The Spear Emerges, a Million Strong, to Become a Dragon

"Go on then, send it to me tomorrow."

Xu Zhiming twisted the handle slightly and pushed open the Training Room door, stepping inside.

Leaving Meng Tian standing there frozen in place.

Could it be that Xu Zhiming actually liked women?

This was troublesome now—he remembered Feng Li usually didn't talk to anyone and was quite battle-hungry.

Tall, good figure, and strong in strength.

There weren't even two people in Yunshui Second High School who had the courage to talk to Feng Li.

Entering the door.

Xu Zhiming glanced around the room.

It was very clean inside, with no dust at all.

The school must have arranged for people to clean it regularly.

On the weapon rack were various weapons—blades, spears, staffs, and so on.

The entire Training Room was very spacious, at least over a hundred and fifty square meters.

As Xu Zhiming entered the Training Room, he could clearly sense that the air here seemed fresher, and the pores on his body appeared to relax a little.

"Not bad, not bad—the Spiritual Qi inside the Training Room is indeed a bit richer than outside."

Meng Tian nodded.

He felt this place wasn't as good as the first floor.

On the first floor, with so many people watching, he could still show off.

With Zeng Hao and the others as foils, he looked especially impressive.

Training with Brother Xu made him seem like a lazy bum in comparison.

"Xu Zhiming, come over here. I'll explain your shortcomings to you."

Meng Tian froze, staring at Huang Yilong.

"Senior, what about me? What about me?"

"You go over there and keep practicing your Wind Thunder Fist."

Meng Tian pouted. Favoritism—he wasn't having it.

Forget it.

Considering this guy was a Spear Master, he'd let it slide.

No choice—even if he got beaten up, unless it affected her future, his Elder Sister usually wouldn't step in to help him.

Xu Zhiming waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning landed on Meng Tian's head.

"Teacher Huang, please speak."

Xu Zhiming humbly asked for guidance, first to see if there was anything worth hearing.

He was also very clear about where his weaknesses lay.

Lack of practical combat experience, relying only on absolute blood and qi to crush opponents. His foundation in spear techniques and fist techniques was very weak.

Huang Yilong lit a cigarette.

"You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"

Xu Zhiming didn't answer.

Asking after he'd already lit up?

It seemed this Teacher Huang had a bit of an eccentric personality.

"Your spear foundation is a mess, and your fist foundation is a mess too. You beating Qiu Zhenghua was pure luck."

"Most of you young people nowadays only focus on raising your blood and qi and martial skills."

"Very few pay attention to the most basic things—like spear technique."

Seeing Xu Zhiming nod in agreement, without the dismissive attitude he'd shown when teaching Qiu Zhenghua earlier, Huang Yilong was quite satisfied inside. This kid had a bit of a martial artist's attitude now.

This young man before him—whether in temperament or other aspects—he found very impressive.

"You probably already know your own problems, so I won't say much more."

"'A month for the staff, a year for the blade, a lifetime for the spear; a sword carried at the waist.'"

"That's roughly the idea. As long as you understand."

"Next, don't practice Coiling Dragon Surging Waves for now. Focus on the basic movements of the spear."

"Thrust, flick, chop, parry..."

Huang Yilong spoke to Xu Zhiming as he began demonstrating the basic movements.

"I'll teach you a spear technique. First, get the movements practiced correctly and precisely."

"If you reach the initial stage of Coiling Dragon Surging Waves, you can break through the first layer in three days."

Xu Zhiming stood to the side, focusing intently on Huang Yilong's movements.

Since it was a demonstration, Huang Yilong's speed wasn't fast—the main point was to let Xu Zhiming see clearly.

"This spear technique is very simple; it doesn't even count as a martial skill. The only thing worth praising is that it encompasses all spear movements."

"There are one hundred and eight forms in total. Learn the first eighteen first."

Two or three minutes later.

A flash of information crossed Xu Zhiming's mind.

