Martial Saint!
Chapter 377 - 0248 The Title of the Saint, Spear’s Spirit! (Extra! 4k, asking for double monthly tickets)_2

Chapter 377: 0248 The Title of the Saint, Spear’s Spirit! (Extra! 4k, asking for double monthly tickets)_2

Press forward relentlessly!

Sacrifice life for righteousness!

Never surrender!

I have always believed that among the Soldier Attack Skills, it is the Spear Skill that can best cultivate the Martial Arts Will! No matter what type of Spear Skill, no matter what weapon you hold, in the moment you wield a spear, you are the pillar of your family, the protector of national righteousness!

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Yang Jue’s words made spear enthusiasts deeply reconsider their Spear Skills from another perspective as they gazed at their long spears as if they had gained new insights.

Afterward, Yang Jue began demonstrating basic Spear Skills.

Simple stabs, picks, blocks, and entanglements... basic techniques of Soldier Attack Skills that contained the beauty of unity between man and spear, between the heavenly and the human, and a return to nature.

The first to grasp the mysteries of the Absolute Peak Spear Technique was Grandmaster Yu, who under Yang Jue’s spearplay recalled the first time he had connected with the Spear Heavenly Heart Imprint:

Eight hundred li under command, fifty strings overturn the sounds beyond the frontier.

Battlefield, soldiers, blood, home and country...

"The way of the spear lies in protection!"

Grandmaster Yu’s expression was serious, and as he wielded his spear, his unique "Baji Sky Shaking Spear," a technique of extreme destructiveness, now held an unusual significance.

On the other side.

Champion Yang Tian, with bright eyes, said, "This competition was worth it, once I go back and Break the Second Shackles, I should be able to step into the Fifth Realm of Spear Skill Theory."

In a corner.

Runner-up Wu Jinlong, while practicing his spear, laughed:

"Questioning the spear’s might beyond the frontier, how does it compare to the short oar of old Jianghu?"

His hometown, Yan Zhao, is a Martial Arts hotspot, previously even producing spear technique Grandmasters renowned across temples and the river world. Under Yang Jue’s interpretation, his understanding of spear theory deepened.

The masters of Spear Skills were quick to understand.

Wang Xian also wouldn’t show weakness, wielding his long spear with a magnificent aura.

After Yang Jue finished demonstrating, he scanned the gathering with his eyes.

Seeing the younger generations earnestly practicing, he was moved:

"This exchange competition was indeed worthwhile."

The path of Spear Skill has successors.

Suddenly,

Yang Jue’s gaze was drawn to a certain place, where a young Martial Artist holding a Divine Weapon had a clear gaze reflecting a sky of flying sands, iron cavalry, the youth killing enemies with his spear, forgetful of himself, like an ancient tiger general, invincible and majestic!

At some point,

the others had successively finished following the spear demonstration, their expressions excited, clearly having gained much insight. By now, only a few remained practicing their spear skills on the square.

Wang Xian looked at his unstoppable young junior with a bitter smile:

"Has inspiration struck him already?"

Although he had gained some insight too, he was far from any sudden inspiration.

This state of his junior was coming a bit too casual.

A gaze settled on Lu Chenzhou, it belonged to Grandmaster Yu.

His eyes narrowed, and then he said,

"Isn’t this the top rank of Dragon City?"

Previously during trials, he had highly praised Lu Chenzhou: the posture of a Spear God! If not for Lu Chenzhou being already committed, he would definitely have been shameless enough to take him as a disciple. Grandmaster Yu was puzzled. Every time he saw Lu Chenzhou wielding a spear, he seemed to be in an inspired state.

Yang Tian, Wu Jinlong, and other geniuses of Spear Skills all looked puzzled.

"Who is this?"

"The top rank of Dragon City."

"I didn’t see him compete."

"Must be a spectator."

"While his spear technique is rough, every move is spiritually vibrant, and merely by observing Absolute Peak Spear Training, he was inspired; his comprehension of Spear Skill isn’t bad."

These long-renowned Spear Skill talents didn’t underestimate Lu Chenzhou.

Having witnessed the spear of the Absolute Peak, they harbored no iota of arrogance.

Those able to understand the mysteries of Absolute Peak Spear Technique on the spot, how could they be ordinary people?

With limited time, Yang Jue gave Lu Chenzhou one look, transformed into a rainbow light that lifted off the ground, and disappeared into the sky, leaving only a resonant voice that lingered.

"Those who understand the essence of my Spear Skill, in the future may visit East Sea City, where every day at dusk, I will be practicing my Spear Skill on the city walls, hoping to help fellows."

East Sea City, also known as Magic City’s Starfire Dragon City.

Named so for being located within the East Sea Void Realm.

When these words were spoken, the crowd looked on respectfully, bowing in unison.

"We, the younger generation, thank our senior for passing on the technique!"

Before coming, everyone had only heard that Yang Jue was open with his teachings, among all in the Absolute Peak, he was the most willing to demonstrate techniques to the younger generation, and now they truly witnessed it.

