Three hours later, Xu Jie led Xu Zhengyang away from the Illustrious Virtue Hall. Neither of them said anything, but Xu Jie could clearly sense that Xu Zhengyang seemed to have changed.
Back in his dormitory, it was afternoon. Xu Zhengyang, unusually, didn't go out to train or forge his Martial Soul. Instead, he stared intently at the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear in front of him.
" Ji Juechen completely transformed his Martial Soul into energy rather than a physical form, merging all the energy into the Extraterrestrial Meteoric Iron Sword. It could be said that he destroyed his Martial Soul, but he did not make the energy disappear."
"This is because of his dedication to the sword, and because he poured his whole life into it. No wonder he is called Sword Fanatic."
"I am different from Ji Juechen. I do not want to destroy my Martial Soul, but I can use the same principle to integrate all my Soul Power, and even my life force, into the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear. From now on, I am the spear, and the spear is me. We are inseparable and will share life and death."
As Xu Zhengyang finished speaking, he poured all his Soul Power into the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear at an extremely fast speed. The entire Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear became incredibly hot and exuded an aura of tenacity and indomitable spirit, just like a roaring tiger.
Xu Zhengyang watched the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear's indomitable spirit and arrogance. He gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed directly on the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear. Unexpectedly, the blood did not congeal or slide off as it would when colliding with other metals. Instead, it quickly merged into the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear and disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, Xu Zhengyang's life force was rapidly fading away, and a special power was quickly merging into the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear.
After an unknown amount of time, Xu Zhengyang and the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear gradually calmed down. At this moment, the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear seemed no different from before, but it also seemed to have an unusual aura, like a living being.
At this moment, as his Soul Power and life force dissipated, Xu Zhengyang became extremely weak, his face was pale, but he also looked extremely happy, and even couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahaha, I infuse my soul into the gun, nourish it with my blood, and forge it with my life. Man is gun, and gun is man; there is no distinction between them. I have finally found my own path."
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang laughed with unparalleled arrogance, even to the point of being unusually maniacal.
The next morning, Xu Zhengyang, unusually, did not go to class, nor did he even participate in casting or meditation. This was the first time in many years that Xu Zhengyang had not meditated.
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang stood in a spacious and relatively secluded place. Since he had gained some enlightenment last night, Xu Zhengyang had been standing here alone, holding the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear in his right hand, with his eyes tightly closed, as if he were in a special state.
This was the first time in many years that Xu Zhengyang hadn't practiced shooting in the morning, but even so, Xu Zhengyang aura only grew stronger.
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang felt as if he had entered a special state, as if an endless, mysterious fog had enveloped his vision.
Even the Sea of Spirit seemed to have changed at this moment. The originally extremely fragile Sea of Spirit had become incredibly strong and sharp, and even the killing aura gradually increased.
After his first soul transfer into the spear yesterday, Xu Zhengyang felt as if all his years of spear training had been in vain, and that his pursuit had been trapped in a shackle.
But at that moment, it seemed as if this constraint was broken, and he seemed to begin to truly understand the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear and the true essence of using a spear.
The spear is the king of all weapons, Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear is the most powerful of all spears. It represents not only absolute power but also absolute destructive force, making it the most lethal weapon in the world.
Looking at the vast fog before him, Xu Zhengyang roared, "So what if it's foggy? So what if the future is unknown? As long as I fight my way through, I will surely carve a bloody path forward. No one can stop me!"
Xu Zhengyang felt as if something had appeared in his hand, and countless points of light quickly coalesced into a spear over three meters long.
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang's momentum surged, and he completely disregarded everything else, regardless of marksmanship or danger. He gripped the spear with both hands and struck with all his might.
With this strike, the spear was like a tiger unleashed from its cage, or a Tiger Roars in the Mountains and Forests, instantly piercing through the clouds and creating a huge hole in the entire world.
At that moment, Xu Zhengyang suddenly opened his eyes, gripped the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear with both hands, and thrust it with all his might. This strike was countless times stronger than any of his previous strikes, seemingly filled with endless killing power, even more powerful than when he used his Soul Skill.
With a full-force strike, a huge hole was instantly torn open in the ground, and a terrifying crack appeared on the surface.
Xu Zhengyang looked at the crack in the ground and the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear in his hand, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"It seems I've actually gained something else this time. After all these years of shooting practice, I've finally made a breakthrough."
After Xu Zhengyang infused his soul into the spear, he began to feel the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear's resentment and its powerful aura. He felt that if he were a spear, he would be unstoppable and defeat the enemy.
It was this act of infusing his soul into the gun that led Xu Zhengyang to a state of sudden enlightenment.
Xu Zhengyang had practiced marksmanship for many years and had mastered the basics to an extremely high level. He had even mastered many relatively advanced marksmanship techniques, but he always felt that he was being limited in some way.
After this epiphany, all his previous spear training finally paid off. He had mastered the basics of Spear Qi and could now channel his internal energy to the tip of the spear when wielding it, unleashing terrifying power. Just like the crack in the ground, in addition to the power of the spear itself, there was also the aura emanating from the tip, greatly increasing its destructive force.
Although his Spear Intent was somewhat unstable this time, Xu Zhengyang believed that with more practice, he could skillfully condense a stable Spear Qi, so that the aura could cut through wood without the wood disintegrating, and he could even pierce through steel with a single spear thrust.
Xu Zhengyang gripped the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear: "Good brother, you've given me another surprise. From now on, we'll conquer the world together, reach the pinnacle of this world, and make you the true king of weapons."
When Xu Zhengyang arrived at the classroom, the second period was almost over, and the whole class looked at him with surprise. This was the first time Xu Zhengyang had missed a class.
Teacher Xu Jie, however, looked puzzled. He sensed that Xu Zhengyang had undergone some kind of change, becoming more sharp and imposing, especially since Xu Zhengyang was actually holding his Martial Soul Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear.