Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 36: Spear and Lance Spirits, Which is Stronger?
"Senior, I hold no ill will towards the Poyi Clan, but I do need the Yang family spear technique to further improve my cultivation. As for whether or not to spread it outside, I can swear on my martial spirit that if it is spread outside and my martial spirit is shattered, I will die a miserable death."

Ji Wuming directly summoned the Blood Thunder Spear and held it in his hand, which frightened everyone present. They thought a war was about to begin.

But Yang Wudi suppressed his anger. When he saw the Blood Thunder Spear for the first time, he felt that the blood mist on the spear was extremely terrifying, and the faint smell of blood filled his nose.

This kid looks harmless on the surface, but he is actually not simple at all. How many people or soul beasts has he killed?
Ji Wuming looked at the many Yang family members who were extremely vigilant and ready to take action at any time, and immediately explained,

"I'm not doing this to kill anyone, but I need to prove to you my dedication to spearmanship. The spear and the gun are one and the same. The basic spearmanship I've practiced before is just the tip of the iceberg. Only more sophisticated spearmanship can lead me to the path of strength."

Seeing that Yang Wudi was still indifferent, Ji Wuming directly proposed,

"How about this, let's make a bet. You from the Poyi Clan will choose someone of my strength. I'll show you what it means to be strong and what true strength is. If I win, I hope you can teach me the Yang family spear technique. If I lose, you can take my money, my life, or my life."

"You are too arrogant, kid. I want to see your true strength. If you lose, I don't need your life. You can just leave your faction and join my Poyi clan."

Yang Wudi really wanted to take a good look at what made this kid so strong. Their family's Soul-Breaking Spear was the top-level weapon spirit after the Clear Sky Hammer and the Seven Killing Sword. It focused on ultimate attack power, and most of the added spirit rings were amplification spirit skills. Wouldn't it be easy to deal with an unknown young man?

Everyone came to the daily training ground of the Poyi Clan. Ji Wuming looked at the very confident Yang family members in front of him and smiled smugly to himself.

Isn't it too bullying for me to fight a soul master of the same level one-on-one?
At this moment, Yang Wudi looked at Yang Yong and gave him a look. He immediately understood and walked into the empty training ground.
"Yang Yong, my martial soul, the Soul-Breaking Spear, is a level 34 offensive-type battle soul master. Please give me some advice!"

"Seniors, Clan Leader Yang, is it really impossible to change people? When I say the same level, I mean the same Soul Master, right?"

Ji Wuming looked at Yang Wudi and the others, and still wanted to persuade them to change people.

"Ji Wuming, do you look down on me?"

At this moment, when Yang Yong heard Ji Wuming look down on him like this, anger immediately surged in his heart, and he waved the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand to express his resentment.

"Ji brat, this little bastard has inherited 70% of my true teachings. Among the younger generation of my Poyi clan, he is also the best at using the Yang family spearmanship! If you can defeat him, I will grant you all the things that have come before."

"In that case, come on!"

Ji Wuming looked at Yang Yong in front of him. He seemed extremely relaxed and not as vigilant as before.
"Ji Wuming, martial soul Blood Thunder Spear, level 35 three-ring war soul master."

Three yellow and purple soul rings appeared at the same time under his feet, and Yang Yong couldn't wait to teach Ji Wuming, who looked down on him, a lesson.
The spear tip was like a dragon, swift as the wind. Yang Yong did not rush to use his first soul skill, but attacked Ji Wuming with the basic penetrating spear technique.
Little did he know that just when the gun tip was about to hit the enemy, Ji Wuming moved like a shadow, and in just one second he was ten meters behind Yang Yong.
"too slow!"

"Oh my god, this is still slow. What kind of soul skill is this kid using?"

The disciples were amazed at Ji Wuming's speed, and they couldn't even see his steps clearly. At this moment, Yang Wudi and several elders had serious expressions on their faces.

"This child is truly talented, as he can utilize his soul power to this extent. Especially the soul power consumed by his steps has reached an extremely subtle level, almost merging with his two hind legs, achieving the state of unity between man and soul."

"Clan leader, the fastest spear technique among our clan is the Touzi method, but it is nothing compared to Ji Wuming's leg technique. The world of soul masters is full of talented people. We are really narrow-minded."

"No wonder he's so arrogant. It looks like this competition won't be a foregone conclusion."

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At this time, Yang Yong continued to attack, but he just couldn't hit Ji Wuming.
"I'm so angry! Are you just a coward and can only run away?" "First Soul Skill, Shock."

The soul power exploded rapidly, directly compressing the surrounding air and shocking it in all directions. This soul skill actually pushed Ji Wuming back several steps.

"Good opportunity, second soul skill, through."

The moment Yang Yong saw Ji Wuming being shaken away, he immediately used his second soul skill, combined with his penetrating spear technique, to increase the penetrating power of the Soul Breaking Spear to a higher level, and the speed was also much faster.

"The old man is teasing the naughty boy. I won't play with you anymore."

"Bloody Sea - Wild Wave Triangle Defense."

Ji Wuming quickly swung the blood thunder spear condensed from his blood energy, forming a continuously rotating three-sided shield around himself.

"You're so brave to take my second soul skill!"

Yang Yong controlled the Soul-Breaking Spear and thrust it forward, piercing through it.
"Bang bang bang-"

There was a crisp metallic collision sound, and the force applied bounced back through the Blood Thunder Spear's shield, sending Yang Yong flying. The Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand spun in the air and stabbed upside down on the ground.
Ji Wuming moved his left hand slightly, forcibly removing the bloody murderous aura that had stained Yang Yong in the air. He took a step back with his left leg, holding up the spear in his right hand.

"Stormy night—a thousand miles of transparency!"

The spear shot out towards Yang Yong who had not yet landed on the ground.

"Oh no, Yong'er..."

However, when Yang Wudi was about to make a move, it was already too late. The interval between Ji Wuming's first and second self-created soul skills was no more than one second.
The right side of the Blood Thunder Spear cut across Yang Yong's neck, leaving a shallow blood mark.

"Boom-"

The spear pierced through the thick wall of the mansion, and a large transparent hole appeared in front of everyone.

Yang Wudi quickly took action to steady Yang Yong's body, and checked his physical condition with concern.

"Yong'er, you're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

"It's okay, just a scratch on the neck."

At this moment, Yang Yong had already walked before the King of Hell, and his back was completely wet.

"Chief, look over there."

Following the guidance of his tribesmen, Yang Wudi looked towards the wall and was so shocked that he was speechless.
"This, this is not the power of the third soul skill, the penetrating power is too strong!"

They broke through the walls of the clan's residence, especially the walls of the training ground, which were up to one meter thick and made of stone gold comparable to iron ore. They could at least withstand multiple attacks from the Three-Ring Soul Master, but they didn't expect that they were shot through by a single shot.

(End of this chapter)