After returning to his dormitory, Xu Zhengyang carefully reviewed the details of his battle with Ji Juechen. He gradually fell into a daze, and the scene before him seemed to be changing.
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang felt as if he were in a fog, and gradually heard the sounds of fighting, as if he were in an extremely large battlefield.
On the battlefield, heavily armored cavalrymen moved swiftly, making the ground seem to tremble. Infantrymen, armed with various weapons, fought desperately. The entire battlefield was extremely brutal, with blood flowing everywhere. The ground seemed to be stained red with blood, and there were corpses and mangled flesh everywhere. Human life was as worthless as grass here.
Even Xu Zhengyang, who had experienced countless battles, felt a chill run down his spine. This was no longer a battlefield; it was more like a giant meat grinder, slaughtering countless lives.
Xu Zhengyang was filled with confusion, wondering why he was seeing this scene and why he had come here.
When he looked again, he noticed a very obvious detail: the weapons these people were using to charge into battle were not longswords, long knives, or hammers known for their weight; everyone's weapons were very uniform—they were all spears and lances.
Each person held a long spear and desperately thrust it at the enemy in front of them, completely disregarding their own lives and whether they would be hurt.
Especially when facing various enemy formations, the gunman, wielding a spear over two meters long, charged forward with all his might. The spear, like the man wielding it, was fearless, a deadly weapon on the battlefield.
Their movements were very simple: a straightforward sprint, pouring all their strength and momentum into their spears as if to pierce through the enemy. With the simplest spear-slashing motion, the massive spearhead cleaved the enemy in two.
This is a battlefield, a world of spears. Spears seem to be the master of everything, the protagonist of everything, and the key to victory or defeat on the battlefield.
Just as the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, a golden figure suddenly appeared. This person rode a huge black horse that was over three meters long, wore golden armor and a golden helmet, and had an extremely resolute and determined look on his face. In his hand, he held a spear that was over three meters long.
The spear's shaft was gilded, radiating a chilling light, and its tip was shaped like a tiger's head, with the blade nestled in the tiger's mouth—truly the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear.
This man was exceptionally brave, moving swiftly across the battlefield like an arrow released from a bow. Any enemy in front of him was pierced through with a single spear thrust. Especially when facing heavily guarded generals, he showed no fear even when facing numerous enemies; on the contrary, his momentum only grew stronger.
After charging in again and again, this man was surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Even when surrounded by countless people, his spear was like a tiger unleashed from its cage or a dragon emerging from the sea, slashing, thrusting, and hacking, leaving behind only heads and corpses.
At that moment, despite being covered in blood and riddled with wounds, this man charged forward tenaciously, his warhorse reaching its maximum speed and charging directly at the enemy leader.
At that moment, this person had no regard for life or death, no fear of injury, and used his spear and even his body to knock away the enemy in front of him.
Finally, this man broke through the encirclement and the enemy general's defenses, his spear striking with earth-shattering force, killing the enemy general.
With the death of their commander, countless men raised their spears and shouted. Although the other side was unwilling, their morale began to crumble after their commander's death, and the scales of victory began to tip.
This is the most brutal battlefield, and also the highest glory for a general: to slay a general. And all of this is the credit of that general, accomplished by himself and his spear.
As the battle ended, the scene before them seemed to begin anew. Again, there were generals wielding long spears and commanders holding Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear. This time, they were the ones who climbed the high city walls amidst the vast army, and were known as the first to scale the walls.
The scene before Xu Zhengyang's eyes changed again and again, leading him to a completely new battlefield, like an endless cycle, as if the fighting was happening all the time.
While Xu Zhengyang was in a special situation, he was completely unaware of what was happening outside.
Several days have passed, and Xu Zhengyang has not come to class for the past few days. In fact, no one in the class knows about Xu Zhengyang's situation, not even the homeroom teacher Xu Jie.
Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen thought that Xu Zhengyang was injured in the last battle and was still recuperating in the dormitory. They were worried that something might have happened, so they came to the dormitory to check on him.
The scene before them took them by surprise. Xu Zhengyang was sitting cross-legged on his bed, seemingly in a peculiar state, a completely dazed state, as if he had completely lost consciousness.
Even so, Xu Zhengyang still gripped the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear tightly with both hands. The man and the spear seemed to have become one, as if they had become partners who relied on each other.
As the pinnacle of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy Sun Moon Empire Soul Master Academy naturally had people who witnessed this phenomenon, even if it was extremely rare.
Xiao Hongchen immediately notified Teacher Xu Jie and Dean Jing Hongchen. The two quickly arrived at Xu Zhengyang's dormitory. Xu Jie was not very familiar with the situation and his eyes were full of worry. However, when Jing Hongchen saw Xu Zhengyang's appearance, his face showed a hint of joy. He knew very well the effect of Deep Meditation on the improvement of Soul Master.