[You focused intently on watching a master demonstrate the spear technique once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit]

Light and shadow shifted, as if Huang Yilong had demonstrated it to him twice.

He also remembered most of the movements.

His memory was already quite good to begin with—otherwise, he wouldn't have taken first place in Cultural Studies among thousands of students.

Huang Yilong didn't interrupt; he wanted to see just how good Xu Zhiming's comprehension was.

The fact that Wind Thunder Fist had improved so quickly was enough to show his comprehension was quite good.

But it was also possible that it was a case of accumulated knowledge bursting forth in a single moment of enlightenment.

The spear technique was something he'd only learned recently; his foundation wasn't deep enough yet. No matter how good his comprehension, he couldn't just learn it out of thin air, right?

These one hundred and eight forms weren't as simple as Huang Yilong had made them out to be.

He had taught some people in the military, and they'd all taken about a week to basically master them.

The one with the best talent had still taken a full five days.

That person was now a spear technique expert, far surpassing Huang Yilong in strength.

Xu Zhiming didn't speak. He picked up a long spear from the side and began to demonstrate.

One, two...

Out of the eighteen forms, Xu Zhiming executed eleven standard movements.

Xu Zhiming frowned. No critical hit?

It was very likely because the movements were incomplete.

Huang Yilong was stunned inwardly. This kid's comprehension was quite good.

He could execute eleven standard movements after just one look, and the other seven only had minor flaws.

He also became interested, wanting to see how many forms Xu Zhiming could grasp in one go.

Huang Yilong didn't repeat the initial movements. He started from the nineteenth form out of the one hundred and eight.

The second time, Xu Zhiming executed twelve standard movements.

Huang Yilong's face remained expressionless. He continued.

After a total of six rounds, Huang Yilong was completely convinced by Xu Zhiming's comprehension.

Maybe he really was a natural-born spear training prodigy.

It was a pity they'd discovered it late. If he'd started training two years earlier...

Xu Zhiming might have been able to reach the advanced level of spear technique in the college entrance exam.

Whether it was saber techniques or anything else, only a few people reached the advanced level each year.

Even if one's aptitude wasn't good, reaching the advanced level through some kind of skill would still earn the school's attention.

"Next, I'll perform all the movements in one continuous sequence for you. Remember as many as you can."

"Also, there's one sentence you must remember: 'The spear thrusts a million times, only then can it be like a dragon.'"

Xu Zhiming nodded.

He realized that after his aptitude had improved, his comprehension had improved along with it.

If it had been a few days ago, before his aptitude had increased, he probably would have had a hard time remembering so many movements in one go.

[You focused intently and watched the master demonstrate the spear technique, triggering a 30x Critical Hit]

After Xu Zhiming watched it once, countless insights surfaced in his mind.

Originally, relying on his strong memory, he had already remembered quite a few movements.

With another 30x Critical Hit on all the movements, every single form became crystal clear in his mind.

Xu Zhiming closed his eyes, absorbing the insights from the critical hit.

After more than three minutes, Xu Zhiming opened his eyes.

"It's fine if you can't remember everything. Just practice first, and ask me about anything you don't understand."

Huang Yilong lit a cigarette and stood to the side.

If Xu Zhiming watched him perform the sequence once, he could execute all one hundred and eight moves in a relatively coherent manner.

That was already quite impressive in terms of comprehension—at least among his peers, he could be considered top-tier with ephedrine-like sharpness.

With good comprehension and hard work, Xu Zhiming might even reach Level Seventy Martial Artist in the future.

Huang Yilong stood nearby, watching Xu Zhiming practice the one hundred and eight moves he had just taught.

"The first move is standard, the seventh is passable too..."

He kept mental notes for Xu Zhiming, one by one.

His eyes grew wider and wider, and he couldn't help rubbing them, thinking he was seeing things.

"After finishing one round, out of one hundred and eight moves, only..."

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