Mountain Breaking Spear Technique

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

By then, he might have already advanced further through his connections with the Huang Family, or perhaps he would have already cleaned up the Black Tiger Gang's image and transformed it.

But he never expected that Wang Yuan's growth speed would be so terrifying!

At this rate, it would probably take less than half a year for the other party to break through the Second Blood Change.

By then, could he, the gang leader who had barely reached the Second Blood Change through drugs and resources, with a shaky foundation, still suppress him?

Thinking of Wang Yuan's ruthless and decisive methods, as well as his identity as a True Disciple of the Panshi Fist Academy, Zhao Hu felt a chill.

The two sides had already forged an irreconcilable enmity, and there was no possibility of reconciliation!

"I must eliminate him before he grows his wings!"

Zhao Hu made up his mind.

Although the Panshi Fist Academy was a behemoth.

He, Zhao Hu, was not without backing.

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 an vicious dog raised by the Huang Family in the outer city, specifically handling dirty and difficult tasks that the Huang Family found inconvenient to do themselves.

The Huang Family provided shelter and some resources.

And he, Zhao Hu, was responsible for helping the Huang Family maintain certain interests in the outer city and suppressing disobedient forces and individuals.

No matter how talented Wang Yuan was, he was still someone from the Panshi Fist Academy.

The Panshi Fist Academy had a vast influence in the outer city, and there were already competition and friction with the Three Great Families of the Inner City.

The Huang Family would never stand by and watch the Panshi Fist Academy produce such an astonishingly talented disciple, who could very well become a major threat in the future!

"If I can eliminate such a potential huge threat for the Huang Family..."

Zhao Hu's eyes flickered as he pondered.

"Not only will our past grievances be wiped clean, but I might even receive more rewards and support from the Huang Family!"

This was a gamble with extremely high risk, but also potentially extremely high rewards.

Wang Yuan had the protection of the Panshi Fist Academy, so direct action was out of the question. The Hua Jin cultivation of that old man Zheng Shan was no joke.

He had to find an opportunity to act in secret, do it cleanly and efficiently, and leave no trace!

"It seems I need to make a trip to the South District."

Zhao Hu took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Time flew by, and several more days passed.

In the small courtyard in the South District, Wang Yuan's life was regular and fulfilling.

During the day, he mostly cultivated in the Panshi Fist Academy.

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

But he spent most of his time immersed in his own martial arts cultivation.

His current cultivation level was such that both Panshi Fist and Chasing Wind Leg were firmly at the Minor Accomplishment of the First Blood Change, the first stage.

He could clearly feel his Blood Essence becoming increasingly potent within his body, and his muscles and bones were constantly becoming stronger and tougher under the nourishment of his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone talent and ample daily resources.

At this pace, he was confident that within three to four months, he would be able to push both martial arts to Major Accomplishment or the second stage.

At that time, he would naturally step into the realm of the Second Blood Change.

At this moment, in the inner courtyard of the Panshi Fist Academy.

Wang Yuan had just swallowed a Qi and Blood Pill gifted by his Senior Disciple Brother Shi Long. The pure medicinal power dissolved within his body, integrating into his surging Blood Essence.

He didn't stop and immediately assumed a stance, practicing the Panshi Fist.

His punches were steady, and his footwork was solid.

Every move carried the force of his fist, and his Blood Essence surged along with it, tempering his physique and consolidating his cultivation.

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

A voice with full vigor sounded from the side:

"Hmm, not bad."

"Your foundation is solid, your Blood Essence is condensed, you haven't become impatient due to rapid breakthroughs, and you know how to settle down."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan immediately stopped and turned around.

He saw his master Zheng Shan, whom he hadn't personally guided in a long time, standing in the courtyard at some unknown time, stroking his beard and looking at him with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Master!"

Wang Yuan quickly bowed respectfully.

Zheng Shan nodded slightly, walked up to Wang Yuan, and looked him up and down with eyes like lightning, slowly saying:

"Your skills in both fist and leg techniques are quick to learn, and your foundation is quite solid."

"But in the path of martial arts, fists and legs are the foundation, while weapons are extensions and tools for killing."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of admonishment:

"It is said that scholarly pursuits are for the poor and martial arts for the rich. Ordinary impoverished martial artists, lacking the funds to acquire fine weapons, can only train their limbs diligently."

"But you must understand, a body of flesh and blood, no matter how hardened, how can it contend against a blade forged from a hundred times refined steel?"

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

Wang Yuan nodded in deep agreement.

He had experienced combat and knew the difference between having a weapon and not having one.