Especially since news came from the upper grades that Ji Juechen seemed to have also entered this state of Deep Meditation.
These two are the strongest students in the entire academy, veritable geniuses. Xu Zhengyang, in particular, is only thirteen years old, yet he possesses such combat power and has entered this state of enlightenment. His future is absolutely limitless.
" Xu Jie, Xiao Hongchen, Meng Hongchen, don't worry. Xu Zhengyang has entered a Deep Meditation state, which is very beneficial to his future development. It's a rare opportunity, but he can't be disturbed during this time and needs someone to take care of him."
Without hesitation, Teacher Xu Jie said, " Xu Zhengyang's parents are in Dongyang City, Mingdu. It would take at least several days to travel back and forth. I'll take care of them for the next few days. Besides, we are all from the Xu Clan's Sun Radiance Lineage."
Jing Hongchen nodded. "I can't estimate the exact time of Xu Zhengyang's enlightenment. It could be as short as a few days or as long as several months. You need to ensure that he is in good health and that he is not disturbed by others. If possible, it would be best to have a high-level Soul Engineer guarding him to prevent any accidents."
Jing Hongchen and Xu Jie exchanged a glance. Just as Jing Hongchen said, normally the academy should send people to guard the interior. However, Xu Zhengyang's identity was special; he was a member of the Xu family, the royal Xu Clan of the Sun Moon Empire Imperial Family. Although he was only a branch, it would be easy for the academy to cause trouble if it intervened rashly.
Xu Jie thought for a moment before speaking, "Recently, the classes have mainly focused on the application of Martial Soul control. I've arranged for another teacher to cover the classes, and I'll be staying here for the time being. I'll also arrange for someone to notify his parents as soon as possible."
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang was completely unaware of what was happening outside. Before his eyes, one battlefield after another flashed by, each one extremely brutal. One fierce general after another wielded a long spear, completing one impossible task after another: either taking the head of a man amidst a sea of soldiers, leading troops in fearless charges, or breaching city after city.
The main characters on these battlefields are both brave and fearless generals and ordinary soldiers, and the spear is the unchanging weapon of war.
Xu Zhengyang gradually began to understand that the spear was completely different from other weapons; it was a true battlefield killing machine, unlike swords which were ornate, unlike bows and arrows which had obvious drawbacks, and unlike halberds which were extremely cumbersome to use.
Every general and every soldier basically knows how to use a spear, and the spear's construction is extremely simple, consisting of a shaft and a spearhead. Anyone can use it, and it is very easy to use.
The spear truly deserves its title as the king of weapons, born for the battlefield, and is the ultimate killing weapon, with the Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear being the finest among spears.
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang began to understand that the spear was different from all other weapons. It was the most ruthless and killing weapon in the world, and in fact, the most suitable weapon for charging into battle. It was also the most dangerous weapon in the world.
Those who wield a spear must advance relentlessly and fight to the death. This is beyond anything they can achieve through their own understanding of Spear Intent; it is the purest killing intent and the purest fighting spirit. Even amidst a vast army, they will never retreat a single step.
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang seemed to be taking on one role after another. One moment he was like a soldier holding a spear, walking at the forefront when the two armies charged into battle, following the main force forward without fear of death. Even though his strength and spear skills were not as good as those fierce generals, he still fought desperately.
He quickly switched to another role: a general about to charge into battle. At this moment, his eyes were fixed solely on the enemy general, and his only thought was to kill him.
Then came another character, a general trapped in a fierce battle. Everyone around him was dead, and his own men were all gone. He was riddled with arrows and had countless wounds, but even so, he still used his spear to support his body, refusing to give up until he bled to the last drop.
Xu Zhengyang suddenly roared and thrust his spear forward with tremendous force. This strike was earth-shattering and filled with fearlessness, like a tiger unleashed from its cage or a dragon entering the sea. Both his body and soul seemed to be elevated at this moment, giving him a feeling of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me."
With this single, devastating shot, not only did the enemy die, but the entire battlefield seemed to shatter in that instant.
When Xu Zhengyang opened his eyes again, his gaze was extremely sharp and fierce, like that of a seasoned veteran or a fearless warrior.
"I have finally succeeded. I will call this spear technique ' Destroy Cities and Shake Mountains.' Even in the face of dire straits, my spear will not retreat a single step."
"I understand now. The Tiger-Head Zhan Gold Spear represents the ultimate fighting spirit, the ultimate killing intent, the ultimate iron will, the indomitable will, and the unwavering determination to never retreat. Even if it means perishing together with the enemy, there will be no fear whatsoever."