strokinit Chapter 99 The spear moves like a dragon, who says a headless spear cannot kill?
Chapter 99 The spear moves like a dragon, who says a headless spear cannot kill?
Chapter 100: The Spear Moves Like a Dragon, Who Says a Headless Man Can't Kill? (4k)
The rain intensified.
Large raindrops pounded on the bluestone slabs, splashing up a layer of white mist that shrouded the backyard of the Simin Martial Arts Club like a ghostly realm.
Lu Cheng stood at the bottom of the steps in front of the main hall, his body slightly turned to the side, and reached one hand behind him.
"Buzz"
The white wax spear, which was stuck diagonally in the crack of the bluestone, sprang up with a sudden grab and shake from Lu Cheng, kicking up a cloud of gravel before landing steadily in his palm.
With a gun in hand, his demeanor changed drastically.
The gentle and refined schoolteacher who used to only know how to dodge is gone.
Following him was a martial arts general, wielding a sword and exuding an aura that seemed to encompass the heavens and the earth.
"What courage."
Wanyan Lie was panting heavily, his muscular body glistening with the rain, his chest heaving like a bellows with each breath.
He looked at the large gun in Lu Cheng's hand, a cruel grin spreading across his face, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.
"What, you're not running anymore?"
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"Since you've taken a weapon, don't blame me for being ruthless. Today, I'll crush your bones inch by inch, and show you what it means to overcome all techniques with sheer force!"
"roar-!!"
Wanyan Lie roared again, stomped his feet on the ground, and like an out-of-control heavy truck, he rumbled and crushed over.
He had no weapons.
His muscular physique, honed to perfection, is the most ferocious weapon.
Lu Cheng's gaze was cold and aloof. He stood with his feet slightly apart, holding a gun in both hands with the tips of the guns drooping slightly, seemingly without any defense.
But just as Wanyan Lie charged within three steps...
Lu Cheng's wrist moved.
"Snapped!"
With a flick of the spear, the spear flowers exploded.
This shot wasn't a straight thrust, but rather—bang!
Xingyi spear, hard-hitting and unrestrained.
The highly flexible white waxwood staff, under the dual infusion of Lu Cheng's visible and hidden strength, instantly straightened, then suddenly sprang upwards, using this momentum to slam the shaft fiercely towards Wanyan Lie's face.
"A trivial skill."
Wanyan Lie neither dodged nor flinched, not even blinking.
Relying on his "Iron Shirt" technique, which he had practiced for thirty years, he suddenly raised his left arm and forcefully blocked the attack.
"Bang-!!"
A muffled thud.
It was like two iron pillars colliding.
Lu Cheng's spear was jolted high into the air by the impact, and his hand went numb.
But Wanyan Lie was also suffering.
A red, swollen mark appeared instantly on his thick, tree-trunk-like arm, and he paused slightly in his steps.
"I have some strength, but it's not enough."
Wanyan Lie grinned maliciously, and taking advantage of Lu Cheng's wide-open front, he formed a claw with his right hand, and with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, he went straight for Lu Cheng's heart.
This is called "Black Bear Heart Removal." If you hold it firmly, it can even pull out the heart.
Lu Cheng remained calm, stepping on the "Ghostly Shadow Steps" and his body floated backward like a willow catkin, just avoiding the claw.
At the same time, he spun the spear in his hand.
"Stop, seize, stab!"
The spear tip, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, drew a strange arc in the air and struck three times in an instant.
These three blows were aimed at Wanyan Lie's throat, eyes, and genitals, respectively.
These are all vital points that must be saved!
And that marksmanship is incredibly skillful.
There wasn't a single unnecessary movement; the gun moved with him, and his body shifted with his steps.
Each thrust of the spear carries a spiraling force, a product of the perfect fusion of the foot combat essence of the Lin Family Spear Technique and the hidden power of internal martial arts.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Wanyan Lie was forced to defend himself. Although he was tough and thick-skinned, he dared not take the hits on soft areas like his eyes and groin.
In an instant, white figures fluttered across the field, and gunshots flew like dragons.
Lu Cheng's mastery of the spear was truly divine.
Sometimes it's like a raging storm, sweeping and powerful; other times it's like a gentle stream, seeping into every nook and cranny.
The spear, which was twelve feet long, seemed to come alive in his hands. He could strike east and west, south and north, forcing Wanyan Lie, who was at the half-step Transformation Realm, into a state of panic and roaring in anger.
Under the eaves, the seriously injured old man Han stared wide-eyed.
"This—this is the Lin family spear?"
"No, there's still a trace of the Six Harmonies Spear in here, and even the decisiveness of the Oleander Plum Blossom Spear."
Grandpa Han clutched his chest, muttering to himself, his face filled with disbelief.
"This marksmanship—it's too old-fashioned, too uncanny."
"Even a seasoned镖师 (bodyguard/escort) who has trained their whole life might not have this level of skill. How old is this kid? Did he really start practicing shooting in the womb?"