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

Zheng Shan looked at Wang Yuan and asked:

"In my life, I have dabbled in the way of weapons, specializing particularly in sword, spear, and saber techniques."

"The sword moves with lightness and unpredictable changes; the saber moves with dominance, grand and sweeping; the spear is the king of all weapons, long and sharp, powerful and heavy."

"Yuan'er, which one do you wish to learn?"

Wang Yuan fell into thought upon hearing this.

Although sword techniques were marvelous, he preferred straightforwardness, using force to overcome skill.

Saber techniques were dominant, but slightly too short-ranged.

He suddenly recalled that night he was surrounded and attacked in Bluestone Alley. If he had had a long spear in hand, he would have been much more composed.

"An inch longer, an inch stronger."

Wang Yuan looked up, his eyes firm. He cupped his hands towards Zheng Shan and said:

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

"The spear?"

A hint of admiration flashed in Zheng Shan's eyes.

"Good! The spear is a sharp weapon of the battlefield, and also a common tool of heroic figures in the jianghu. It emphasizes momentum and power the most, perfectly suiting your Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone and robust Blood Essence!"

He said no more, walking directly to the weapon rack in the inner courtyard. He took down a white wax wood training spear and threw it to Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan felt a weight in his hands.

This wooden spear was not light. Its shaft was straight, and although the tip was wooden, it was sharpened to a keen point.

"Watch closely!"

Zheng Shan grunted, not taking a weapon himself, but using his hands as a spear.

He unfurled his body, and a fierce, dominant aura suddenly rose.

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

"This spear technique emphasizes piercing through surfaces, concentrating power to a single point. The spear thrusts like a dragon, possessing the might to break mountains and divide rivers."

"It is divided into three forms, which are the basic killing moves. When practiced to a high level, myriad changes will arise from these!"

As he spoke, Zheng Shan pointed two fingers like a spear and thrust forward fiercely.

He was clearly empty-handed, yet he produced a sharp whistling sound as he broke through the air.

It was as if an invisible long spear was tearing through the air, and the sharp wind made Wang Yuan's cheeks sting.

"First form, Cloud Break!"

"Its intent is sudden thrusting – fast, accurate, and fierce, charging forward without hesitation!"

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

"Second form, Mountain Collapse. It is powerful and heavy, using the spear shaft as a staff, sweeping across a thousand armies, crushing all in its path!"

Finally, he flicked his wrist, his fingertips tracing a strange arc, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole – cunning and vicious.

"Third form, Moon Lift. It utilizes subtle strength, deflecting and unloading force, finding openings to counter-attack, using four ounces to move a thousand pounds!"

Zheng Shan repeatedly practiced and deconstructed the three basic spear forms.

He meticulously explained the techniques for generating power, the crucial points for circulating Blood Essence, and the essentials of coordinating footwork, holding nothing back.

Although he did not use a real spear.

Yet, the sharp spear intent and majestic aura made it seem as if a peerless, ferocious spear was dancing in his hands, aiming to pierce the heavens and shatter mountains.

Wang Yuan was fully focused. The extraordinary comprehension and perception granted by his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone were pushed to their limit at this moment.

He not only remembered the movements of the techniques but also vaguely grasped the domineering artistic conception of "breaking mountains" – a forward momentum that crushes everything.

The domineering intent is the forward momentum.

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

"Have you remembered some of it?"

Wang Yuan closed his eyes and quickly reviewed everything in his mind. He opened his eyes and nodded solemnly:

"Disciple has remembered most of it. I still need to practice diligently to grasp its true meaning."

"Mm, not bad."

Zheng Shan was already accustomed to Wang Yuan's comprehension.

"Spear techniques are different from punches and kicks; they emphasize practical combat more."

"Practice on your own for now, familiarize yourself with the spear's nature, and understand how to exert force."

"Once you are proficient, I will find you a suitable fine iron spear."

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

Wang Yuan gripped the white ash wood spear in his hand, feeling its considerable weight, and a surge of ambition welled up within him.

Punches and kicks were the foundation.

This long spear would become his sharp weapon for future combat and killing!

He took a deep breath, recalling the key points Zheng Shan had taught him, and began practicing each move.

At first, he was a bit clumsy; the long spear wasn't as obedient as his own arm.

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

Furthermore, supported by the steady foundation of Panshi Fist and the agile footwork of Chasing Wind Leg, his progress was extremely rapid.

"Cloud Break!"

"Mountain Collapse!"

"Moon Lift!"

In the inner courtyard, the young man's shouts mingled with the sound of the spear slicing through the air.

Although it was just a wooden spear, under the infusion of Wang Yuan's robust Blood Essence, it faintly stirred the wind, displaying extraordinary power.

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