Mountain Breaking Spear Technique

Zhao Hu had originally thought that even with Wang Yuan's talent, it would take at least a year or two for him to grow to the point where he could threaten the Black Tiger Gang.

By then, he might have already advanced further through the Huang Family's connections, or perhaps he would have long since whitewashed and transformed the Black Tiger Gang.

But he had never imagined that Wang Yuan's growth rate would be so terrifying!

At this rate, the other party would likely break through to the Second Blood Change in less than half a year.

By then, would he, a gang leader who had barely piled his way into the Second Blood Change through drugs and resources, with an unstable foundation, still be able to suppress him?

Thinking of Wang Yuan's ruthless decisiveness and his status as a True Disciple of Panshi Fist Academy, Zhao Hu felt a chill in his heart.

The two sides had already formed a deadly feud. There was simply no possibility of reconciliation!

"We must get rid of him before his wings have fully grown!"

Zhao Hu made up his mind.

Panshi Fist Academy was indeed a colossal force.

But Zhao Hu was not without backing either.

Behind him stood the Huang Family, one of the Three Great Families of the Inner City!

To put it bluntly, his Black Tiger Gang was a vicious dog the Huang Family kept in the Outer City, specifically to handle dirty and exhausting work that was inconvenient for the Huang Family to deal with personally.

The Huang Family provided protection and certain resources.

And Zhao Hu was responsible for safeguarding some of the Huang Family's interests in the Outer City, suppressing disobedient forces and people.

No matter how talented Wang Yuan was, he was still a member of Panshi Fist Academy.

Panshi Fist Academy held tremendous power in the Outer City and had long had competition and friction with the Three Great Families of the Inner City.

The Huang Family would never sit by and watch Panshi Fist Academy produce such a breathtakingly gifted disciple, one who might become a grave threat in the future!

"If I can eliminate such a massive hidden danger for the Huang Family..."

Zhao Hu's eyes flickered as he calculated inwardly.

"Not only could all our previous grudges be wiped clean with one stroke, I might even receive more rewards and support from the Huang Family!"

This was a gamble with enormous risks, but potentially enormous rewards as well.

Wang Yuan had Panshi Fist Academy's protection. Acting openly was definitely impossible; Zheng Shan's Transformation Force cultivation was no joke.

He had to find an opportunity to strike in secret, do it cleanly and decisively, and leave behind no evidence whatsoever!

"Looks like I'll have to make a trip to the South District."

Zhao Hu took a deep breath, a trace of resolve flashing through his eyes.

As time flowed by, several more days passed.

Within the Small Courtyard in the South District, Wang Yuan's life was orderly and fulfilling.

During the day, he mostly trained at Panshi Fist Academy.

At night, he returned home and occasionally listened to his parents talk about the trivial matters of running their grocery shop.

But most of his time was immersed in his own martial cultivation.

His Panshi Fist and Chasing Wind Leg had now both stabilized at Minor Accomplishment of the First Blood Change, the first level.

He could clearly feel the blood and qi within him growing increasingly vigorous, while his muscles and bones steadily became tougher under the Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone talent and the nourishment of ample daily resources.

At this rate, he was confident that within three or four months, he could push both martial arts to Major Accomplishment, or the second level.

At that point, he would naturally enter the realm of the Second Blood Change.

At this moment, in Panshi Fist Academy's inner courtyard.

Wang Yuan had just swallowed a Qi and Blood Pill gifted by his Senior Disciple Brother, Shi Long. Its pure medicinal power spread through his body and merged into his surging blood and qi.

He did not pause, immediately assuming a stance and practicing the Panshi Fist.

His fist wind was steady, his footwork solid.

Every move carried fist wind, while his blood and qi surged in response, tempering his body and consolidating his cultivation.

Just as his mind became completely immersed in the fist technique.

A vigorous voice sounded beside him:

"Mm, not bad."

"Your foundation is solid and your blood and qi condensed. You haven't become impetuous because of your rapid breakthroughs. You understand the importance of settling yourself."

Hearing the voice, Wang Yuan immediately withdrew his stance and turned around.

He saw that Zheng Shan, his master, who had not personally instructed him for a long time, had somehow appeared in the courtyard. Stroking his beard, Zheng Shan watched him with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Master!"

Wang Yuan hurriedly bowed respectfully.

Zheng Shan nodded slightly, walked before Wang Yuan, and scrutinized him carefully with eyes like lightning before speaking slowly:

"Though you entered fist and foot techniques quickly, your foundation is fairly solid as well."

"But on the path of martial arts, fists and feet are the foundation, while weapons are extensions and instruments of slaughter."

He paused, his tone carrying a note of warning:

"A poor scholar and a rich martial artist. Ordinary impoverished martial artists cannot afford fine weapons and can only train their hands and feet bitterly."

"But you must understand that no matter how hard flesh and blood are trained, how can they contend against a sharp blade forged from Hundred-Refined Steel?"

"Unless you can cultivate your body to the legendary realm of the Indestructible Diamond Body. But such a realm is beyond the reach of mortals like us."

Wang Yuan nodded deeply in agreement.

He had experienced bloody battles and knew full well the difference between having a weapon and having none.

If Song San and those Incense God Cult followers had held sharp blades, he could never have won so easily.