"And that movement—it's like they've absorbed the movements of a theatrical performer! Graceful as a dragon in flight, elegant as a startled swan, this isn't killing, it's clearly—dancing!"
It wasn't just Grandpa Han.
Even the Japanese swordsman Yagyu Shizuku, who had been coldly observing while holding his sword, finally opened his eyes, which had been half-closed.
For the first time, a hint of seriousness appeared in those eyes, along with a trace of—the fervent excitement of seeing a prey.
"Good marksmanship."
Yagyu Seiun praised softly in Japanese.
"Skill is close to the Way."
"This kid's talent is simply astonishing. If he were given another ten years—no, five years—I'm afraid even I might not be his match."
"What a pity—"
Yagyu Shizuku shook his head, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"The difference in skill level cannot be bridged by technique."
"That big guy might be a bit dim-witted, but he has that 'transformation' quality about him."
"If he gets even one chance, that kid's gun will be broken."
really.
The situation on the field is quietly changing.
Although Lu Cheng's marksmanship was superb, he was only skilled in internal energy techniques.
Each time his body collided with the spear and Wanyan Lie, the recoil force drained his strength.
Wanyan Lie, on the other hand, is like a perpetual motion machine.
The old monster grew more and more excited as the fight progressed, his life force burning ever brighter, his entire body emitting white smoke, and rainwater falling on him evaporated.
"Little mudskipper, let's see how long you can keep sliding!!"
Wanyan Lie was truly enraged.
Being forced into a corner by a young man with a gun made him lose face in front of Yagyu Shizukumo.
"Cut it off right now!!"
Once again, when Lu Cheng's spear slithered towards his armpit like a venomous snake.
Wanyan Lie surprisingly stopped dodging.
He suddenly clamped his arm together, using his steel-like muscles to firmly grip the gun barrel.
At the same time, he slammed his large, fan-like hand, with all his strength, onto the gun barrel.
"Smack!!!"
A sharp cracking sound rang out, particularly jarring in the rainy night.
That incredibly tough white wax spear, soaked in tung oil for three years.
Three inches below the tip of the spear.
It was abruptly broken!
The spearhead, with a piece of wood still attached, flew out and stuck in the mud, wobbling a couple of times.
In Lu Cheng's hand, all that was left was a bare wooden stick.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Wanyan Lie laughed wildly, his fat jiggling as he finally released all the pent-up frustration.
"The gun broke."
"Let's see how you try to stab me now."
"A toothless tiger is just a sick cat. Kid, prepare to die!!"
Wanyan Lie strode forward, his momentum unstoppable.
He felt that the outcome was already decided.
A gun without a spearhead is just a fire poker; it might leave a bruise on someone, but it won't break their physical training.
This kid's dead meat.
However, Lu Cheng did not show the panicked expression he expected.
The moment the gun broke, Lu Cheng changed his stance.
"Ghostly Steps," unleashing its full potential.
His figure drifted backward like a ghost, leaving afterimages in the rain. He stopped confronting Wanyan Lie head-on and began to circle around him at high speed.
The broken stick in his hand no longer attacked, but instead became like a slippery eel. Whenever Wanyan Lie's terrifying fist swept in, he would gently parry and deflect it, using the force to slide away.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Lu Cheng's figure moved erratically in the courtyard, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, only defending and not attacking. His breathing seemed to become rapid, and sweat mixed with rainwater streamed down his forehead.
"well----"
Under the eaves, Old Master Han sighed heavily, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes completely extinguished.
"Even a spent arrow cannot pierce silk."
"With the spearhead broken, his edge is gone. His current fighting style, seemingly agile, is actually exhausting him. Wanyan Lie's stamina is like that of a wild bear; he can wear him down eventually."
"This kid—he's still a bit too green."
On the other side, Yagyu Shizuku's hand was already on the hilt of his sword, a disdainful sneer on his lips.
"Chinese martial arts are nothing special."
"A blade without a weapon is like a dog with its teeth pulled, only able to tuck its tail between its legs and run away. The outcome is already decided; Lu Cheng won't live for more than a quarter of an hour."
Everyone present, whether they were the desperate disciples of the Four Martial Arts Club or the grinning Japanese ninjas, could see it.
Lu Cheng is retreating.
He is on the run.
He had no means to retaliate; his defeat and death were only a matter of time!
"Run?! Let's see where you can run to!!"
Wanyan Lie also thought so.
He watched Lu Cheng's increasingly "disorderly" steps, and the fierce light in his eyes intensified.
He stopped blindly pursuing and instead took a deep breath, his chest bulging out, before deliberately revealing an extremely obvious opening.
He left the front door wide open!
The two large, fan-like hands did not protect his vital organs, but instead spread wide open, making a gesture as if to embrace him and strangle him.
However, the area around the Tanzhong acupoint on the chest was completely empty, without any protection whatsoever.
This is a trap.
It's also a calculated move.
Wanyan Lie was gambling, gambling that Lu Cheng had been driven to the brink of despair, gambling that Lu Cheng would make a desperate gamble due to exhaustion.
