Chapter 15: Spear Art (Request Follow-Up)

Building 3, Independent Office

Wu Kang sat on his ergonomic chair, eating a takeout portion of nutrient meal, staring at the list on the screen before him.

“Of the ten senior martial arts classes, eight from our Class 3 made it into the Elite Class.”

“We rank third among all classes.”

“Looks like I’ll get a decent bonus this time.”

Thinking of this, Wu Kang smiled, then turned his gaze to the name “Lin Qi.”

“This kid—I totally misjudged him. He actually made it into the Elite Class. Talk about eating crow.”

“Now that he’s in, it’s better—he’s out from under my irresponsible teaching, and his talent can finally flourish.”

“After all, the new teacher is extremely responsible.”

Wu Kang put down his chopsticks and took a sip of soup, speaking calmly.

…

Top floor, Building 1, Principal’s Office

The space exceeded five hundred square meters—spacious and bright, furnished with luxurious black chairs, sofas, desks, and towering bookshelves.

A peculiar fragrance filled the air; on the desk sat a flowerpot, yet not a single green leaf was visible.

A middle-aged man, broad-shouldered and thickly furred, leaned back in a black ergonomic chair, a 3D projection of a data table floating before him, listing fifty names.

“These are our second high’s top fifty students—all promising talents.”

Jiang Zhiguang studied the list, picked up a small white watering can, and poured a bit of water into the flowerpot.

“Although our second high is one of Tianhai City’s key middle schools…”

“Our overall strength ranks at the bottom; every year our results fall behind First High.”

“Even if we can’t beat them, we can’t stay at the bottom anymore.”

“We can’t keep going like this. Senior year is crucial—every bit stronger now raises their future ceiling.”

“That’s why I brought you in—use every method you have to train these geniuses properly.”

Jiang Zhiguang looked at the man seated on the sofa—a broad-shouldered man radiating a beast-like aura.

He clasped his fingers together and grinned: “Since you called me, I won’t let you down.”

“I just wonder—among these brats, is there even one true talent?”

…

Red Dome Martial Arts Hall, Room A-128

“Bang! Bang!”

In the center of the martial arts room, two figures clad in protective suits clashed with full force.

Guo Heng’s arm muscles bulged as he unleashed a series of tiger-claw strikes, his blood qi surging through his fingertips, tearing at the air.

Lin Qi felt the air currents shift; his gaze burned sharp—every one of Guo Heng’s attacks became crystal clear in his vision.

He dodged swiftly, agile as a cat, avoiding many of the blows.

When he couldn’t dodge, he blocked.

He struck with full force, driving power from his legs like a tiger leaping forward.

“Bang!”

Blood qi erupted from his spine; muscles swelled, waist driving power, blood flowing like a waterfall, arms coordinating with tiger claws in sweeping strikes.

Black Tiger Steals Heart!

He struck with full strength—power burst from his arms and tiger claws as both sides collided rapidly.

“Bang! Bang!”

Pain surged repeatedly along his arms, yet Lin Qi’s expression never changed—he dodged, blocked, and counterattacked without hesitation.

His cold, stern demeanor resembled a machine.

Minutes later

“Bang!”

Lin Qi staggered backward several steps before steadying his stance.

The man across from him also stepped back twice, then stopped, removed his helmet, revealing a handsome face drenched in sweat.

“Enough!”

“Phew～”

Guo Heng breathed heavily, sweat tracing down his cheeks into his mouth, white steam continuously rising from his protective suit.

“You… aren’t tired?”

Guo Heng panted, wiping sweat from his forehead as he asked.

Lin Qi removed his helmet; liquid spilled everywhere.

“Drip!”

Sweat poured from his helmet onto the floor; his hair clung to his scalp as if he’d just been pulled from water, his breaths heavy and ragged.

“Tired!”

“Clearly.”

Guo Heng stared at Lin Qi, secretly astonished: “His blood qi is lower than mine, his strength two or three hundred kilograms less—yet he held out this long? His willpower is astonishing.”

“And his reflexes, his awareness—they’re not normal for an ordinary person.”

“Lin Qi, you’re not ordinary at all.”

