A Spear Must Press Forward Without Fear!

Lin Ming took the manual, his face full of disdain. "Why is it so worn-out? Lao Deng, are we really this poor? Can't you give me a newer one?"

Lin Feng reached out with two fingers and rapped Lin Ming on the head. Lin Ming winced and clutched his head with both hands.

"You should be grateful you have something to learn from. This was your grandpa's most precious possession back then. How could I just replace it? Be careful—don't go damaging it. If you break it, I won't let you off!"

The old man and the child horsed around like a pair of living treasures.

"Alright, Grandpa will now demonstrate the three most basic moves. Watch carefully and learn well. Let's see how much talent you have on the path of the spear."

Lin Ming nodded, and the grandfather and grandson headed to the open ground outside.

The casual expression on Lin Feng's face vanished, replaced by solemn focus.

The Thunder-Roar Spear appeared in his hand, followed by nine dazzling Spirit Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

His aura surged sharply, displaying the bearing befitting a Title Douluo.

"Grandson, watch closely!"

Lin Feng held the Thunder-Roar Spear as lightning flickered around him, whipping up a fierce gust of wind.

Holding the spear in one hand, he suddenly thrust it toward the air ahead.

Boom!

A sonic boom rang out. The air seemed to be pierced through, erupting with a sharp explosion.

"When we wield spears, what matters is an unstoppable momentum. The most basic move is the thrust."

Lin Ming no longer looked carefree and flippant. He listened intently.

Lin Ming could clearly sense that when Lin Feng thrust out the Thunder-Roar Spear, he seemed to become one with the weapon.

"When you thrust, your mind must be free of distractions. You must press forward without fear, and never fear injury!"

Lin Feng patiently explained it to Lin Ming.

"Lao Deng, why can I sense a very subtle kind of energy winding around your spear tip when you use the spear? But it isn't Soul Power."

Lin Ming's words startled Lin Feng.

"Grandson, you really sensed it?"

Lin Ming rolled his eyes. "Why would I lie to you? What is it?"

Lin Feng stroked his beard, his eyes full of delight. "I never expected it, Grandson. You truly are a gift from heaven. You actually sensed the existence of Spear Intent on your very first try."

Lin Ming understood. He had already had some guesses, thinking it might be something similar to sword qi or Sword Intent. It turned out that he had been right.

"Then, Lao Deng, is this Spear Intent hard to cultivate?" Lin Ming could feel how powerful Spear Intent was and could hardly wait to develop his own.

"Of course it is! If this thing weren't difficult to cultivate, then nothing in the world would be difficult to cultivate. Don't even think about mastering it overnight. No matter how talented you are, it's impossible. Your grandpa had to train for many years before I developed it."

Lin Feng's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the flames in Lin Ming's heart.

Yet that bucket of water did not extinguish the flames, because Lin Ming believed that, with the Sky-Propping Spear Martial Soul, he was different from ordinary people.

"Lao Deng, just you wait! What others can't do, I'll definitely do!"

"Alright, alright. Grandpa believes in you. Next is the second move."

Lin Feng instantly switched back into battle mode, still holding the Thunder-Roar Spear in one hand.

"Watch closely, Grandson. When facing an enemy's attack, an upward sweep can also be an excellent defense and counterattack!"

His one-handed grip abruptly changed to a two-handed one. Lin Feng grasped the spear shaft with both hands and fiercely swept it upward.

The shaft of the Thunder-Roar Spear bent slightly under the immense force, while a series of sonic booms burst from the spear tip.

The Thunder-Roar Spear traced a beautiful arc through the air, its power clearly extraordinary. Combined with Spear Intent, it was hard to imagine just how devastating that strike would be.

As Lin Ming watched Lin Feng's demonstration, he unconsciously summoned his own Martial Soul.

The Sky-Propping Spear rested in his hands. Mimicking Lin Feng, he gripped its shaft with both hands and used all his strength to sweep upward.

To everyone's surprise, Lin Ming also produced a sonic boom. Though faint, it was undeniably the sound of air being torn apart.

Lin Feng had been about to demonstrate the third move when he heard the air split apart and turned around in shock.

"Grandson, did you make that sound just now?"

Lin Ming waved the Sky-Propping Spear in his hand. "Who else would it be? It doesn't seem that hard."

Lin Feng nearly spat blood when he heard that.

"Your grandpa trained for so long before learning it, yet you mastered it after watching it once. Isn't that a little too much?"

"You're just bad at it. Hurry up and show me the third move!"

Lin Feng's face darkened, but inwardly, he was already overjoyed.

With such astonishing comprehension, Lin Ming would surely bring his Martial Soul to an entirely new height. After all, the reason Lin Feng had been unable to break through to Super Douluo for so long was neither insufficient Soul Power accumulation nor a lack of Innate Soul Power talent, but his inability to gain a deeper understanding of his Martial Soul.

Now, with the talent Lin Ming had displayed, becoming a Super Douluo was practically guaranteed in the future. He might even be able to challenge the realm of a Limit Douluo like Mu En.

"Ahem." Lin Feng coughed twice and began demonstrating the third move.

"The third move is called Sweep. As the name implies, when the long spear sweeps across the battlefield, even ten thousand troops cannot stand against it!"

Lin Feng gripped the end of the Thunder-Roar Spear with one hand, its tip dragging across the ground as he slowly walked forward.

As his aura suddenly condensed, the hand gripping the Thunder-Roar Spear abruptly exerted force.

The spear tip swept sideways, sending a crescent-shaped wave of air flying toward a massive boulder ahead.

Boom!

The air wave crashed into the boulder, carrying incomparably sharp Spear Intent and reducing it to powder.

"This move's pretty good. When will I be able to send out air waves too?"

Lin Ming was very interested in this sweeping move.

"If you want to do it, then practice diligently. Grandpa believes you'll manage it far earlier than I did."

In truth, Lin Feng had still underestimated Lin Ming's talent.

Before he could even finish speaking, Lin Ming had already picked up the Sky-Propping Spear and begun practicing.

With the Sky-Propping Spear in hand, Lin Ming carefully recalled the way Lin Feng had exerted force moments ago.

He planted his feet firmly, gripped the tail of the spear with one hand, and lit up his first Spirit Ring, granting himself an all-attribute enhancement.

His right hand suddenly exerted force, and the Sky-Propping Spear swept forward.

At that moment, a semicircular air wave shot out, flying toward a thick tree ahead.

Boom!

The air wave struck the trunk, sending leaves raining down. The noise made Lin Ming, who had been about to leave, turn back.

Seeing the tree trunk half-destroyed and the tree swaying as if it might topple at any moment, Lin Ming was completely dumbfounded.

"This..."

Lin Feng was momentarily speechless, as though his language system had shut down.

"Well? Am I impressive or what?"

Lin Ming's right hand felt a little sore, but he was extremely satisfied as he looked at the result of his attack.

"Impressive, impressive. Grandpa needs to go calm down first..."

Looking absent-minded, Lin Feng walked toward the house.

After a while.

A burst of wild laughter rang out. "Hahaha! My grandson Lin Ming has the makings of a Limit Douluo! Hahaha!!!"

Lin Ming helplessly shook his head. "Lao Deng, don't curse me!"