Grandmaster Yu, moved, spoke:

"His Spear Skill has reached the Immortal Realm, still he addresses us juniors as equals; Yang Jue, the senior, is truly passionate about his Spear Skill, worthy of the title ’Holy Spear!’"

"The title of ’Saint’ is indeed a significant and fateful honor.

From ancient times to the present, very few have used the character ’Saint’ in their titles. The most classic example, like Martial Saint, was used by a Grandmaster long ago and has not been used by any powerful Martial Arts practitioners since then. Once such a title is used, one must bear the unspeakable karmic consequences.

Among the thirteen Absolute Peaks of the Martial Arts World, only Yang Jue’s title includes ’Saint,’ but it is merely ’Holy Spear.’ No one uses ’Spear Saint.’ Similarly, titles like ’Sword Saint,’ ’Blade Saint,’ and ’Fist Saint’ remain untaken, having become unwritten rules of the Martial Arts World. Occasionally, some average Martial Artists who wish to use them won’t get approval.

How would the Dragon King and Wanshixian feel if you, a Martial Artist, use the title Martial Saint?

Top-level powerhouses unanimously refrain from using such titles.

As for titles such as Martial God or Sword God, the reasoning is the same. These titles are far too burdensome; carrying them brings immense unseen fortunes. If one can withstand the weight, well and good; but for those who cannot, according to ancient cases, they usually meet a terrible end.

Time passes.

Figures gradually disperse.

The organizers begin to clean up the venue.

Wang Xian, standing by Lu Chenzhou’s side, smilingly said to the staff:

’My junior brother was filled with spirit—hope you understand.’

The staff looked surprised, then smiled:

’That’s good; we won’t disturb him.’

Unaware of the time, four hours had passed. Lu Chenzhou’s mind was no longer in the real world, but in a distant ancient battlefield. By his side, ghostly figures of warriors defending their homes and country, full of zeal, brushed past him, fearlessly charging towards barbarians and foreign enemies attempting to invade their homeland!

’Kill!’

’Kill the barbarians!’

’With a heroic will, feast on the flesh of the enemy, laughing as they drink the blood of barbarians!’

’Drunk lying in the sands do not jest, through ages, how many come back from campaigns!’

The spirit of a man rushes towards the heavens.

Nation and ethnicity are eternal zeal. Lu Chenzhou, moved in body and spirit, armored and riding a Mystic Tiger, roared, dragging his long spear into the battlefield!

’White Ape Dragging a Knife!’

The long spear, like a giant ape rolling over, flung enemies in its path.

’Yaksha Sea Exploration!’

The long spear, striking like a ghostly deity, splitting the enemy encirclement.

’Snake in the Grass!’

’Spirit Cat Pouncing on a Mouse!’

’Phoenix Nod!’

Lu Chenzhou, like a god of death, left a wake of corpses behind him.

Blood painted the skies; the war drums mourned.

A regal figure bearing a standard approached majestically on horseback.

The king thrust his spear, shattering mountains and rivers, causing dragons and serpents to rise, turning heaven and earth upside down.

’First Great Spear, Martial King’s Flag!’

All enemies, annihilated!

The resolute figure of Lu Chenzhou overlapped with the ghostly image of the Martial King behind him.

Elephant Form has spirit; Spear Skill has spirit.

He almost touched the embryonic form of Spear’s Spirit.

This meant that his Spear Skill Realm had already far exceeded the ordinary First and Second Realms. Stepping into the Third Realm, and his realm not shallow, the mysteries of Spear Skill demonstrated by the Absolute Peak transformed instantly, allowing Lu Chenzhou to grow tremendously in one day, advancing rapidly in his Spear Skill Realm!

From the outside,

Wang Xian, with the perspective of a master, could see the ancient king’s ghostly image emerge amidst the rising vigour of Lu Chenzhou’s spear, spreading a silent aura of dominance.

His heart stirred:

’The embryonic form of the Spear’s Spirit... Just yesterday, my junior brother was still at the Second Realm of Spear Skill, and today, he has reached the Third Realm, having also connected with the Heavenly Heart Mark and grasping the spirit.’

Wang Xian thought to himself:

’I brought you to watch the fun, and you ascended on the spot?’

He knew that Lu Chenzhou’s gains in a single day equaled what could take months or even up to a year and a half of arduous practice; his junior brother’s mastery in Spear Skill was quickly catching up to him.

Wang Xian felt a touch of urgency.

His own realm of Spear Skill was just at the Fourth Level.

He finally understood why their master held such great regard for his junior brother.

Truly, his junior’s potential was boundless!

By now, it was dusk.

The remaining sunlight bled like blood; the staff had gradually dispersed.

Clouds of steam rose from Lu Chenzhou’s body, and the heat and electric light slowly dissipated.

The Tiger Gall Divine Spear resonated sonorously, almost as if saying:

’BREAKTHROUGH! EXHILARATING!’

(ps: On the first day of National Day, Old Tian resolved the double Chapter event; this Chapter is an additional bonus. With daily updates of twelve thousand words, it is really impossible to accumulate drafts. In a while, there will still be some family matters to handle.

Today, fifteen thousand words, appealing for monthly tickets and subscriptions!)