“Your blood qi and Tiger Form Fist aren’t as good as mine.”

“But fighting you, I gain no advantage—it’s truly strange.” “You and Jiang Tao are both geniuses—you both deserve to be my friends.”

“If you ever need help, come find me.”

“Thank you, Young Master Guo!”

Jiang Tao, resting nearby, smiled and thanked him.

Lin Qi nodded, suppressing his exhaustion, and took the energy drink from Jiang Tao, drinking it down in large gulps.

As Guo Heng removed his protective suit, he spoke:

“I’ve got things to do today—I’m leaving early.”

“Next training session will switch to weapons—get proficient fast. Don’t disappoint me.”

With that, Guo Heng picked up his clothes and walked into the restroom.

Minutes later, after washing up, Guo Heng suddenly added:

“By the way—this martial arts room still has forty minutes left. You’re free to use it.”

Lin Qi and Jiang Tao, sitting and resting, exchanged delighted glances; once Guo Heng left, the room was empty except for the two of them.

!

“Brother Qi, your Tiger Form Fist is already perfected. As Guo Heng said, we should shift focus to weapons now.”

“After all, in the college entrance exam, cold weapons rank second only to blood qi.”

“When we step onto the battlefield, we’ll need weapons to kill disaster beasts.”

Jiang Tao stood up and walked straight to the wall, pulling a training sword from its embedded rack.

“Shhh! Shhh!”

He swung it casually; the long blade spun through the air in sharp, swirling patterns, his sword technique already refined.

His fist techniques were already perfected—he’d moved on to sword training.

Lin Qi set down the empty energy drink bottle and slowly rose to his feet.

After several minutes of rest, his exhausted body had regained much of its strength.

“Yes, the minor test is over—it’s time to resume spear training.”

For a week, Lin Qi had devoted himself entirely to Hunyuan Stance and Tiger Form Fist.

He hadn’t touched the long spear once.

Since entering high school, he had trained all three—Hunyuan Stance, Tiger Form, and Spear Art—together.

Lin Qi walked to the wall, where six training long spears were neatly arranged on a black metal panel.

He selected one—two point seven meters long, its tip rounded and unsharpened, adorned with a red tassel.

His gaze locked onto the panel.

【Name: Lin Qi (17)】

【Template: Yang Jian, the Second Son of Heaven】

【Fusion Level: 2%】

【Spear Art: Stage One 60%】

【Footwork: Stage One 57%】

…

In a week, his Spear Art and Footwork had not changed at all.

It was time to raise them.

With that, his eyes sharpened; he gripped the long spear, hands locked firm, pressing it against his waist, and began to execute the spear technique.

“Shhh! Shhh!”

His right wrist flipped, his lower back and abdomen rolled, his front hand guided the force, stance rooted in horse stance.

In an instant, the spear thrust forward, its shaft trembling as his body stepped forward.

He turned his waist and pushed forward, shoulder level with the spear, shifting from horse stance to bow stance.

Block, snatch, thrust…

The basic spear techniques, executed in an instant, carved perfect arcs through the air, piercing through it.

Lin Qi immediately shifted to another spear technique; he had practiced these fundamentals countless times, ingrained into his body.

Each move and posture unfolded in sequence.

Starting with block, snatch, thrust, then crashing, chopping, stabbing, sweeping, coiling, lifting, poking, parrying…

He fully displayed the foundational techniques of spearplay.

Basic Spear Technique, developed by Xia Country’s martial arts community from ancient spear methods, designed to ground beginners in martial fundamentals.

It consists of thirty-six forms, encompassing all basic techniques.

Every spear technique originates from these foundational forms.

After a week without training, Lin Qi still wielded the spear with fluid grace.

Key points of the spear technique continuously surfaced in his mind, making his execution increasingly refined.

【You gained new insight into Basic Spear Technique: Spear +2%】

【Practicing Basic Spear Technique granted you fresh understanding: Spear +2%】

【Through practicing Basic Spear Technique, you grew more proficient: Spear +1%】

【Spear: Rank 1, 60% → 65%】

…

(End of Chapter)