That Spear Strike

October 23rd was the day Chen Daolin went out to hunt monsters.

Today, Chen Daolin did not specifically seek out monsters to hunt; instead, he carried his spear and walked aimlessly through 1001 City in silence.

Whenever he encountered a suitable monster, he would engage it in battle, using the live combat to gain insights into his spear techniques.

A straight thrust with the spear, swift and agile like a viper flicking its tongue, made it difficult for opponents to defend.

A downward slash with the spearhead, fierce and savage, struck directly at vital points like a predatory eagle diving for prey.

A horizontal sweep with the butt of the spear, seemingly clumsy, carried immense power like a bull swinging its horns.

Technique by technique, move by move, Chen Daolin applied his insights into actual combat, and through that combat, he gained even more understanding, using these realizations to grasp the profound mysteries of the World Destroyer spear technique.

It was like peeling a cocoon to reveal the secrets hidden within the mist; Chen Daolin's mind became increasingly clear and bright.

That sense of enlightenment grew stronger and stronger. Long-term accumulation, tempered by one life-and-death battle after another, had settled and fermented, beginning to burst forth as he stood on the verge of a breakthrough.

"I'm still missing a suitable opponent to let me have a truly satisfying, all-out battle." Chen Daolin stroked his spear while sitting on the balcony of a fifth-floor apartment, gazing into the distance. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Beside an abandoned fountain in the center of a plaza, a leopard with golden, oily fur marked by beautiful coin-shaped spots, its body lithe and fierce, was walking over with a steady yet light gait. The moment Chen Daolin noticed it, it seemed to sense something and lifted its head, its gaze locking onto Chen Daolin.

Across a straight-line distance of nearly a kilometer, their gazes met, as if sparks were flying between them.

The leopard's beastly pupils narrowed immediately, and it licked its lips with a rough tongue.

Chen Daolin smiled as well. It was truly a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road. This leopard had nearly killed him last time; if he hadn't broken through to achieve Micro-level footwork at the last moment, which greatly increased his combat power and scared the beast away, he might have already been dead.

Whoosh.

Chen Daolin jumped directly from the building over ten meters high, landing on the ground like a comet and kicking up a cloud of dust. With his gear and weapon, he weighed at least several hundred kilograms, and the C6 Model spear alone, crafted from special materials, weighed nearly two hundred kilograms.

After landing, Chen Daolin strode toward the leopard. With every step, he covered nearly a hundred meters, and the aura around him climbed sharply.

By the end, Chen Daolin was moving so fast he left behind a trail of afterimages.

King Kai Fist.

Twofold!

Threefold!

Fourfold!

Chen Daolin's eyes grew brighter and brighter, his plain, unremarkable face filled with fighting spirit.

"Die!"

The air blurred for a moment as a spear shadow struck out, like a viper emerging from its hole, piercing toward the leopard's vitals with lightning speed.

The leopard let out a low growl. It had long since recognized the human before it, but it hadn't expected the opponent to be so bold as to come and provoke it. There was nothing more to say—kill!

One was a human martial artist with profound spear skills, uncanny footwork, and an explosive power comparable to a high-level Beast General, acting like a human-shaped beast. The other was a massive, ferociously violent Beast General Level monster that moved like lightning. The two clashed, and for a time, the sky seemed to darken as sand and stones flew everywhere.

The entire plaza became their battlefield.

Chen Daolin's own physical strength had already reached 12,000 kilograms, and with the fourfold boost of the King Kai Fist, it reached 48,000 kilograms, which was not weak even among high-level War Generals.

Therefore, from the very beginning, he caught the leopard off guard and made it suffer, causing the beast to no longer dare to be careless toward this human.

Monster combat was not as flexible or varied as human combat; they relied more on powerful physical strength, rapid speed, and sturdy bodies—essentially, whoever had the greater physical strength won.

Humans, however, besides training their bodies, placed greater emphasis on attack methods, footwork, and combat awareness, which was why human martial artists were stronger than monsters of the same rank.

As Chen Daolin fought the leopard with his spear, he pondered the first move of the World Destroyer technique. Gradually, the speed of his spear slowed down, but it became heavier, and it always landed in the path of the leopard's attacks before the beast could strike. The leopard was soon covered in wounds and filled with fury.

It's no use, I can't beat this human. The leopard realized this in its heart. Feeling frustrated and helpless, the beast, which possessed a degree of intelligence, knew that if it couldn't win, it had to run.

If you can't win, run—the logic of a wild beast was that simple, unlike humans who sometimes considered other factors.

At this moment, Chen Daolin's eyes grew brighter and brighter. Man and spear suddenly reached a state of harmony. The spear he swung vibrated, its speed suddenly increasing by nearly twofold. The spear shadow blurred, piercing into the leopard's lower abdomen.

This strike broke the bottleneck that had held Chen Daolin back for so long.

The first layer of the World Destroyer spear technique, complete!

The leopard let out a painful howl, a flash of fear in its eyes. How is this human getting stronger? It dared not continue the fight and turned to run.

"Want to run? No way!" Chen Daolin roared, following closely behind. He thrust his spear out again, his muscles vibrating to add another layer of force to the weapon. The speed of the spear finally broke the sound barrier, piercing heavily into the leopard's body. Chen Daolin did not let go; he roared, his muscles bulging and veins popping like a steel warrior. He planted his feet, pushed his body forward while gripping the spear, and shoved the leopard's massive body backward repeatedly. The incredibly tough alloy spear shaft bent into a distinct arc. The leopard felt a massive, overwhelming force surge into it, churning its internal organs into a mess. In agonizing spasms, it let out a heaven-shaking scream, whipped its tail like a bowling ball to knock Chen Daolin away, and scrambled away frantically, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

Chen Daolin was sent flying over twenty meters by the leopard's desperate, final tail strike. His chest felt tight, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He knew he had made a mistake by going head-to-head with the leopard. Fortunately, the King Kai Fist had increased his defensive power fourfold, or he would have been dead or crippled. Shaking his head, Chen Daolin quickly climbed up and chased in the direction the leopard had fled, knowing that the leopard was severely wounded and could not go far.

Following the bloodstains, Chen Daolin soon found the dying leopard in the lobby of a supermarket. A pool of blood flowed beneath it, and two newborn leopard cubs were circling it. When the leopard saw Chen Daolin appear, it struggled to stand, but it was too severely injured to do so. The leopard let out a weak, low growl, its eyes filled with a human-like plea.

Chen Daolin was silent for a moment. He walked over, gripped his spear, and kicked away the two cubs that lunged at him. With a sudden burst of force, squelch, the leopard's massive body shuddered, and its head dropped powerlessly.

Chen Daolin pulled out his blood-stained spear and took out his skinning knife, but after a moment of hesitation, he put it away. He kicked the two biting cubs aside once more, turned around, and left the scene.