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Chapter 342 - 312 Not Passing, Accepting the Will

Chapter 342: Chapter 312 Not Passing, Accepting the Will

Stone Forest, gunshots kept ringing out.

Feng Lin had enough magazines on him, and he quickly reloaded with one hand while running, just like in the movies. Therefore, his assault never ceased, and whenever Wu Li managed to close the distance, Feng Lin would turn around and fire back, forcing Wu Li to take cover behind a stone pillar and then continue his run.

Bang! Bang!

After two shots, Wu Li hid behind one of the pillars.

This time he didn’t immediately give chase but paused behind the pillar to catch his breath.

On a high platform, the cameraman facing Wu Li’s direction zoomed in, revealing clearly the exhaustion on Wu Li’s face. His arms, thighs, and waist bore the marks of torn fabric, remnants of bullet grazes. A particularly noticeable wound was on his right shoulder, where the bullet had grazed the skin, blood soaking his clothes in dark red.

This was a mess Wu Li had never been in before.

"How pitiful, why does it have to be like this?"

"It’s the first time I’ve seen Wu Li in such a disarray."

"He’s already very powerful, going against firearms with manpower and dodging so many bullets."

"Wu Li’s opponent is formidable too, not to mention his spear technique; have you noticed his movement speed? It’s not much slower than Wu Li’s."

...

Wu Li had always presented an image of strength, seemingly with no enemy he couldn’t defeat, no feat he couldn’t achieve. This was the first time netizens had seen him in such a pitiful state.

When Feng Lin stopped hearing footsteps behind him, he too stopped running and turned to look back.

He could certainly feel Wu Li’s energy draining, so he didn’t plan to give Wu Li time to recover. Feng Lin stared intently at the pillar where Wu Li was hiding and then moved to the left.

A few steps later, just as Feng Lin was about to catch sight of Wu Li, Wu Li burst out from behind the pillar, charging at Feng Lin with the ferocity of a tiger.

Feng Lin let out a cold laugh without a hint of hesitation, he turned and ran.

Thus the chase started once again.

On the high platform, Chen Gang asked Li Tongyun with a puzzled look, "Miss Li, why is Wu Li taking the initiative to attack? Can’t he just continue to dodge behind these pillars? It would save more energy, and since Feng Lin doesn’t have an unlimited supply of bullets, wouldn’t he win as soon as Feng Lin runs out?"

Li Tongyun shook her head, "Because he can’t show weakness in his spirit."

Chen Gang’s eyes widened, "Spirit?"

Li Tongyun explained, "Once he stops and lets Feng Lin chase him, his spirit will weaken. Once his spirit weakens, his essence, energy, and spirit as well as his Fist Intent will be affected, and he’ll likely fail to dodge Feng Lin’s bullets."

"This..." Chen Gang frowned, "But by actively pursuing, won’t his physical strength be unable to hold up? Then won’t he still fail to dodge the bullets?"

Li Tongyun fell silent for a moment, then nodded, "Right, it seems to be a dead end for now."

If he pursued aggressively, a decline in physical strength would lead to insufficient speed to dodge the bullets.

If he did not pursue, his spirit would weaken, affecting his essence, energy, and spirit along with his Fist Intent, leading to an inability to accurately predict and dodge the bullets.

A dilemma with no easy solution.

Off to the side, Xu Ming was listening to Li Tongyun; he took out his cell phone, glanced at it, then looked back up, anxiety clearly written on his face.

...

In the Wanxing Restaurant, Sun Yiquan picked up the wooden spear from the box and slowly joined the two sections together.

The spear was two meters long; he stood it up straight in his hand, standing amidst the room with the spear upright.

He suddenly remembered a short story he’d read when he first started learning martial arts with his master, written by Mr. Lao She called "Soul-breaking Spear":

The story was simple, about a protagonist named Sha Zilong, the hall master of a Biao Bureau during the Qing Dynasty. He possessed the ultimate skill of the Five Tigers Soul-breaking Spear and once was renowned throughout Jianghu.

In the late Qing Dynasty with foreign powers invading, Sha Zilong reluctantly dissolved the Biao Bureau, converted it into an inn, and swore never to teach the art of the Soul-breaking Spear again. When his disciples came to learn it, Sha would dismiss them with a joke or even drive them away.

One day, an elder with the surname Sun came to visit, defeating Sha’s disciples first and then asking to learn Sha’s spear technique, which Sha declined. The elder then offered his own martial skills in exchange for learning the Five Tigers Soul-breaking Spear, but Sha still refused.

Deep into the night, the old escort master practiced the spear technique in the courtyard, gazing into the starry sky, reminiscing about the days of escorting valuables, uttering four words: "I will not pass it on."

This was the tale that, when Sun Yiquan first read, didn’t leave much of an impression except for the sense that Sha Zilong lived a meek life. After all, he had once been a hero feared across Jianghu, and yet when challenged, he would not take action, hoarding his skills selfishly, preferring to take them to his grave rather than passing them on.

But now, recalling the story, Sun Yiquan felt a mix of emotions. In the years after he retired from Jianghu to open the restaurant, perhaps this story had influenced his decision.

"I will not pass it on."

Sun Yiquan murmured to himself, repeating the last four words of the story.

He chose not to pass it on because he had seen the power of firearms and knew that his era was over.

Whether it was the Five Tigers Soul-breaking Spear or the Wu Family Spear, becoming legends allowed them to be remembered in their glory, without worrying about being crushed and trampled by firearms in the future.