"Come on, if you dare, stab it here."
Wanyan Lie patted his chest, which was covered in black hair, and provoked wildly.
"I'll just stand here and let you stab me. Your broken wooden stick can't hurt me in the slightest!"
"If you dare to get close, I'll risk getting hurt to twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot."
This is the confidence of a half-step master of internal energy.
Trading injury for a kill.
He was certain that the white waxwood shaft without the spearhead could not break through his protective qi and iron shirt.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
Lu Cheng stopped in his tracks.
He stood five steps away from Wanyan Lie, his chest heaving violently, seemingly exhausted.
But if someone could see into his eyes, they would find out.
There wasn't a trace of panic in those eyes.
There was only—a chilling calm, and a golden light that had long since seen through everything.
With keen eyesight, one can see through anything.
In Lu Cheng's view, Wanyan Lie's chest, which seemed as solid as a fortress, was surging with blood and qi.
All defensive forces were concentrated on the membrane, waiting for his wooden stick to crash into it, then using the recoil to send him flying, followed by closing in with both arms to deliver the final blow.
This is a sure-fire trap.
If it were an ordinary martial artist, even one at the peak of internal strength, such a blow would definitely result in the stick breaking and the person dying.
"Trying to lure me closer?"
"Trying to trade injury for a kill?"
"it is good."
"Then I'll—play along!"
"Who says you can't kill someone without a gun barrel?"
Lu Cheng didn't shout these words out loud, but they exploded in his heart.
next second.
Lu Cheng made a move.
Instead of continuing to wander, he did as Wanyan Lie wished and charged forward without regard for anything else.
"Hahaha, well done!"
Wanyan Lie was overjoyed, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and the muscles in his arms bulged instantly, ready to encircle and strangle them.
Just as the two were about to collide.
Lu Cheng's wrist suddenly trembled in an extremely strange way.
This tremor is not an ordinary shaking.
Instead, it's a high-speed spiral.
At this moment, the [Toad-Fishing Strength] and [White Tiger True Intent] within his body were poured into this bare, broken stick without reservation.
And the righteous spirit gleaned from the "Zhong Kui Picture" became the ballast stone of this strike.
"A Hundred Birds —"
Lu Cheng gave a soft rebuke.
Instead of thrusting straight in, he spun the broken, jagged wooden stick in his hand wildly just before it touched Wanyan Lie's chest.
It's like a drill bit spinning at high speed.
The ultimate killing move of the Zhao family spear technique —
"Chao Feng!!!"
This move is no longer a simple stab.
Instead, it's about drilling.
It is a poisonous dragon drill with spiraling force, penetrating force, and indestructible power.
"puff-!!!"
A very dull sound.
It was like a red-hot iron rod being plunged into butter.
Wanyan Lie's massive body suddenly froze as if he had been frozen in place.
His arms, which were about to come together, stopped in mid-air.
His face, covered in thick, fleshy muscles and sporting a cruel, menacing grin, instantly shifted from a ferocious expression to one of astonishment, and finally—
It turned into extreme fear and disbelief.
He felt a chill in his chest.
That wasn't the pain from a physical injury.
That's—the wind got through.
He lowered his head.
He stared at his chest in disbelief.
There.
That white waxwood pole had no spearhead, and the broken ends were full of splinters.
it turns out----
It pierced right in!
Using the terrifying high-speed rotational force, the jagged wooden splinters transformed into the sharpest saw teeth, easily tearing through his prized Iron Shirt.
It penetrated his thick layer of fat and muscle.
It even pierced his sternum like drilling through tofu.
It pierces through the chest and emerges through the back.
That piece of wood, covered in blood and gore, looked particularly glaring in the rain, and was even trembling slightly, as if the force of the blow had not yet dissipated.
"This—this—"
Large gushes of blood gushed from Wanyan Lie's mouth, mixed with pieces of broken internal organs.
He reached out, trembling, to grab the stick, to pull out this impossible fact.
"No, no gun barrel—how, how is that possible—"
His external martial arts skills have been broken.
It was pierced through by a broken wooden stick.
Lu Cheng released his grip.
He stood before Wanyan Lie, his face pale from exhaustion, but the golden light in his eyes shone brighter than the stars in the sky.
He still stood straight, like an unshakeable god.
He looked at Wanyan Lie's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, and said something indifferently.
One sentence was enough to make this old devil die with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Kung Fu is a killing technique."
"I'm not a blacksmith."
"Even a blade of grass, as long as the effort and intention are there—"
Lu Cheng extended a finger and gently flicked the wooden stick stuck in Wanyan Lie's chest.
"Also—slay a god."
"you----"
Wanyan Lie's eyes widened, and he couldn't catch his last breath.
Boom!
This "Bear Demon," which had roamed the area outside the Great Wall for decades and was known as invulnerable to swords and spears, crashed heavily into the mud and water like a collapsed hill.
A splash of blood-red mud erupted.
Do not look down.
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