Spear Momentum? Fist Momentum?
Spear Momentum? Fist Momentum?
"Way to go, Junior Brother Chen! Keep fighting like that!"
"That spear is truly nimble!"
The many Personal Disciples in the stands watched with their blood boiling. If not for the Bone Age restriction, they would likely have leaped down to compete as well.
The County Magistrate, who had been lying there for a long while, finally shifted. The wooden rocking chair creaked, and a sharp gleam appeared in his eyes as he looked at Wang Zhongtian, who sat beside him.
"Martial Master Wang, I fear your disciple has already brought his Spear Momentum to great mastery? If this continues, Changhe County may gain another exceptional talent who comprehends Spear Intent before the age of thirty..."
"You flatter him, County Magistrate. This child merely has better luck."
Hearing Martial Master Wang speak so modestly, how could the County Magistrate be a fool? He sneered inwardly and continued, "I fear this tournament you organized was meant to build Chen Qing's reputation, and the rewards were prepared for him as well. Does your son truly feel no envy?"
"My worthless son lacks talent and cannot inherit my mantle, so I had no choice but to resort to this."
A trace of sorrow flashed through Wang Zhongtian's eyes. His legitimate son, Wang Heng, was already twenty-eight, yet he was hopelessly stuck at Second Level Perfection.
Though Wang Heng had secured the position of senior disciple through his father's standing, this world ultimately spoke with fists.
If one failed to break through into the Martial Master realm before the advanced age of sixty, one's Qi and blood would decline, and the body's functions would be far inferior to before. There would be no further opportunity afterward.
Wang Zhongtian was no fool. With his legitimate son's talent,