Chapter 64: Chapter 56: Descending Spear Technique

“Brother Fu, you’re eating more and more lately!” Little Trumpet sat next to him, staring in awe.

“Don’t talk while eating.”

Fu Qingjun didn’t pay much attention, as ever since his second hair transformation, his appetite indeed became terrifying. After all, maintaining the daily functions of his brain required a huge consumption!

Moreover, with his brain spewing ideas like crazy recently, the consumption was even greater.

If he didn’t eat more, how would he replenish nutrients?

In the last few days, he discovered that the noodle shop downstairs was part of his own business group.

The business seemed vast, but they were dirt poor because they had dozens of relentless eating machines to feed every day, which left even himself feeling alarmed.

“Of course, now I eat the most.”

Fu Qingjun thought his own appetite was normal, and he changed into the second-generation black silk net stocking muscles.

He had a new set of clothes and pants made, treating them as exoskeleton battle suits… each hair had the strength of a brush, providing some impact protection.

Additionally, beneath some muscles, he installed a violent pear flower box.

His originally long hair he now only kept to his waist, tying it into an ancient hair crown atop his head, fully revealing the scholarly aura of a high school senior with seventeen years of study.

After all, he was a cultured scholarly person. Although he found traditional hairstyles were really difficult to manage and time-consuming, it wasn’t a problem for him. Every morning, his hair would automatically style itself upon waking.

Fu Qingjun ate and drank his fill, intending to head upstairs.

As he passed the door, Qin Hong suddenly walked out and said, “I want to join your gang.”

Fu Qingjun turned around, even though he had already seen Qin Hong and knew she was also troubled with getting food, he acted like it was their first encounter and smiled, “Not just anyone can join us.”

“I know.” Qin Hong nodded.

“I’ll give you a try.” Little Trumpet was eager to try.

Fu Qingjun shook his head, thinking Little Trumpet was unreliable, and said, “Go call the Second-in-Command.”

The brothers outside were suddenly shocked, calling the Second-in-Command?

Did that mean this woman was no ordinary person?

The dozens of brothers who could join the gang were basically at the first Muscle Weight Realm.

Although most hadn’t reached Great Perfection, training every muscle in the body, they were generally at a bright strength, dark strength level, quite formidable.

“Brother, how about I give it a shot?” A burly man stepped forward.

“Alright.”

Fu Qingjun was indifferent.

Miao Chun Hall had an advantage: its brothers were exceptionally united, all honorable, single-minded muscular men, extremely agreeable. As long as you treated them well, they reciprocated… if it were the neighboring Ten Blades Association, they say even their leader was a treacherous jerk. He might not have handled everything so easily.

The entire street made way for an open ground.

Some martial artists nearby, and even some street vendors under the protection and jurisdiction of Miao Chun Hall, gathered with great interest to watch, creating a lively scene.

“I want a weapons match,” Qin Hong said.

The big man froze for a moment, then grinned and said, “Little girl, you haven’t even trained your muscles, haven’t even reached the threshold of the Muscle Weight Realm, but you’re brave. Okay, what weapon do you want to use?”

“A long spear.”

Soon, a group of burly men gathered excitedly, rummaging through a neighboring shop to produce training wooden swords and spears.

The two faced off against each other.

From afar, the Second-in-Command Baiyu also arrived, looking at Qin Hong with a hint of astonishment, curiously saying, “This little girl hasn’t practiced martial arts, her steps are peculiar, almost instinctual, and she has a strange aura… and yet she knows how to wield a spear. To master the spear, ruler of a hundred weapons, you must understand inertia and relay, which can only be fully mastered through constant battle and slaughter, adapting to various situations, with bounce, smash, pick, stab…”

Boom!

The next moment, the two clashed.

The big man on the opposite side swung with a broad sword.

Qin Hong lightly leapt, her hand suddenly flicking the spear, making the wooden spear form a strange arc, bouncing toward the opponent’s abdomen, instantly piercing through the gap into the opponent’s belly.

In an instant.

Qin Hong staggeringly retreated several steps, the bent spear bouncing her away, while the big man stood firm, unmoved, leaving a white mark of the wooden spear on his belly.

“I lost.”

The burly man looked at his waist, his face full of disbelief.

He seemed to have bounced the opponent away without moving an inch himself, but in reality, it was because he was heavy and his horse stance was steady. However, the opponent’s long spear was actually thrust into his abdominal muscles.

He merely used his abdominal muscles to bounce the whole person away, along with the spear…

If it had been a real weapon, even if the young girl was weak, his strong muscles would surely have been wounded severely. If she wielded some martial arts skills and had some strength, he would have died in that instant.

