"Ah..."
Black and white radiance crossed, like an indestructible spear.
Wherever it passed, angels fell.
Blood... slowly dripped down the Black Spear.
It was Gunman's.
His body began to crack apart.
Like White Garment, he turned into countless drifting wisps.
His dissolution began at his legs.
Yet he still held his charging stance.
"Old man... hang in there!" Sikong Jian's eyes brimmed with tears.
What could be more devastating than watching his beloved master dissolve before his eyes?
Only his chest and everything above it remained.
His time had come.
Gunman looked at Sikong Jian with bold acceptance, his eyes full of pride.
White Garment had Little White Tiger and Old Ninth.
His disciple... was no worse than anyone.
"Grip your spear!" Gunman sternly rebuked him. "You brat, don't get caught up in sentiment. The one thing you never learned from me was how to let go."
"For a spear wielder, killing comes first."
"Before the spear arrives, shatter the enemy's courage."
"Break their formations."
"Sever their heads."
"Seize their banners."
"Subdue their souls."
"In the way of the spear, momentum comes first. Do you remember?"
Like a father about to leave on a long journey, he gave Sikong Jian gentle, reluctant reminders.
"I remember."
Tears spilled from Sikong Jian's eyes as he nodded firmly.
"Good lad... I... can't fly anymore."
Reassured, Gunman pressed the Black Spear into his hands. "The road ahead... you must walk it yourself."
Then his body dissipated with a smile, turning into strands of black light that attached themselves to Sikong Jian.
An invisible force pushed him onward in his charge.
It was Gunman's final lingering will.
"Kid, want to take me as your master? I'm pretty damn awesome."
"Kid, you're so fucking weak. Don't tell anyone you're my disciple when you go out."
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