Zheng Shan looked at Wang Yuan and asked:

"In my life, I have dabbled somewhat in the way of weapons, with particular skill in the sword, spear, and saber."

"The sword follows nimbleness, its changes elusive and unpredictable; the saber travels the tyrannical path, opening wide and closing broad; the spear is the king of all weapons, long and sharp, mighty and heavy."

"Yuan'er, which would you like to learn?"

At his words, Wang Yuan fell into thought.

Though sword techniques were marvelous, he preferred meeting force head-on and breaking skill with strength.

Saber techniques were tyrannical, but their reach was somewhat lacking.

He suddenly recalled being surrounded in Bluestone Alley that night. If he had held a long spear then, he would certainly have been far more composed.

"An inch longer, an inch stronger."

Wang Yuan raised his head, his gaze firm, and cupped his hands toward Zheng Shan.

"Master, this disciple wishes to learn the spear!"

"The spear?"

A trace of approval flashed through Zheng Shan's eyes.

"Good! The spear is a weapon of the battlefield and a weapon often used by wandering heroes. It places the greatest emphasis on momentum and strength, perfectly fitting your Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone and vigorous blood and qi!"

Without another word, he walked directly to the weapon rack in the inner courtyard, took down a training White Wax Wood spear, and tossed it to Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan's hand sank as he caught it.

The wooden spear was not light. Its shaft was straight, and though its spearhead was wooden, it had been polished extremely sharp.

"Watch carefully!"

Zheng Shan gave a low shout. He did not take up a weapon, using his hand as a spear instead.

As his body unfolded, a grim and tyrannical momentum suddenly rose from him.

"I will teach you this set of Mountain Breaking Spear Technique!

"This spear technique emphasizes breaking a surface with a point, gathering force at a single tip. When the spear emerges, it is like a dragon, possessing the force to Split Mountains and Divide Rivers."

"It has three forms in total, basic killing moves. Train them to profound heights, and all myriad transformations will arise from them!"

As he spoke, Zheng Shan held two fingers together like a spear and thrust out fiercely.

Though he was clearly empty-handed, he produced a piercing whistle through the air.

It was as though an invisible long spear had truly torn through the air, its fierce gust making Wang Yuan's cheeks sting.

"First form, Cloud Break!"

"Its intent is a thrust: fast, accurate, ruthless, and pressing forward without hesitation!"

Zheng Shan moved again, swinging and smashing his arm like a great spear.

"Second form, Mountain Collapse. Its force is mighty and heavy. Use the spear shaft as a staff, sweep across a thousand troops, and crush all in your path like withered wood and rotten weeds!"

Finally, he flicked his wrist, his fingertips tracing a bizarre arc, like a viper leaving its den, crafty and ruthless.

"Third form, Moon Lift. Use clever force to block and deflect strength, seek an opening to counterattack, and move a thousand pounds with four ounces!"

Zheng Shan practiced and broke down the three basic spear forms repeatedly.

He explained in meticulous detail, without holding anything back, the techniques for exerting force, the crucial points of circulating blood and qi, and the essentials of coordinating footwork.

Though he had not used a real spear.

The chilling spear intent and majestic momentum made it seem as though an unmatchedly vicious spear truly danced in his hands, ready to pierce the heavens and shatter mountains.

Wang Yuan focused completely, the extraordinary comprehension and perception granted by Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone reaching their utmost limit at that moment.

He not only remembered the movements of the forms, but also faintly grasped the tyrannical artistic conception contained within the words "Mountain Severing": pressing forward without hesitation and crushing everything in its path.

The meaning of tyranny was to press forward without hesitation.

After Zheng Shan finished demonstrating, he looked at Wang Yuan.

"How much did you remember?"

Wang Yuan closed his eyes and swiftly reviewed everything in his mind. When he opened them, he nodded solemnly.

"This disciple remembers seven or eight parts out of ten, but I still need diligent practice to comprehend its true meaning."

"Mm, not bad."

Zheng Shan had long ceased to find Wang Yuan's comprehension surprising.

"Spear techniques differ from fists and feet; they place greater emphasis on actual combat."

"Practice on your own first. Familiarize yourself with the spear and comprehend how to exert force."

"Once you become proficient, I will find you a suitable Refined Iron long spear."

With that, Zheng Shan left with his hands behind his back, leaving Wang Yuan alone in the courtyard.

Wang Yuan tightened his grip on the White Wax Wood spear, feeling its heavy weight as a surge of heroic spirit rose within him.

Fists and feet were the foundation.

This long spear would become his sharp weapon for facing enemies and slaughtering foes in the future!

He took a deep breath, recalled the key points Zheng Shan had taught him, and began practicing each form one by one.

At first, he was still somewhat clumsy. The long spear did not obey him as readily as an arm.

But with Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone as his foundation, his strength and coordination far surpassed those of ordinary people.

Moreover, he had the steady foundation of the Panshi Fist and the nimble footwork of the Chasing Wind Leg to support him, so his progress was extremely rapid.

"Cloud Break!"

"Mountain Collapse!"

"Moon Lift!"

Within the inner courtyard, the youth's shouts intertwined with the sound of the long spear slicing through the air.

Though it was only a wooden spear, infused with Wang Yuan's vigorous blood and qi, it faintly raised the sound of wind and displayed extraordinary power.