The newcomer's hair and beard were both white, and he wore an ocher cloth robe. He was Peng Zhen, Headmaster of Kuntu Institute.
His gaze was calm.
The disciples present all straightened up, especially gifted youths like Nie Shanshan and Yan Yaoyang.
They knew full well how rare it was to hear a master like Peng Zhen explain martial techniques.
"A spear is the thief of all weapons, yet also the tyrant of all weapons."
Peng Zhen's voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly beside everyone's ears. Like a boulder rolling into a valley, it carried a strange resonance.
This is true qi sound transmission, Chen Qing thought.
"At the entry level, train its form. At minor accomplishment, grasp its method. At major accomplishment, comprehend its intent. At perfection, merge it with the body. Yet to reach the pinnacle, one must comprehend 'Momentum.'"
With a casual gesture from Peng Zhen, a twelve-foot Iron Spear beside him seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand and settled steadily into his palm.
In his hands, the spear seemed to lose all weight, yet it also seemed heavy enough to crush mountains.
"What I cultivate is the Mountain Suppressing Prison Spear, and what I have comprehended is mountain momentum. Many of you here cultivate swords, sabers, fists, or kicks, but in essence, there is no difference."
"Momentum is neither strength nor speed. It is the gathering of divine intent, the condensation of one's spirit. Mountain momentum is like the solidity of a mountain, like the towering majesty of a peak. When a spear thrusts forth, wherever the heart and will reach, that towering mountain momentum may be used by me. Before the enemy has even met my edge, his mind has already collapsed!"
Peng Zhen did not demonstrate any complicated moves. He