Fists Against Spears?

Fists Against Spears?

Fists Against Spears?

Fists Against Spears?

Being skilled with fists and kicks was no problem, but against weapons, one would inevitably fall short in some ways. Lin Mo had also been thinking of finding a suitable weapon to practice with after the prefectural city tournament.

Yet among the eighteen kinds of weapons, he still did not know which would suit him.

Spears, staffs, sabers, forks, swords, halberds...

"I wonder what kind of bearing I'd have if I trained with a spear?"

Lin Mo's interest in the spear was especially apparent. However, he had neither a Cultivation Method, weapon, nor renowned master, so for now, he could only keep the thought in his heart.

Now that he saw a second-stage martial artist skilled with the spear taking the stage to issue a challenge, his hunter's instincts stirred at the sight of prey.

Had it not been bare fists against a spear, this ought to have been a harmonious scene between martial brothers. But once the senior brother held a spear, things changed somewhat.

"Bah, this Qian Kun truly has no shame. If I remember right, isn't he also four years older than Lin Mo? Forget yielding a few moves—how is his skin so thick?"

Zhu Hao muttered under his breath below the stage. Even Master Sun, Sun Dasheng, who was deeply versed in worldly affairs, nodded in agreement.

When Lin Mo dealt with Chu Rencai earlier, after just one move, he had completely forgotten the courtesy of yielding three moves. Now came someone even more shameless, who started off by playing rogue.

He openly said he wanted to test Lin Mo's Fist Momentum with his spear. A spear against bare fists? The very thought was embarrassing!

"These Wang Faction disciples, quite a few of them have no