Martial Arts Livestreaming
Chapter 340 - 310 What is Spear King

Chapter 340: Chapter 310 What is Spear King

"Starting a live stream all of a sudden?"

"Exactly, without any warning."

"What’s going on here?"

"Wu Li is holding a knife and has a gun on his back too, is he gearing up for a fight?"

"A showdown? Why does that other person have a gun too?"

"A confrontation between firearms and Kung Fu?"

"Wow, Wu Li’s live streams are always so explosive!"

...

When the seventh episode of Seeking Martial Arts began to stream, Mo Yin would post a link in the public chat notifying all online users; therefore, despite the lack of prior notice, the number of viewers in the live stream swiftly increased.

Wu Li, wielding dual blades, quickly advanced towards the direction from which the gunshot had come.

As Wu Li got closer to Feng Lin, Chen Gang, who was standing above, could tell that Feng Lin’s twin guns were aimed right at the direction Wu Li was advancing towards—if Wu Li moved any further, he would be directly exposed under Feng Lin’s guns.

Seeing Wu Li continue forward seemingly without any precautions, Chen Gang felt anxious and wanted to shout a warning, but recalling the serious expression Wu Li wore earlier when he said if he couldn’t defeat Feng Lin, his Kung Fu would no longer progress, Chen Gang reluctantly closed his mouth, respecting Wu Li’s choice.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Wu Li emerged from behind a stone pillar, coming into Feng Lin’s field of view; due to the angle, Wu Li could not see Feng Lin at first glance.

Bang!

The gunshot sounded, and Wu Li’s body quickly retracted, the bullet striking the stone pillar behind him, sending fragments flying.

"Holy shit, a gunfight?"

"He actually fired!"

"Was it a blank?"

"It probably wasn’t, look, there are fragments chipped off, blanks don’t have that power."

"Amazing, a real gun duel!"

"Why does Wu Li want to fight this person? And let him use a gun?"

...

The sudden gunshot startled the viewers of the live stream, but they soon became excited:

"Wu Li moves so fast!"

"He actually seems faster than the bullet!"

"So thrilling, another showdown between Kung Fu and guns!"

To everyone there, it appeared Wu Li dodged the moment the gunshot sounded, as if he was indeed faster than a bullet. However, only Li Tongyun could discern that Wu Li had moved before the gunshot.

Furthermore, she noticed that Wu Li wasn’t just proceeding haphazardly; every time he was about to step out from behind a stone pillar, he would first explore with the front of his right foot, then drop his heel. Before setting his foot down, his waist and back would slightly bend, and his spine would tense up, storing energy.

These series of movements subtly incorporated the Horse Form’s raising of the hooves, Dragon Form’s leaping burst, and Swallow Form’s flipping, which could allow his body to leap backward instantly.

With Wu Li’s proficiency as a Xingyi Master, such preparation didn’t surprise Li Tongyun; what truly dazzled her was the acute perception Wu Li displayed in that instant.

Martial Artists enlightened in Fist Intent can indeed sense other’s gazes, malice, killing intent, etc., but there is a difference in reaction speed; some might sense it a bit slower, while others could perceive it instantly. Against a spear expert like Feng Lin, being slow by just 0.1 seconds could mean the difference between life and death.

In that moment, Li Tongyun confessed that if it were her, she might only perceive it after the bullet was fired, by which time it would definitely be too late to dodge.

"It seems in this battle, he has peaked his Spirit, and if he truly wins, it might just be the breakthrough opportunity!" Li Tongyun thought to herself.

Wu Li retracted his body behind the pillar, dodging Feng Lin’s first shot. In the next moment, he burst forth from behind the pillar again!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Feng Lin shifted his gun barrel and fired successively.

Wu Li’s form galloped like a horse, rapidly taking three steps, dodging two shots, then suddenly stopping. He leaned his body backward, narrowly evading the third shot.

In moving target practice, the most important thing is prediction; Feng Lin’s first two shots purposely followed Wu Li, and as he fired the second shot, he also released the third, this time by anticipating Wu Li’s speed and aiming ahead of him.

Feng Lin, having also cultivated Fist Intent, knew the principles of predictive sensing very well, summarized in one sentence: the stronger the hostility, the stronger the perception.

When he focused his aim on Wu Li, his hostility was the most direct and intense, making it easy for Wu Li to detect. But when he predicted by aiming ahead of Wu Li’s body, such hostility was minimal and hardest to sense, yet Wu Li still dodged it.

"Did he consider me merely a whetstone?"

Like Li Tongyun, Feng Lin too noticed Wu Li’s exceptional condition and suspected he might really be on the verge of a breakthrough.

After leaning back, Wu Li did not pause at all but leapt forward again, taking cover behind the pillar.

At this point, Feng Lin was to Wu Li’s left front, about twenty meters in a straight line, with two stone pillars still left and right in between.

Wu didn’t pause, he dashed out once again, this time lunging towards the left, as if intending to rush behind the stone pillar on that side.