So, he decided not to pass it on!

He thought his life would stay the same, but then he met a young man like Wu Li.

"Could it be that after a thousand years of martial arts someone could reach higher peaks in the next millennium?"

"There is a limit to human strength, but martial arts is boundless!"

"To grapple with the infinite using one’s finite body, isn’t it magnificent?"

Each word and phrase struck him vividly. Such a young man made Sun Yiquan feel somewhat intimidated.

He picked up his phone and looked at the text Xu Ming had sent:

"Boss, the situation with Wu Li seems dire, won’t you come and see?"

The words Xu Ming had said before leaving echoed in his mind: "The world may have many smart people, but I think it shouldn’t be without someone like Wu Li."

Buzz!

The long spear suddenly trembled, emitting a low hum.

Sun Yiquan picked up the spear and rushed out the door.

He burst out of the restaurant, set his sights on a direction, and started sprinting like mad!

On the busy street, people were coming and going, and the traffic never ceased.

LED billboards, towering skyscrapers dozens of stories high, clothes with leather collars, the hurried throng of passersby...

Clad in a red Tang suit and wielding a long spear, Dragon streaked across the street, his presence starkly out of place, drawing countless astonished gazes.

Dragon’s expression was stern as he pushed through the crowd bit by bit, resolutely making his way forward.

The wind blew against him, and it felt as though the ten stagnant years had suddenly surged forth in this moment.

He ran with his spear, just as he had in years past, as if something had come back to him.

...

The pursuit involving Elephant, Wu, and Feng Lin had lasted for some time; this was the second time Wu had intentionally hidden behind a stone pillar to rest and catch his breath.

Just as Feng Lin was about to move in to flush out Wu, a voice thundered like an explosion.

"Wu!"

Everyone reflexively looked to see who it was, and it was none other than Sun Yiquan.

He ran all the way here, holding his long spear, sweat drenched his forehead.

Feng Lin caught sight of Sun Yiquan’s long spear and a look of surprise crossed his face, halting his steps.

Wu, from behind the stone pillar, also looked up at Sun Yiquan, somewhat taken aback.

"Watch closely, this is the Wu Family Spear!"

Sun Yiquan stood on an elevated point, shaking his long spear, then he danced it into motion.

The spear moves were upright and not very varied, but they gave off a sense of antiquity and grandeur.

Feng Lin gazed at the scene, his expression became distant, seemingly recalling something.

And Wu, watching Sun Yiquan at this moment, felt an ’impulse’ emanating from him.

"Wu!"

Sun Yiquan suddenly took a step forward, as if about to leap down from the elevated point.

He thrust with all his might, and the spear in his hand shot out.

"Catch the spear!"

Sun Yiquan threw his long spear, which had been with him for decades, toward Wu.

The spear carried all of Sun Yiquan’s pent-up frustration and unwillingness of the past ten years, along with his final desperate resolve and hope, like a fragile boat under a gigantic wave, trying to break through the sea’s surface!

Wu, seeing the spear heading directly toward him, felt his usually calm heart suddenly explode, and in a daze, he seemed to understand Sun Yiquan’s mental state:

It was the harrowing struggle of facing a wall for ten years in an attempt to break through, it was the frustration and resignation of a life unfulfilled.

Like the tides of the world, he had once drifted with them, but for the last time, he struggled against the waves, hoping to leave something behind in this world!

Feng Lin watched the spear and snorted coldly, raising his arm to knock it down.

However, before he could act, someone else rushed forward.

It was Wu!

Wu swung his arms to their limit, twisting his waist, rotating his hips, and threw his two daggers at Feng Lin, who wasn’t far off.

Bang! Bang!

Feng Lin decisively shot and deflected Wu’s thrown daggers, which were Wu’s last close-combat measures, now unexpectedly spent.

Taking advantage of the moment Feng Lin deflected the daggers, Wu didn’t look back; he stretched out his left hand and caught the Spear thrown by Sun Yiquan.

With his right hand also grasping the long spear, he let out a roar and charged forward with the spear!

"Attack!"

His voice burst like thunder, startling Feng Lin not far away.

At this moment, Wu’s mental state was no longer the absolute calmness of before but instead surged fiercely, much like the day he heard tens of thousands of spectators singing for him.

Depression, frustration, and discontent—all were transformed into rage and courage. It seemed Wu had absorbed all of the spirit within Sun Yiquan’s throw into his own Fist Intent, and his presence was now more intense and domineering than any previous moment!

Having faced the wall for ten years in an attempt to break through, it is still heroic to venture into the sea unfulfilled!

This was an unprecedented thrust of the spear; Wu charged directly, without hesitation, without any avoidance, as if completely unafraid of being killed by Feng Lin with a single shot.

Feng Lin watched Wu, spear in hand, charging forward, his mind unsettled, his face paling.

In just a moment of distraction, Wu had already entered the range of attack.

With the spear over two meters long, plus the length of Wu’s arms, he didn’t need to get too close.

Swoosh!

The spear sliced through the air, the piercing sound whizzing past Feng Lin’s ears,

Crack!

The spear tip stabbed into the stone pillar, sending fragments flying and leaving a scratch on Feng Lin’s face.

Beneath the platform, amidst the stones, Wu held the long spear, with its tip embedded in the pillar. Feng Lin leaned against the pillar, the spear just beside his neck.

"Winner by the Wu Family Spear."

Wu looked at Feng Lin before him and spoke these words.

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