend to kill anyone. I need to prove to you my dedication to spear techniques. Spears and lances are fundamentally of the same family. The basic spear techniques I practiced before were merely superficial; only more refined spear techniques can lead me onto the path of the strong."

Seeing that Yang Wudi still did not budge, Ji Wuming made a proposal.

"How about this? Let the Breaking Clan choose someone of comparable strength to fight me. I'll show you what a true powerhouse is and what true strength means. If I win, I hope you will teach me the Yang Family Spear Technique. If I lose, whether you want money, people, or my life, it is all up to you."

"You brat are far too arrogant. I would like to see where your strength truly lies. If you lose, I do not need your life. You will simply leave whatever faction you belong to and join my Breaking Clan."

Yang Wudi wanted to see just what made this child so strong. His clan's Soul Breaking Spear was a top-tier Tool Martial Soul second only to the Clear Sky Hammer and Seven Kill Sword. It specialized in ultimate attack power, and most of its Soul Rings granted enhancement-type soul skills. Dealing with an unknown brat should have been easy.

The group arrived at the Breaking Clan's usual training grounds. Ji Wuming looked at the extremely confident Yang Family Members before him and secretly smiled with delight.

Wasn't it a bit too much of a bully move for him to duel a Soul Master of the same rank one-on-one?

At that moment, Yang Wudi glanced at Yang Yong beside him. Yang Yong immediately understood and walked into the open training ground.

"Yang Yong, Martial Soul: Soul Breaking Spear. Level 34 assault-type battle Soul Elder. Please advise!"

"Elders, Clan Leader Yang, can't you really change the opponent? When I said the same level, I didn't mean both of us had to be Soul Elders."

Ji Wuming looked at Yang Wudi and the others, still hoping to persuade them to switch opponents.

"Ji Wuming, do you look down on me?"

Hearing Ji Wuming slight him so openly, Yang Yong's anger immediately surged. He swung the Soul Breaking Spear in his hand to express his indignation.

"Kid Ji, this little bastard has inherited seventy percent of my teachings. Among the younger generation of my Breaking Clan, he is also the best at using the Yang Family Spear Technique! If you can defeat him, I will grant everything you asked for before."

"In that case, let's begin!"

Ji Wuming looked at Yang Yong ahead of him. His entire body seemed utterly relaxed, without the vigilance he had displayed in previous Soul Master battles.

"Ji Wuming, Martial Soul: Blood Thunder Battle Spear. Level 35, three-ring battle Soul Elder."

Three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—appeared beneath his feet at once. Yang Yong had long been impatient to teach this Ji Wuming, who looked down on him, a proper lesson.

His spear tip moved like a dragon, swift as the wind. Yang Yong did not rush to use his First Soul Skill, instead attacking Ji Wuming with the basic Penetration Character Spear Technique.

Yet just as the spear tip was about to strike its target, Ji Wuming moved. Like an afterimage, he reached a point ten meters behind Yang Yong in merely a second.

"Too slow!"

"Damn, that was still slow? What soul skill did that kid use?"

The disciples stared in amazement at Ji Wuming's speed. They could not even make out the movement of his steps. Yang Wudi and several clan elders, however, wore solemn expressions.

"This child can use Soul Power to such an extent—he truly is a talent. In particular, the Soul Power consumed by his footwork has reached an incredibly minute level. It has nearly fused with his two hind legs, achieving the realm of Man and Soul as One."

"Clan Leader, the fastest technique in our clan's spear arts is the Penetration Character Technique, yet it is not worth mentioning before Ji Wuming's Leg Technique. The Soul Master world is full of talents. We truly have been narrow-minded."

"No wonder he was so arrogant. It seems there will be no suspense in this match."

Meanwhile, Yang Yong continued launching attack after attack, yet he simply could not hit Ji Wuming.

"This is infuriating! Are you nothing more than a turtle hiding in its shell? Do you only know how to run?"

"First Soul Skill, Tremor."

Soul Power erupted violently, directly compressing the surrounding air before blasting it outward in a shockwave. This soul skill actually forced the dodging Ji Wuming back several steps.

"Good opportunity! Second Soul Skill, Penetrate."

The instant Yang Yong saw Ji Wuming get knocked back, he immediately unleashed his Second Soul Skill. Combined with his Penetration Character Spear Technique, it elevated the Soul Breaking Spear's penetrating power to another level and greatly increased its speed.

"An old man playing with a child. I'm done playing with you."

"Bloody Sea Stench: Raging Wave Triangle Defense."

Ji Wuming swiftly swung the Blood Thunder Battle Spear, condensed from blood energy, forming a continuously spinning three-sided shield around himself.

"You actually dare take my Second Soul Skill head-on? You've got some nerve!"

Yang Yong controlled the Soul Breaking Spear as it stabbed straight toward him, piercing through a single point.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Clear metallic clashes rang out. The force exerted was then rebounded through the Blood Thunder Battle Spear shield, sending Yang Yong flying. The Soul Breaking Spear in his hand spun through the air before plunging backward into the ground.

Ji Wuming moved his left hand slightly, forcibly dispelling the blood killing aura that had stained Yang Yong high in the air. He took a step back with his left leg and raised the battle spear in his right hand.

"Windy Rainy Night: Extreme Thousand Mile Penetration!"

The battle spear shot toward Yang Yong, who had yet to land.

"Not good, Yong'er..."

Yang Wudi was about to make his move, but it was already too late. Less than a second had passed between Ji Wuming's First Self-Created Soul Skill and Second Self-Created Soul Skill, The right blade of the Blood Thunder Battle Spear grazed Yang Yong's right neck, leaving a shallow streak of blood. Then, "Bang—"

The battle spear pierced through the manor's thick wall, leaving a clear, gaping hole before everyone's eyes.

Yang Wudi hurriedly stepped in to steady Yang Yong, anxiously checking him over.

"Yong'er, you weren't hurt anywhere, were you?!"

"I'm fine. Just a scratch on my neck."

Yang Yong had already taken a trip to the gates of the underworld. His back was completely soaked with sweat.

"Clan Leader, look over there."

Following the clan member's gesture, Yang Wudi looked toward the wall and was so shocked that he could not speak for a moment.

"This... this is hardly the power of a Third Soul Skill. Its piercing force is far too high!"

The walls of the Breaking Clan's manor—especially those around the training grounds—were a full meter thick, all constructed from metalstone comparable to iron ore. They could withstand repeated attacks from a three-ring Soul Elder, yet they had been pierced through by a single strike.