No Match in the Entire Court

"Senior Brother Yang."

"Morning, Senior Brother Yang."

Inside the Limit Martial Hall, a few scattered trainees were already sparring with one another on the grassy paths.

When they saw Yang Wu, they greeted him respectfully, the respect and envy in their eyes nearly overflowing.

Listening to the respectful greetings along the way, Yang Wu headed straight to the fourth floor of the martial hall, then entered the weapons room nearby.

Several weapon racks stood inside the weapons room. The most commonly used weapons—sabers, spears, and swords—each occupied their own rack.

The remaining weapons, such as staffs, cudgels, axes, halberds, hooks, forks, and the like, were crammed together into several racks.

Although these weapons were all replicas, no one doubted their lethality. They could still draw blood and kill.

"Po Jun Series."

Passing the saber and sword racks, Yang Wu arrived at the spear rack. He opened the cabinet for the Po Jun Series, where numerous identical long spears were displayed.

The Po Jun Series spears had been designed after World Destruction, the spear technique of Hong, the world's strongest man. They were deeply beloved by spear-wielding martial artists around the world.

He had even heard online that using a Po Jun Series spear made it easier to master the World Destruction secret manual.

Yang Wu scoffed at that.

He did not need anyone to tell him that it was a scam cooked up by unscrupulous merchants. Selling weapons was one thing, but they just had to make false advertisements.

Still, Yang Wu had always used spears, and since he was used to them, he had no plans to switch weapons.

"Light..."

"Too light..."

"Ridiculously light."

Yang Wu took a long spear from the cabinet and weighed it in his hand. Finding it somewhat light, he selected another one, but it still felt far too light.

A fist strength of five thousand kilograms clearly did not belong in the Limit Martial Hall of Yi'an District.

The place was simply too small to accommodate an "Advanced Warrior Level" giant.

There were only three Warrior General Level martial artists in the entire Limit Martial Hall of Yangzhou City, and all of them were at the Limit Hall in Mingyue Community.

As for the Limit Branch in Yi'an District, it was merely one of twelve branches. Its strongest instructor, Jiang Nian, was only an Advanced Warrior.

Such a Limit Branch naturally would not be equipped with Warrior General Level training weapons.

Left with no choice, Yang Wu selected the heaviest spear in the Po Jun Series. The shaft was marked with its weight—184 kilograms.

"184 kilograms."

"Tsk, this is far too light."

Yang Wu casually swung the spear in his hand. Hearing the sharp whistling as it tore through the air, he could not help recalling how, as a child in his previous life, he had freely swung branches in rapeseed fields.

There was no opponent in the entire court who could withstand a single exchange.

After choosing his training weapon, Yang Wu returned to the training hall and began practicing his spear techniques.

Yang Wu stood in place with his long spear in hand, performing the basic spear techniques again and again.

The long spear moved like a dragon—sometimes thrusting fiercely, sometimes lashing out, sometimes sweeping upward at an angle, sometimes blocking...

Every move was executed with exceptional precision. It was practically a textbook demonstration.

With every exertion of strength, he continuously displayed the spear techniques he had comprehended during the simulation.

Suddenly.

Yang Wu twisted his right wrist. With a simple thrust, the spear shaft seemed to come alive. Like a swimming snake, it spun as it shot forward, then spun in reverse as it withdrew.

The technique behind that twist was extraordinarily exquisite. The old Yang Wu would never have been able to perform it.

Even if he had mechanically copied the motion, it would have been nothing more than empty form, merely giving his opponent an opening in battle.

"Clap clap clap..."

Once he had completed a set of basic spear techniques, crisp applause sounded. Yang Wu turned around and saw Instructor Jiang Nian standing at the entrance of the training hall, looking at him with surprise and uncertainty.

"Yang Wu, your spear technique... could it have reached the Proficient Level?"

Although Jiang Nian's saber technique had not reached the Proficient Level, he had followed Warrior General Level martial artists before and had seen quite a bit. Yet the basic spear techniques displayed in Yang Wu's hands were remarkably profound.

"Instructor."

Yang Wu had noticed Jiang Nian the moment he came upstairs. However, this was exactly what he wanted, so he continued until he had finished the entire set of basic spear techniques.

"I haven't broken through. I merely gained some insight during my recent training!"

Yang Wu shook his head. How could Proficient Level spear techniques be so easy to attain? Even with his cheat, he would still need another month.

Still, although his spear technique had not broken through, it was indeed not far from doing so.

At most, it would take a month.

Spear technique realms were likewise divided into Basic Level, Proficient Level, Perfect Level, and Artistic Conception Level. Proficient Level spear techniques corresponded to Micro-level Footwork.

"Mm, it is normal to gain insight after building up experience over time!"

Instructor Jiang Nian stepped forward and nodded in satisfaction. He was rather familiar with Yang Wu and thought highly of this trainee.

Diligent and hardworking, with a solid foundation.

It was only because speed was his weak point that he had been stuck at the Quasi-Warrior assessment for so long.

However, the smile on his face suddenly froze. He stared blankly at the Po Jun Spear in Yang Wu's hand, his eyes widening round.

"You, you..."

Instructor Jiang Nian stared at Yang Wu in shock, pointing at the spear in his hand. "Just now, were you practicing spear techniques with this 184-kilogram Po Jun Spear?"

"No, that's not right... You... ah..."

"Slap."

Jiang Nian was so agitated that he began speaking incoherently. Unable to stop himself, he raised a hand and slapped himself, trying to wake himself up.

He had seen it with his own eyes, but the matter was simply too shocking.

A 184-kilogram long spear had been wielded effortlessly through the basic spear techniques by a trainee who had only just passed the Quasi-Warrior assessment.

It was as though he was not wielding a weapon at all, but merely a dry wooden branch.

"Could it be that you have successfully cultivated Genetic Force? But that's impossible. How could that be..."

Instructor Jiang Nian repeatedly shook his head. Even if Yang Wu had successfully cultivated Genetic Force, this rate of growth in strength was completely beyond his understanding.

But immediately afterward, Instructor Jiang Nian's eyes lit up. As though he had discovered a priceless treasure, he stared at Yang Wu with blazing eyes.

"Yang Wu, go to the fist strength testing machine. Hurry, throw a punch for me. Let me see exactly how much your fist strength has reached now!"

Jiang Nian hurriedly pulled Yang Wu toward the fist strength testing machine in the corner. If Yang Wu truly was as he suspected, then he would strike it rich.

"Yang Wu passed the Quasi-Warrior assessment only a month ago, yet he can effortlessly wield a 184-kilogram Po Jun Spear, and he handles it with complete ease."

"This clearly isn't even all of his strength. His power has increased severalfold, perhaps even tenfold." Instructor Jiang Nian took a deep breath.

"If I'm not mistaken, Yang Wu's cultivation speed for Genetic Force has definitely reached the genius level, perhaps even..." Jiang Nian thought.