"Go. Send it to me tomorrow."
Xu Zhiming reached out and gave a slight twist, pushing open the Training Room door and walking inside.
Meng Tian was left standing there in a daze.
Could it be that Xu Zhiming liked women?
That made things difficult. He remembered that Feng Li hardly ever spoke to anyone and was very combative.
She was tall, well-built, and powerful.
At Yunshui Second High School, there were not even two peers with the courage to speak to Feng Li.
After entering,
Xu Zhiming swept his gaze around the room.
It was very clean, without much dust.
The school probably arranged for people to clean it at regular intervals.
The weapon racks held all kinds of weapons—sabers, spears, staves, and more.
The entire Training Room was exceptionally spacious, at least over one hundred and fifty square meters.
The moment Xu Zhiming entered the Training Room, he clearly sensed that the air inside seemed fresher, as though the pores across his body had loosened a little.
"Not bad, not bad. The Spiritual Qi in the Training Room is indeed a little denser than outside."
Meng Tian nodded.
He felt this place was not as good as the first floor.
With so many people watching on the first floor, he could still show off.
With Zeng Hao and the others there to set him off, he seemed especially impressive.
Training martial arts alongside Brother Xu only made him look like a sluggard by comparison.
"Xu Zhiming, come over here. Let me explain your shortcomings to you."
Meng Tian froze and looked at Huang Yilong.
"Senior, what about me? What about me?"
"You, go to the side and keep practicing your Wind Thunder Fist."
Meng Tian curled his lips. Different treatment—he refused to accept it.
Forget it.
Since this guy was a Spear Master, he would endure it.
There was nothing he could do. Even if he got beaten up,
unless it concerned his future, his older sister generally would not step in to help him.
Xu Zhiming waved a hand, and a bolt of lightning fell onto Meng Tian's head.
"Teacher Huang, please go ahead."
Xu Zhiming humbly sought instruction, first seeing whether the man actually had something to offer.
He also knew very clearly where his own weaknesses lay.
He lacked actual combat experience and could only rely on an overwhelming advantage in blood vitality. His foundations in spearplay and fist techniques were both very weak.
Huang Yilong lit a cigarette.
"You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"
Xu Zhiming did not answer.
He had already lit it and started smoking before asking?
It seemed Teacher Huang had quite the eccentric personality.
"Your spearplay foundation is a complete mess, and your fist technique foundation is a complete mess too. You were lucky to defeat Qiu Zhenghua."
"Most young people these days only want to raise their blood vitality and martial skills."
"Very few pay attention to the most basic things, such as spear techniques."
Seeing Xu Zhiming nod in agreement, without the dismissive attitude Qiu Zhenghua had shown before,
Huang Yilong was very satisfied. The boy had a martial artist's attitude now.
This youth before him, whether in temperament or anything else, struck him as exceptionally good.
"You should know your own problems too, so I won't say much more."
"A staff takes a month, a saber takes a year, and a spear takes a lifetime; keep a treasured sword at your side."
"That was roughly what it meant. It was enough if he understood."
"Next, don't practice Coiling Dragon Surging Waves for now. Focus on the basic spear movements."
"Lift, thrust, chop, deflect..."
As Huang Yilong spoke to Xu Zhiming, he began demonstrating the basic movements.
"I'll teach you a spear method. First, get the movements standard and correct."
"If your spearplay reaches the beginner level, Coiling Dragon Surging Waves can break through its first stage in three days."
Xu Zhiming stood to the side, watching Huang Yilong's movements with his full attention.
Since it was a demonstration, Huang Yilong was not moving quickly. His main purpose was to let Xu Zhiming see clearly.
"This spear method is very simple. It does not even count as a martial skill. Its only merit is that it encompasses every spear movement."
"There are one hundred and eight forms in total. Learn eighteen first."
Two or three minutes later,
a message flashed through Xu Zhiming's mind.
You diligently watched a master demonstrate spearplay with complete concentration, triggering a 10x Critical Hit
Light and shadow shifted, and it seemed as though Huang Yilong had demonstrated the moves twice for him.
He had also memorized most of the movements.
His memory had always been excellent. Otherwise, he would not have taken first place in cultural studies among several thousand students.
Huang Yilong did not make a sound to disturb him. He wanted to see just how good Xu Zhiming's comprehension was.
The Wind Thunder Fist had improved so quickly, which was enough to show that his comprehension was quite good.
But perhaps it was merely the accumulation of experience leading to a sudden realization.
He had only started learning spearplay recently, so his accumulation was still insufficient. No matter how good his comprehension was, he could not possibly learn it out of thin air, could he?
These one hundred and eight movements were not as simple as he had claimed.
He had taught some people in the military. They had all taken about a week to basically master them.
Even the most gifted had taken a full five days.
That person was now a spearplay expert, with strength far beyond his own.
Without saying anything, Xu Zhiming picked up a long spear from the side and began to demonstrate.
One, two...
Out of the eighteen movements, Xu Zhiming executed eleven standard movements.
Xu Zhiming frowned. It had not triggered a Critical Hit?
Most likely, it was because the movements were incomplete.
Huang Yilong was astonished. This kid's comprehension was very good.
After watching once, he could perform eleven standard movements. The other seven only had minor flaws.
His interest was piqued as well. He wanted to see how many movements Xu Zhiming could comprehend in one go.
Huang Yilong did not repeat the initial movements and began from the nineteenth of the one hundred and eight movements.
The second time, Xu Zhiming performed twelve standard movements.
Huang Yilong remained expressionless. Continue, continue.
After six rounds in total, Huang Zilong was completely won over by Xu Zhiming's comprehension.
Perhaps he truly was a natural talent for spear practice.
What a pity he had discovered it too late. If he had started practicing two years earlier,
Xu Zhiming might have been able to strive for advanced spearplay in the College Entrance Exam.
Whether saber techniques or anything else, only a handful reached the advanced level every year.
Even if one's aptitude was lacking, reaching the advanced level through some particular technique would still earn the school's attention.
"Next, I'll perform all the movements in one continuous sequence for you. Memorize however much you can."
"And there's one thing you must remember: only when a spear is thrust a million times can it become like a dragon."
Xu Zhiming nodded.
He realized that after his aptitude improved, his comprehension had improved along with it.
If it had been a few days ago, before his aptitude rose, it would have been difficult for him to memorize so many movements in one go.
You diligently watched a master demonstrate spearplay with complete concentration, triggering a 30x Critical Hit
After Xu Zhiming watched once, countless insights surfaced in his mind.
He had already memorized quite a few movements through his powerful memory.
Then came a 30x Critical Hit on the entire sequence of movements, and every movement became clear in his mind.
Xu Zhiming closed his eyes and carefully absorbed the insights from the Critical Hit.
More than three minutes later, Xu Zhiming opened his eyes.
"It's fine if you can't remember them. Practice first, and ask me wherever you don't understand."
Huang Yilong lit a cigarette and stood to the side.
If Xu Zhiming could watch him perform the sequence once and then execute all one hundred and eight movements with reasonable continuity,
then his comprehension would be exceptionally good—among his peers, he could be considered absolutely top-tier.
With good comprehension and diligence, Xu Zhiming might one day become a Level 70 martial artist.
Huang Yilong stood beside him, watching Xu Zhiming perform the one hundred and eight movements he had just taught.
"The first movement is standard. The seventh is not bad either..."
He counted them off for Xu Zhiming one by one.
His eyes widened more and more. He could not help rubbing them, thinking he had seen wrong.
"After one full sequence, among the one hundred and eight movements, only..."
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