Chapter 240

Chapter 240: An Old Man With A Sword

“Thank you, venerable elder, for bestowing your art.”

Xu Ming bowed deeply to the elder whose figure gradually faded away.

Xu Ming had lost count of how many techniques he had learned and how much time had passed.

All he remembered was that he had been cultivating nonstop.

The elders had taught him all sorts of techniques—sword methods, mental disciplines, staff techniques, body movements, everything under the sun.

“You’re Xu Ming, right?”

Just as Xu Ming had bid farewell to a man who taught him staff techniques, another man wielding a spear approached.

Xu Ming straightened up and looked up. He recognized this person.

Or rather, this person left a deep impression on him.

He was the man who had been bound to the stone wall. Because he looked the most normal, Xu Ming remembered him clearly.

“I greet you, venerable elder.”

Xu Ming bowed respectfully.

To be honest, Xu Ming felt this man was very refined, with an amiable aura like a scholar.

By logic, such a gentleman shouldn’t have offended any sect to get captured.

“Hmm.”

The man nodded.

“My name is Qin Feng, ‘Qin’ as in the Qin kingdom, ‘Feng’ as in wind and snow.

I hail from the peerless Spear Sect.

However, you probably haven’t heard of the peerless Spear Sect.

The spear technique I’m about to teach you is called the Overlord Spear Technique. It’s the ultimate spear technique of our sect.

Currently, only I know the Overlord Spear Technique because my other disciples have all perished.

If you learn this spear technique, even if you’re not a direct heir of the peerless Spear Sect, you’ll still be considered half a disciple.

If you manage to leave here alive, please help me pass down this spear technique so it doesn’t become lost.”

“I will do my utmost to honor your request, venerable elder.” Xu Ming nodded solemnly.

Matters of heritage are extremely serious, and there’s no way I can guarantee success.

All I can do is promise and try my best.

“The words ‘do my utmost’ are enough.” Qin Feng nodded. “Prepare yourself; I shall wield the spear.”

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, a long spear appeared in Xu Ming’s palm. The spear was elegant and substantial, giving a sense of security compared to a sword.

The spear is the king of weapons.

At the moment Xu Ming grasped the spear, he already began to understand this statement.

“Are you ready?” Unlike others who would attack without warning, Qin Feng kept reminding Xu Ming, as if he were afraid of accidentally killing him.

“Please guide me, venerable elder.” Xu Ming saluted with his spear.

Sure enough, just like before, all the techniques and tricks of the Overlord Spear Technique appeared in his mind.

What he needed to do was learn, master, and eventually excel at it! “Watch closely!”

As Qin Feng spoke, Xu Ming felt a shock.

Before he knew it, Qin Feng’s spear tip was already at his chest.

Xu Ming tried to dodge but failed, and his arm was slashed by the side wind of the spear, leaving a deep wound!

Xu Ming quickly retreated, examining his injured right arm.

Blood dripped incessantly.

This spear strike was too fast, too clean, with no unnecessary movements. Summarizing it with “simplicity is the ultimate sophistication” was absolutely correct.

“Be cautious.”

Qin Feng warned again. In the next instant, Qin Feng charged forward, the spear aimed directly at Xu Ming’s forehead.

“Clang!”

Xu Ming deflected the spear and countered with his own.

A cold glint arrived first, followed by the spear moving like a dragon!

The overbearing spear intent made Xu Ming feel somewhat startled.

But Xu Ming had some insights into the Overlord Spear Technique.

He realized that spear techniques were quite similar to boxing. A punch thrusting forward was no different from a spear thrust.

Moreover, the Heaven Opening Fist also emphasized forging ahead relentlessly, making it even more compatible with the Overlord Spear Technique.

“Clang Clang Clang!”

The spears in Xu Ming’s and Qin Feng’s hands continuously clashed, sparks flying everywhere. Each swing of their spears shattered the surrounding rocks and pierced the ground with countless large holes.

Neither Xu Ming nor Qin Feng paused their spears for a moment, both entering a state of selflessness.

In their minds, they seemed to have forgotten everything. In their eyes, there was only the other’s spear, with one goal: to pierce the opponent! Neither Xu Ming nor Qin Feng knew how long they fought.

The advantage of being in the Dream Realm was that you wouldn’t tire, and injuries, unless fatal, would heal quickly. Thus, you could learn anything swiftly, always at your peak state.

Otherwise, even if Xu Ming and Xuenuo had high talent, it would’ve been impossible to instantly master so many secret techniques.

But in the next moment, both felt something and simultaneously launched their final strikes.

This spear strike gathered all their spiritual energy.

Both were crystal clear that if they killed the other, they might die themselves! But even so, neither wavered.

“Boom!”

A tremendous explosion resounded. Centered around Xu Ming and Qin Feng, a massive crater formed!

All the surrounding swords were sent flying, and dust enveloped them.

When the dust settled, the long spears in Xu Ming’s and Qin Feng’s hands already showed cracks.

These cracks spread like broken porcelain across their entire bodies.

“Ping”

A crisp sound rang out, and the spears in both their hands vanished.

Qin Feng smiled at Xu Ming as his figure gradually faded away. His voice echoed endlessly in the sky: “After I leave, the old master will personally teach you. The old master has never taken on disciples, so whether or not you count as his disciples is uncertain.

If you learn the old master’s sword technique, it will be the greatest opportunity of your lives.”

In reality, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Everyone in the mountain cave stared at Qin Feng.

“I’ve finished teaching. Xu Ming learned faster due to his prior knowledge of boxing, but this young lady did well too, quickly mastering the essence.” Qin Feng said slowly.

“Is there anyone else left to teach?” Zhou asked.

“No one left, except…” Wang Mazi shook his head and looked at the elder bound to the rock wall, unable to move.

The elder hung his head, seemingly lifeless.

Meanwhile, in the dreams of Xu Ming and Xuenuo,

An old man carrying a sword

Slowly walked toward them.