“With one move, I lost.” The burly man was not upset. Bending down in a bow, he was not at all arrogant, “The young girl is formidable; I admit my defeat.”

“Ha ha ha, young girl, shall I teach you martial arts?”

“Let me! My stance is firm!”

A group of burly men nearby looked fervently at the young girl; women in the gang were pitifully scarce, and they immediately took notice of her, especially the single strand of hair atop her head that bobbed adorably during the fight…

Fu Qingjun watched speechlessly but did not speak.

“Brother Fu, have you seen a spear technique that descends from the sky?” The little speaker, snacking on melon seeds nearby, exclaimed in surprise, “This person is astonishing.”

The little speaker practiced others’ martial traditions without completely ruining herself, only having some mental quirks, indicating her talent and high perspective in martial arts, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been adopted as a foster daughter by a wandering warrior.

“Spear technique that descends from the sky?”

Fu Qingjun was silent, looking at the Second-in-Command next to him, “What do you think?”

The Second-in-Command Baiyu nodded, “A spear technique descending from the sky, such a move practically breaks away from the realm of martial arts, unheard of… No martial arts involve descending from the sky to kill! After all, people can’t fly… However, similar spear techniques might exist; ancient martial generals would wield a spear from high above while riding a horse, that might be the stance.”

This is the only explanation.

This is the martial arts spear technique of a general’s combat on horseback.

“But nowadays, we don’t ride horses; martial artists on horses are practically living targets. The horse can’t move left and right; the straight trajectory is too fixed; piercing directly at it, who would let her ride?”

The little speaker scratched her head; indeed, a martial genius quickly imagined a powerful scheme, “Get a martial artist as a horse! She’ll ride on their neck and gallop!”

“High spear strikes, aimed precisely at the crown, very difficult to defend… and developed this entire spear technique descending from the sky to perfection.”

“How about letting her ride on you?” Fu Qingjun laughed.

The little speaker immediately looked at Fu Qingjun in shock.

Fu Qingjun ignored her and looked at the Second-in-Command with a smile, “Has it gone through?”

“It certainly has.”

The Second-in-Command said, “This person is too unique; clearly hasn’t practiced any martial arts, has no strength, yet displays such posture and martial skill, seems to possess the powerful spirit and essence of the Martial Dao, a murderous aura imprinted deep in the bones…”

In the distance, Qin Hong was silent.

She traversed through mythic periods spanning hundreds of thousands of years, entered that mysterious ancient race, although her lifespan was short, she learned quickly and trained in the Martial Dao rapidly…

But why was the martial instinct integrated perfectly into this body? She vaguely felt confused, only attributing it to a divine demon’s gift.

“I don’t know why either.” Qin Hong answered, “After a family tragedy, I was heartbroken, fell asleep, dreamed of ancient scenes, and woke up like this.”

“Heartache? Awakening ancestral memories buried deep within?”

Baiyu spoke in astonishment, “My family are medical practitioners; according to ancient records, some martial traditions may have potential for generational transmission… It’s said some descendants of declining martial traditions might suddenly awaken ancestral memories and martial spirit,

Like a person at the village head, who never trained in martial arts, suddenly looked fiercely, fists and feet becoming powerful; people often say it’s a ghost possessing them… I rather think it’s the inherited memory engraved in the genes.”

Genes, a new term from the new continent.

However, ghost possession… Qin Hong inexplicably thought of sudden hair loss.

Could it be that ghost possession is like those who, like herself, have passed through the Divine Demon Night Banquet, causing a great increase in power?

She seemed to see a pitch-black, bottomless pool.

Baiyu continued speaking, “After all, humans have reflexes, are instinctive; when something approaches, people automatically close their eyes! When someone strikes the knee, it kicks out instantly! Some martial families have their body techniques written into their reflexes and passed down, which isn’t impossible, perhaps even inevitable.”

“After all, why are many descendants of martial families born with great talent, and their training pace rapid? The stance and family legacy in fists and feet are already written into their reflexive instincts, making their training naturally efficient and effective.”

Baiyu laughed, “But it’s always been considered a rumor; how strong an ancient martial tradition must be to achieve generational transmission?”

Sumer’s Royal Tablet!

Qin Hong, listening, suddenly had a shocking memory reawakened about that royal tablet.

After the great flood, some kings lived for hundreds of years, but after several generations, although the power declined overall, suddenly there were one or two exceptional kings, able to live for thousands of years… This surely represents intergenerational awakening of ancestral bloodlines.

“Having traversed hundreds of thousands of years, the Divine Demon Night Banquet is peeling back the veil of the world’s martial power system for me.” Qin Hong only felt great terror at heart.

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