Chapter 122: Chapter 97: Rain Momentum

The man who arrived had white hair and a beard and wore an ocher-yellow cloth robe. It was none other than Peng Zhen, the Dean of the Kun Earth Institute.

His gaze was calm.

All the disciples present straightened up, especially prodigies like Nie Shanshan and Yan Yaoyang.

They knew full well how rare and precious it was to be able to listen to an expert like Peng Zhen explain Martial Arts Techniques.

“The spear is the rogue of all weapons, but it is also their king.”

Peng Zhen’s voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in everyone’s ears, like a giant boulder tumbling down a valley, carrying with it a strange resonance.

’A voice transmission using True Qi,’ Chen Qing noted inwardly.

“At the entry-level, you practice the form. At Minor Achievement, you grasp the method. At Great Success, you comprehend the intent. At Perfection, you make it a part of yourself. But to reach the Peak of Perfection, one must comprehend ’Momentum.’”

With a casual gesture from Peng Zhen, a nearby long Iron Spear was drawn as if by an invisible hand, landing steadily in his palm.

In his hand, the great spear seemed to have lost all weight, yet at the same time, it felt heavy enough to crush mountains.

“I cultivate the Mountain Prison-Suppression Spear and have comprehended Mountainous Momentum. Many of you here cultivate the sword, the blade, or fists and kicks, but the essence is no different.”

“Momentum is not power, nor is it speed. It is the convergence of will and spirit, the condensation of one’s heart and qi. Mountainous Momentum is like the weight of a mountain, the majesty of a great peak. When I thrust my spear, wherever my will goes, the towering momentum of the mountains becomes mine to command. Before the enemy even meets the spear’s tip, their Heart and Spirit will have already collapsed!”

Peng Zhen didn’t demonstrate any complex moves; he simply stood there, holding the spear in an unremarkable stance.

But in that instant, all the disciples felt the air around them seem to solidify. An invisible, mountain-vast pressure weighed down heavily on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.

The wind on the cliff face seemed to detour around this area, and even the light dimmed slightly.

This was Spear Momentum! A mere opening stance already possessed such magnificent presence!

A glint appeared in Nie Shanshan’s eyes as she tightened her grip on her Long Sword.

The aura of sharp metal on Yan Yaoyang’s body flared, as if he too was absorbing the insight.

Peng Zhen’s gaze swept over the crowd. “You may all try to channel what you feel in your hearts into the training dummies. Let your form and spirit become one, let your intent guide your weapon. Do not be bound by forms; heed only your true heart.”

As his voice fell, the disciples present awoke as if from a dream. They all walked to the nearest ironwood training dummies. Some focused their minds in deep thought, while others tried to imitate Peng Zhen’s mountain-like aura, swinging the weapons in their hands.

’I’ll give it a try, too.’

Li Danyan’s heart surged with excitement. He picked up a Long Sword from the weapons rack and gave it a try.

Chen Qing also chose a training dummy in a corner. He closed his eyes, his mind replaying the soul-shaking ’Momentum’ from when Peng Zhen stood holding the spear. It was a Realm that transcended mere power and technique, an external manifestation of spiritual will and the true meaning of Martial Arts!

The Power of the Mountain Prison-Suppression Spear within his body began to circulate subconsciously, faintly resonating with this insight.

Chen Qing’s eyes snapped open, and within them, the shadows of mountains seemed to rise and fall.

He exhaled sharply, and though he held no real spear, he formed his fingers into a spear shape. Concentrating all his body’s Power into his fingertips, he jabbed fiercely at the heart of the ironwood dummy before him with the most basic “Middle Level Stab”!

SHHFF!

Before his fingertips arrived, a dense and heavy blast of force had already struck.

The moment his fingertips touched the ironwood, a dull THUD sounded.

Chen Qing withdrew his hand and stood still, looking at the dummy’s heart area.

There, he saw a finger-hole about half an inch deep. Its edges were smooth, and it exuded a fierce and domineering aura. Faint, fine cracks could even be seen spreading slightly outwards.

This finger strike contained his nascent understanding of the “Momentum” that Dean Peng had spoken of.

However, Chen Qing himself frowned.

He shook his head, thinking, ’The form was about thirty percent right, and the power was seventy percent focused, but I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of this ’Momentum.’ The gap between what I did and the ’Momentum’ Peng Zhen described is worlds apart.’

He could feel that he was still far too distant from the true ’Momentum.’

But Chen Qing was not discouraged. As long as he could persevere, comprehending Momentum was only a matter of time.

Peng Zhen then began to explain basic techniques. The hour of explanation quickly came to an end.

“Let’s go.”

Li Danyan shook his head and sighed softly, having clearly gained little.

Zhao Stone also revealed a wry smile.

When it came to improving in Martial Arts Techniques, comprehension was paramount.

Guidance from a master could be like a sudden enlightenment; you either got it or you didn’t. If you couldn’t achieve a breakthrough, forcing it was useless.

The disciples gradually dispersed, and the area at the base of the cliff slowly emptied.

Nie Shanshan and Yan Yaoyang came forward, bowed respectfully to Peng Zhen, and addressed him as “Martial Uncle” to express their thanks before they departed.

Peng Zhen slowly walked down from the Bluestone Platform, gave the Steward a few instructions about cleaning up the area, and was about to leave.

Just as he turned, a glimpse of an ironwood dummy in the corner caught his eye; a finger-hole instantly drew his attention.

“Hm?”

Peng Zhen stopped in his tracks, his gaze locking like lightning onto the fine cracks at the edge of the finger-hole.

He took a few steps closer and extended two fingers. Applying a slight bit of force with his fingertips, he felt the characteristics of the residual Power.

“Eh?”

A hint of astonishment appeared on Peng Zhen’s face. “Though it hasn’t formed ’Momentum,’ this mountain-shattering, armor-piercing Power has already grasped one or two tenths of its essence. I’d estimate it’s reached Minor Achievement… Using a finger as a spear? A clever method. Who was it that did this?”

He knew all the Core Disciples of the Kun Earth Institute who cultivated Spear Techniques like the back of his hand.

This was clearly not the work of a disciple from his own institute.

For a disciple not from the Kun Earth Institute to have practiced the Mountain Prison-Suppression Spear to such a degree was truly rare!

Most importantly, the lingering intent within the Power left in this finger-hole was clearly imitating his ’Mountainous Momentum’!

’Although it was raw and clumsy, not even achieving thirty percent of the essence, to be able to attempt imitating the intent after observing “Mountainous Momentum” just once… This child’s comprehension is absolutely extraordinary!’

Seeing the strange expression on the Dean’s face, the nearby Steward did not dare to delay and hurried off to investigate.

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