Spear vs. Lance Spirit - Which is Stronger?

"Senior, I bear no ill will toward the Breaking Clan, and I genuinely need the Yang family spear techniques to advance my cultivation. As for whether I would pass them on to others, I swear on my spirit: if I ever share these techniques, may my spirit shatter, and may I die a terrible death."

With that, Ignaz summoned his Blood Thunder War Lance and gripped it tightly, immediately startling everyone around him, who feared a battle was about to erupt. However, Yang Wudi restrained his anger. As soon as his eyes fell upon the Blood Thunder War Lance, a blood-red mist enveloping the weapon filled the air with a faint metallic scent.

This kid seems harmless at first glance, but there's something off about him. How many lives—how many spirit beasts—has he taken?

Noticing the tension in the Yang family members, who were preparing for a fight, Ignaz quickly clarified, "I'm not here to kill anyone. I need to prove my commitment to mastering spear techniques. Lances and spears are from the same family. The basic techniques I've learned so far are just the beginning; only the more advanced methods will help me grow stronger."

Yang Wudi remained unmoved, so Ignaz proposed a wager. "How about this: choose someone from your clan at my level, and I'll show you real strength. If I win, I hope you'll teach me the Yang family spear techniques. If I lose, take my money, my life, or anything else you want."

"You're far too arrogant, kid. I want to see what you're made of. If you lose, though, you'll leave your faction and join the Breaking Clan."

Yang Wudi was curious about what made this young man so confident. The Breaking Clan's Soul-Breaking Spear was one of their most powerful weapons, second only to the Clear Sky Hammer and the Seven Kill Sword, excelling in raw offensive power. Most of the clan's spear techniques were based on enhancing strength—defeating a kid like this should be easy.

The group moved to the Breaking Clan's daily training ground, and Ignaz took note of the confident expressions on the Yang family's faces, secretly pleased. A one-on-one duel with someone at his level? It would be like bullying them.

Yang Wudi exchanged a glance with Yang Yong, signaling him to step forward. Without hesitation, Yang Yong entered the training ground.

"Yang Yong, Spirit: Soul-Breaking Spear, Level 34 assault-type spirit elder. Please advise!"

Ignaz, still calm, looked toward Yang Wudi and the others, trying to argue, "Seniors, Clan Leader Yang, surely you can switch opponents? When I said 'same level,' I didn't mean fellow spirit elders!"

Yang Yong, anger rising from being dismissed, snapped, "Are you looking down on me, kid?"

"Kid, this hothead has mastered seventy percent of my spear techniques and is the best in our clan among the younger generation. If you can defeat him, I'll grant you everything you asked for," Yang Wudi responded.

"Fine. Let's get started," Ignaz said, standing relaxed, showing none of the nervousness that usually came with spirit duels.

"Ignaz, Spirit: Blood Thunder War Lance, Level 35 three-ring spirit elder."

Three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—appeared beneath his feet, signaling his readiness. Yang Yong, eager to prove himself, wasted no time. His spear moved like a dragon, swift and precise, aimed directly at Ignaz.

But Ignaz was already gone. In a single second, he was ten meters behind Yang Yong, out of reach.

"Too slow."

The spectators were stunned. They couldn't even track Ignaz's movements, only seeing a blur of motion. Yang Wudi and the elders exchanged worried looks.

"This kid's spirit power control is exceptional. The way his footwork seamlessly integrates with his spirit is almost like he's become one with it."

"The fastest spear technique we have is the Pierce technique, but it's nothing compared to Ignaz's speed. I think we've underestimated him."

No wonder he's so arrogant. This match won't be as easy as we thought.

Frustrated, Yang Yong continued attacking, but Ignaz was always one step ahead. Finally, Yang Yong's patience snapped.

"You're just going to keep running? Stop hiding, coward!"

Yang Yong unleashed his First Spirit Skill: Shock, compressing the air and creating a shockwave that forced Ignaz to stagger back several steps.

A perfect opening.

"Second Spirit Skill: Pierce!" Yang Yong thrust his spear forward, its speed and power enhanced by his spirit skill.

But Ignaz was unfazed. With a snarl, he prepared his own move.

"Blood Sea Carnage - Raging Wave Triangle Shield."

The Blood Thunder War Lance spun in Ignaz's hands, creating a protective, rotating shield. Yang Yong's spear slammed into it with a series of deafening clangs. The force of the impact sent him flying, his spear embedding itself into the ground. Ignaz didn't pause.

He moved quickly, wiping away the blood-killing aura that had clung to Yang Yong's form mid-air. Then, with a practiced gesture, he raised his lance again.

"Stormy Night - Thousand-Mile Pierce Supreme!"

The lance shot forward, faster than the eye could follow, aimed straight at the falling Yang Yong.

Yang Wudi reacted too late. "No, Yong'er—" but the blow was already in motion.

The lance grazed Yang Yong's neck, leaving a shallow, bloody mark, before piercing straight through the mansion's thick stone wall with a resounding crash.

Yang Wudi caught his son mid-fall, his heart racing as he checked his condition.

"Yong'er, are you okay?" he asked, relieved to see his son wasn't seriously hurt.

"I'm fine... just a scratch," Yang Yong replied, sweat soaking his back as he struggled to stand.

"Clan Leader, look at the wall!" One of the clan members pointed toward the massive hole now gaping in the mansion's stone wall.

Yang Wudi froze, staring in shock. "This... this isn't the power of a third spirit skill. The penetrating force is insane!"

The mansion's walls, made of stone-gold, were three feet thick, designed to withstand multiple attacks from three-ring spirit elders. Yet, Ignaz had pierced through them with a single strike.