Tang San, My Foolish Little Brother

*Ruthless Charge*: Charge at a designated target area with a spear, dealing physical damage to targets within the area and knocking them airborne. A second charge can be launched within five seconds after charging, but it will not knock enemies airborne. (No mana required)

Yang Ming rubbed his eyes. As he repeatedly confirmed that he had obtained Han Xin's skill, a vast amount of information suddenly flooded into his mind, like a stone being squeezed into a sponge.

Yang Ming had originally thought that gaining a skill merely meant using it.

But now, he discovered that he had been wrong—terribly wrong!

The information flooding into his mind contained everything about Han Xin's use of the spear, including the types of spears, how to wield them, how to maintain them, how to fight enemies with them, how to train normally, and so on.

The spear was one of ancient China's weapons. It was a long-handled thrusting weapon made of a sharp blade and a shaft, similar in appearance to a lance, with a handle longer than its blade. Strictly speaking, it was one of the eighteen weapons and the foremost of the four great weapons, known as the king of all weapons.

The spear evolved from the ge and the long halberd. The most common types included the red-tasseled spear, waxwood spear, Liuhe spear, iron spear, camel-dragon spear, and more. Its basic movements were blocking, controlling, and thrusting, while advanced movements included whipping, striking, entangling, circling, stabbing, pouncing, pointing, deflecting, and twirling. It was difficult to master, hence the saying: "A staff takes a year, a saber takes a month, but a spear takes years of practice."

Clutching his aching, swollen head, Yang Ming's expression shifted repeatedly.

"Phew!"

After quite a while, the pain in his head finally faded, and Yang Ming let out a sigh of relief. He had been scared into a cold sweat just now, nearly thinking he would not be able to withstand the explosion of information in his mind.

I should find a branch and give it a try. Let's see how effective it is.

With that thought, Yang Ming found a pine tree nearby and snapped off a branch with force. The branch was slightly longer than an adult's arm, perfectly suited for Yang Ming's current use.

The moment his palm tightened around the branch and he treated it as a long spear, a sense of familiarity surged through Yang Ming's heart.

This came from Han Xin's instinct, forged through relentless training in the scorching heat of summer and the bitter cold of winter!

With a flick, Yang Ming spun the branch in a flourish. Following the information in his mind, he displayed each move one by one. At first, his movements felt awkward, like a babbling infant learning to walk. But as he gradually found his rhythm, his speed steadily increased until he wielded it as skillfully as Han Xin himself.

The wonder of spear technique lay in practice making perfect. Once one became familiar with it, the mind could forget the hands, and the hands could forget the spear. It had to be rounded and refined without becoming sluggish; above all else, one had to remain calm. With a calm heart free of reckless movement, one could handle all situations with ease, changing unpredictably and endlessly. Spears had feints and substance, orthodox moves and unconventional ones. Their advance was fierce, their retreat swift, their rhythm short. Still as a mountain, moving like thunder!

Spear thrusts were divided into high level, middle level, and low level, with the middle level being the essential method. Thus came the saying: "The middle-level spear is the king of spears; the central point is the hardest to block."

Beyond spear-wielding techniques, spear arts also required proper footwork—light, nimble, swift, and steady, achieving "steps like the wind, stealthy steps like nails."

It was as though Yang Ming had the guidance of a famous master. Once he began, he could not stop. As he incorporated footwork, the strength in his waist, legs, arms, and wrists gradually fused as one with the spear.

The spear was courage.

Since ancient times, spearmen had always been unlucky. Every time they thrust their spears, they had to embrace the resolve to die. Either the enemy died first, or they did.

Yang Ming raised his spear. His shoulders trembled slightly, his waist moved with his strength, and power flowed from his arm to the spear tip. His thrust was like a hidden dragon emerging from the water, a flash of cold light arriving first, followed by a spear strike like a dragon's flight, faintly carrying a piercing whistle.

Thanks to Han Xin's decades of experience and insight, although Yang Ming held only a tree branch, at that moment it gave off a sharp, threatening aura.

Limited by the fact that his current body was only that of a six-year-old child, his stamina had its limits. After practicing for nearly half an hour, Yang Ming felt as though his entire right arm were carrying a sack of sand. He had no choice but to stop.

"That's enough practice for today."

Though his body was exhausted, Yang Ming's spirit remained exceptionally high.

With the branch resting on his shoulder, Yang Ming turned and left. On his way back to the village, he happened to encounter Tang San coming down the mountain.

Seeing Yang Ming drenched in sweat and holding a branch in such an odd manner, Tang San's expression became extremely strange. It was as though he had encountered one of those bratty children who liked kicking other people's cars and assumed Yang Ming's way of thinking was just as peculiar.

"Yang Ming, are you taking that branch home?"

"Yeah." Yang Ming tilted his head and looked at Tang San in confusion. "Why?"

"Nothing. As long as you're happy." Tang San's expression grew even stranger.

Yang Ming halted. He had been too tired to react just now, but now he realized Tang San was looking at him as though he were an idiot. How could he tolerate that?

I'm the boss of Holy Soul Village!

"Third Brother, what kind of look is that?" Yang Ming walked toward Tang San. "Why don't you tell your big brother about it?"

Not to mention that Tang San had the Mysterious Heaven Skill supporting him, giving him physical abilities far beyond those of children his age, but simply the fact that he had been an adult in his past life was enough for him to look down on Yang Ming as a little brat.

Watching Yang Ming press closer step by step, Tang San did not panic in the slightest. He smiled and said in the tone one would use to coax a child:

"Yang Ming, you should hurry home. If you get back too late, the village chief will spank you."

Stopping in front of Tang San, Yang Ming saw that Tang San was no shorter than he was. Yang Ming knew his own limits and did not underestimate Tang San, the original novel's protagonist, merely because he had just gained a cheat. After comparing their strengths in his mind, he already had an idea.

"Third Brother, how about we race and see who gets back to the village first?" To make Tang San agree, Yang Ming deliberately added, "If you win, I won't call you Third Brother anymore. I'll call you Third Elder Brother!"

Tang San curled his lip and secretly thought:

Isn't it only because you're shameless and keep calling me Third Brother because the village chief backs you? Otherwise, I would have made you change the way you address me long ago.

Still, Tang San felt it would be quite nice if Yang Ming changed the way he addressed him. After all, he did not want to inexplicably gain an older brother.

The two took their positions.

"Three, two, one, Go!"

The instant Yang Ming finished counting down, Tang San relied on his Mysterious Heaven Skill and sprang forward. Like a galloping little colt, he moved far faster than any child his age and immediately left Yang Ming behind.

Yang Ming did not care about that result. Using the branch in his hand as a spear, he activated his skill, Ruthless Charge!

The branch struck the ground, and Yang Ming leaped up like a high jumper. Miraculously, he traced a graceful arc through the air and landed near Tang San despite starting later.

"This... can someone tell me what just happened?"

Tang San rubbed his eyes. After confirming that he had not seen wrongly, he found that Yang Ming had actually used some bizarre method to leap in front of him.

How could this be allowed!

Tang San stopped holding back and fully unleashed the Tang Sect Lightness Skill, quickly catching up to Yang Ming.

Yet less than five seconds later, Yang Ming repeated the same trick and leaped ahead of Tang San once more.

The two continued cycling back and forth, one ahead and one behind, until Yang Ming landed at the village entrance first. He grinned at Tang San, who arrived a step later, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed:

"My foolish little brother!"

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