Spear Stroke (2)

"My past self was quite slow and incompetent, so he couldn't even start on his Qi training. If I can increase my internal energy, then the problem with my knowledge will naturally be eliminated."

Once you have at least twenty year worth of internal energy, you can be considered a Novice Warrior. Each increase in one's qualitative state of being transforms their body greatly, and this includes the mind.

At a certain realm, one's profound thought can manifest into reality.

"I need to put in more work than others if I want to catch up to the likes of Yi Hua…"

Muyong stood up with the spear in his hand, eyes ablaze with determination and enthusiasm.

As an expert who wielded a spear for decades, he had long perfected his Basic Spear movement.

Muyong put all his body weight toward both his feet, rooting his feet toward the earth.

He set his left wrist toward the top near where the spearhead attached toward the stick. Meanwhile, his right arm is raised, with the palm of his slender hand grasping the handle toward the bottom of the back.

This is the fundamental form of many spear techniques.

Even with the weight chaining down his wrist and ankle, Muyong made a clear stroke.

Thrust.

His movement was like dipping a brush into an ink stone, precise and minimal yet flow pleasingly toward the stone wall.

It was the first stroke of his painting.

Taak!

A small hole the size of his thumb formed in the wall when he retracted his spear.

Then moving back to the same form again, he grasps his spear firmly in his palm.

Swirl.

Cut by the swirl, swung the spear as if painting his second stroke on a painting.

A strike with a spiral without excess force that flows from the thrust into a quick swift conch shell, like you were to swirl an old paint brush.

Muyong didn't stop there. A volley of swing one after another, it was almost like he was drawing a character in one continuous stroke!

The thrust, swirl, and swipe were used in a meticulous manner.

Graceful, simple, soft and gentle, it was the only way you can describe his flurry of movement.

Crackle.

Muyong felt a burning sensation from his palm. This caused him to look at his hand, only to see a flesh-scaping blister forming the shape of a spear body.

"Damn, my body is still too weak to handle it. Not only that, the cuff definitely dragged me down by another magnitude!" He already expected his past self to be weak and meager, yet not to the point where some simple movement would have caused such a wound.

This was all the more reason he needed to get as strong as possible.

Why?

Because the first trial of the Demon Cave will slaughter hundreds of cadets if they are not prepared enough!

Why would the Instructor give them weapons and teach them martial arts now?

Muyong knew too well from the past…

It was to increase their chance of survival in the Trial that is coming!

For example, someone like Shu Gong was not worthy of Muyong's attention. A little dog in a herd of sheep, even if he recovered, what can he do?

The chance of Shu Gong's survival is slim to none.

'In this life, I would not seek trouble from those of the past, but if they seek trouble, then I will have to welcome them with open arms… After all, all guests must be treated with good manners, right?'

Shu Gong had only fainted from his interaction with Muyong. However, there was no telling what sort of scheme he would be wooling behind the scene.

Unorthodox or orthordox, there is no difference in his eyes. Simply a bunch of dogs and rats biting one another, he does not believe in showing mercy to his enemy, even to the Demonic Cult.

"If I don't reach at least Superior Master by the time I'm out of this cave, I may as well kill myself. A Heavenly Demon failing to handle a couple of brats who haven't even reached the Novice realm? That is quite a story to tell…"

Outside his room, some passerby cadets could feel their bodies shivering as they walked past Muyong's room.

This unusual chill made them avoid the area near his nest.