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Chapter 341 - 311 Spear King’s Spear

Chapter 341: Chapter 311 Spear King’s Spear

Stunning twin shots!

Li Tongyun witnessed this scene, and even though she favored Wu Li, she couldn’t help but cheer for Feng Lin.

In the stone forest, Wu Li could barely detect faint hostility and was unable to fully determine where Feng Lin’s two shots would land, but he didn’t wait, nor did he dare wait, instead, he moved in advance.

Monkey Squat!

Shrinking one’s body size was always a good move, no matter what.

Wu Li executed the Monkey Squat, curling his body into a ball, and indeed dodged Feng Lin’s first shot.

The first shot was aimed at Wu Li’s waist.

Feng Lin’s left arm swung back first, followed by his right arm, with less than 0.1 second between the two shots.

The second shot targeted Wu Li’s leg!

At that moment, Wu Li had just finished the Monkey Squat movement, so if this shot hit, it would strike his head instead of his leg.

This was the cruelty of real combat. Perhaps Feng Lin didn’t really want to kill Wu Li, just to injure or cripple him, but in real combat, bullets are blind, and many things are beyond anyone’s control.

Wu Li’s concentration was unprecedentedly high, with less than 0.1 seconds, he vaguely sensed that bit of hostility, and without any hesitation, he chose to trust his instinct. A moment before the gunshot, Wu Li ducked his head down, appearing as if he had shrunk his neck completely.

This was a variation of Tuo Form, akin to Wang Ba Listening to Thunder, but this time it was the head moving, not the limbs.

Swoosh!

The bullet nearly grazed Wu Li’s scalp, sending a few hairs fluttering through the air.

Wu Li could feel a scorching breath over his head, the breath of death!

He didn’t dare to stop; he immediately turned Monkey Form into Dragon Form Bursting Strike and dodged towards a nearby stone pillar.

As Wu Li dodged, Feng Lin holstered his gun and began to run.

"Damn, that was fast!"

"Awesome, is he sniping blindly?"

"Flipping the gun?"

"Who is this guy? His shooting skills look incredible."

"More than incredible! I’ve been a soldier, and I was considered good at shooting in the army. With Wu Li’s moving speed, I’m telling you, I could only guess blindly, absolutely no way to aim! But this man managed to make Wu Li keep dodging—think about what kind of Spear Technique that is."

"So why did Wu Li suddenly want to fight him?"

...

The viewers in the live stream were shocked by the exchange between the two; Wu Li’s performance was impressive, but he had previously demonstrated his ability to dodge bullets. Showing it again wasn’t too astonishing for the viewers. On the contrary, Feng Lin, who was engaging with Wu Li, surprised everyone with his skill and shooting technique.

"I have a question. Wu Li can dodge bullets—how can he still get hit, get hugged, and thrown to the ground in the ring?"

"Firstly, Wu Li relies on prediction, not because he is literally faster than bullets."

"Secondly, bullets are inanimate, people are alive, and bullets don’t turn corners."

"Right, you can dodge bullets if you predict them in advance, but in the ring, opponents can change tactics suddenly. Plus, it’s close combat with distances sometimes only about a dozen centimeters. It’s normal to get hit or be thrown."

"That makes sense."

"Got it."

...

In the stone forest, the two resumed their chase, this time Wu Li being extra cautious of Feng Lin’s sudden turning.

But Feng Lin held the initiative. Whenever there was a chance, he would suddenly execute a ’Back to Horse Gun’.

Wu Li dodged again and again, more confidently this time, ensuring his dodges were not too hair-raising.

However, maintaining peak mental focus continually is challenging; constant maximal effort also drains the body significantly. Wu Li’s continuous dodging of bullets couldn’t last forever, and Feng Lin’s clear strategy was to wear Wu Li down!

As time gradually passed, Wu Li’s reaction and movement speeds seemed unchanged at first glance, but Li Tongyun could tell that Wu Li was slowly getting slower, and if this continued, he would become increasingly endangered.

Compared to Feng Lin, Master only needed to constantly run and pull the trigger, which consumed far less energy than Wu could ever manage, surely allowing him to last much longer.

...

At Wanxing Restaurant, after Wu and the others had left, Sun Yiquan sat alone by the window, lost in thought.

After an unknown period, he suddenly received a text message.

Sun Yiquan picked up his phone, glanced at the message, and hesitated for a moment before suddenly rising and walking towards his room.

His room was filled with antiques, and some calligraphy hung on the walls; there was even a birdcage beside the bed.

Over the years, he had devoted his energy to these things: collecting antiques, appreciating calligraphy, playing with the bird, drinking tea—a seemingly leisurely and prosperous life.

Sun Yiquan walked to the bed and reached under it to pull out a wooden box.

It was a long wooden box made of Purple Shaking Wood, now covered in dust.

Sun Yiquan carried the box to his desk. He swept aside all the calligraphy and the "Four Treasures of the Study" from the desk and placed the box on it, then methodically wiped the dust off the box with his sleeve.

Moments later, after all the dust had been wiped away, he slowly opened the box.

There were no dazzling gems or sharp cold gleams inside; instead, there lay two unremarkable wooden spears.

The shafts were black, with faint wood grain patterns. The spearheads were forged from steel; the tips were slightly curved and looked dull.

Sun Yiquan gazed at the long spears lying quietly in the box, his hands trembling slightly, afraid to touch the spears within. Time flowed like water, seemingly rushing out from the box, taking him back to many years ago:

"Big Brother is dead! Big Brother is dead!"

That was the night, many years ago, when Big Brother had an accident.

"Brother Sun, I think combining Kung Fu with firearms would make it more powerful. I want to try."

These were the words of a young Feng Lin, when their relationship was still good.

"Why won’t Master listen to me? Why must we who practice martial arts cling to old rules and refuse to progress with the times? If Big Brother had known how to use a gun, he wouldn’t have died that night!"

This was after Master had scolded him, and an indignant Feng Lin came to him, complaining loudly.

"Brother Sun, ah, this is the last time I’ll call you ’brother’. I’ll come back, and I’ll prove to all of you that I’m right!"

These were the last words they exchanged after Master had expelled Feng Lin from the sect.

"Yiquan, I want you to swear that you will never practice with firearms, no matter what!"

This was Master’s final request before he died.

"Sun Yiquan, we meet again. I have returned."

This was six years later when he saw Feng Lin again.

"Regret? I have never regretted! Since Master is dead, you replace him and use the Wu Family Spear to prove me wrong, show me that I’m mistaken!"

These were the words Feng Lin said when he challenged him.

"Sun Yiquan, this is the result of your years of hard practice! This is the result of your stubbornness! Now I want to ask you, do you regret it?"

These were Feng Lin’s words after their battle in the Stone Forest.

All these years, that question had haunted him, often revisited in his dreams of that battle, remembering Feng Lin asking him that question.

"Do you regret it?"

"Do you regret it?"

"Do you regret it?"

...

Sun Yiquan looked at the long spears before him, his face already covered in tears.

He suddenly shouted and grabbed the spear from the box.

Time flowed like water, and ten years blinked away; the once Spear King had picked up his spear again.