With Wu’s starting speed, he could cover at least seven or eight meters in one second, and the distance between the two stone pillars was no more than five meters. This meant Wu didn’t even need a full second to move from behind one pillar to the other.

To the ordinary eye, it was merely a blink, a flicker of a figure, and Wu was out, but Feng Lin was able to fire two shots and block Wu. Such spear technique was comparable even to the Spear Kings in the special forces.

Bang! Bang!

He shot one predictively towards where Wu was heading, and another a bit further back, ensuring that even a sudden stop by Wu would still result in him being hit.

Wu stopped instantaneously, and as he stopped, he crouched and curled up his body.

Using the Monkey Squat to dodge Feng Lin’s second shot, Wu’s spine powered up, and he immediately transitioned from Monkey Form to Dragon Form Bursting Strike, propelling his body forward.

Bang!

In less than 0.1 seconds, Feng Lin fired his third shot.

Rip— Wu’s gun bag was torn open, shredded by Feng Lin’s third shot; had he been just a bit slower, the bullet would have hit his shoulder!

"Phew!"

Wu exhaled heavily behind the stone pillar, not immediately lunging out again.

The series of actions he had just taken were a full-power burst, which also seriously drained him; he needed a moment to recover to ensure he could maintain his peak condition for what came next.

Facing an opponent with the firing speed and precision of Feng Lin, Wu had to ensure he was constantly in peak condition, both mentally and physically.

Two seconds later, Wu’s breathing had evened out, and his body lunged out again, this time towards a stone pillar slightly more than three meters in the right foreground.

In the blink of an eye, Wu had vaulted to the rear of the pillar, while this time Feng Lin didn’t fire but instead moved simultaneously with Wu, sprinting backwards.

His speed was also formidable; his steps nearly formed a straight line, and he quickly reached the front of a stone pillar further back. Consequently, he had again increased the distance between himself and Wu.

Seeing this, Chen Gang on the high platform felt frustrated. Just as Wu was gradually closing the distance with Feng Lin, Feng Lin suddenly ran away.

"Why is he running if he’s supposed to be trained in some sort of gun fighting skill?"

Chen Gang asked Li Tongyun beside him. He had watched Wu and Feng Lin’s previous encounter, and afterward, Wu had mentioned to him that Feng Lin’s technique resembled Gun Fighting Skill.

"Gun Fighting Skill?" Li Tongyun shook his head.

"Feng Lin proposed combining Kung Fu with firearms to develop a set of techniques, just to handle situations where a gunman gets too close, not to engage in close combat with guns."

"Firearms are most threatening at a long distance; why would he deliberately let Wu close in? His title as Spear King isn’t for his gun fighting skills."

As he finished speaking, the situation below changed again.

When Feng Lin started to move, Wu noticed immediately.

In reality, there’s no such thing as ’leaving no trace’ qinggong; the force one exerts equates to the speed achieved. Feng Lin was moving rapidly on the ground, his footsteps heavy, so Wu, hearing the footsteps, instantly knew Feng Lin had moved.

Without any hesitation, Wu darted out from behind the pillar and sprinted forward.

Feng Lin reached the front of a stone pillar, didn’t stop, but bent his body and ran towards another pillar.

Behind, Wu sprinted furiously, trying to catch up with Feng Lin.

Thus, the two engaged in a chase through the stone forest, resembling a children’s game, yet the tension was palpable only to those involved.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Both were exceedingly fast, and with a flicker, they moved from one pillar to another.

Wu, with his mercury-like center of gravity, continuously changed direction amidst the complex terrain without any pause, fluidly like flowing water. By comparison, though Feng Lin was also quick, his turns were still short of Wu’s, so despite having a head start, the distance between them gradually closed.

Whoosh!

Feng Lin reached the front of a stone pillar, suddenly raised his right leg, kicked heavily against the pillar, then paused, leaped, and spun in the air.

His arms stretched to their utmost, whipping backward like a lash.

Bang! Bang!

Feng Lin, while running, suddenly turned and swung two shots backward— a twisted form of Back to Horse Gun!

Wu was startled. He had been closely watching Feng Lin in front, and seeing him kick the pillar, he knew trouble was forthcoming. His body’s center of gravity immediately pulled back, ready to switch directions, yet he couldn’t sense where Feng Lin’s next bullets would land, because Feng was back-turned.

As Feng spun in midair, whipping his arm backward, his head wasn’t even fully turned yet, but the gun had already fired.

That meant, Feng’s shots were ’blind spears’!

He did not aim or look at Wu, but pinpointed Wu’s location merely from the footsteps behind him, then quickened the movement of his arm mid-spin to speed up the muzzle, leaving Wu no time to react, firing two shots.

These two shots were not only fast and accurate, but also sudden, for being blind spears gave Wu barely any time for anticipation!

What defines a Spear King? This is what makes a Spear King!

PS: The next Chapter will be a bit late, no need to wait.

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