Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

"Dong Dahai was very good at hiding his talents and concealing his sharpness, but for some reason, he was willing to stand up for you and help you deal with those trivial matters."

"He's not my match right now, and neither are you."

Shen Wuxiu said this calmly.

A powerful confidence lies hidden within its calm demeanor.

"And if you lose, he will definitely find a way to get revenge."

He stuck the gun back into the wall.

"At that time, I will be able to see the complete Dragon Roar Piercing Cloud Spear. Not from the manual, but from actual combat. I will experience it with my own body, and risk my life for it."

"And then?" Sun Fan asked.

"Then, I can complete the Dragon Roar Spear technique," Shen Wuxiu said, "turning the Precious level back to True level. Turning the incomplete spear technique into a complete one."

"For this, you'd be willing to kill someone you've never wronged?"

Shen Wuxiu remained silent for a while.

"On the path of a martial artist, one either advances or regresses. The Dragon Roar Spear has become my shackle. I've already reached the limit in practicing the precious level of the Dragon Roar Spear; I can't go any further, nor can I go any lower. It's not that I haven't tried hard enough; it's that my spear technique is incomplete."

He walked back to the table and sat down.

Sun Fan laughed; he didn't believe it.

Yan Shisan once said that the Thirteen Deadly Swords originally consisted of only six swords.

Later, it became nine swords, then eleven swords, and then twelve swords.

By the time it reached him, it had become the Thirteen Swords.

To master any martial art, one must build upon the foundations laid by predecessors.

This is what is meant by a realm unprecedented in history.

It wasn't the Dragon Roar Spear that limited Shen Wuxiu, but rather his own lack of confidence.

He lacked confidence that he could push the Dragon Roar Spear to a new level.

"Someone gave me a chance. A chance to improve my marksmanship. The price was killing someone."

He looked up at Sun Fan.

"Tell me, should I say yes or no?"

Sun Fan did not answer the question.

He stood there, looking into Shen Wuxiu's eyes for a long time.

"Who is that person?" he asked.

"I can't say."

Why?

"Because I haven't obtained the second half of the Cloud Piercing Spear manual yet," Shen Wuxiu said. "If I reveal it, the item will be lost."

Sun Fan nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

He turned and walked out, but stopped abruptly at the door.

"Senior Shen, there's something I want to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Dong Dahai's marksmanship wasn't stolen from your Shen family. It was your Shen family that stole it from the Dong family."

He didn't turn around, but pushed the door open and went out.

Shen Wuxiu sat in the chair, staring at the closed door, remaining motionless for a long time.

He picked up the letter on the table and read it again.

Weakness: No background, no backing.

He crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"He has no weaknesses," Shen Wuxiu said in a low voice. "Everything you told me was wrong."

A newbie dares to come and question him so directly.

You either need to have confidence or a strong background.

Otherwise, he'd be a complete idiot.

Clearly, Sun Fan is no fool.

The light stayed on all night in Shen Wuxiu's room.

When Sun Fan returned from Shen Wuxiu's place, it was already dark.

He didn't go straight back to his residence, but went to the training ground instead.

The training ground is large, divided into indoor and outdoor sections. The outdoor area is an open-air space with a concrete surface; it's crowded during the day and less so at night. At this hour, most people have gone home to rest, with only a few night owls still training.

Sun Fan walked to the innermost corner of the training ground, where there was a row of wooden stakes for practicing shooting.

Dong Dahai was indeed there.

Under the moonlight, Dong Dahai practiced shooting alone against a wooden stake.

His marksmanship was simple and straightforward, without any fancy moves—just thrusting, parrying, sweeping, and deflecting, each move solid and grounded. But Sun Fan noticed that every movement of his carried an inexplicable awkwardness—like a puzzle piece missing, impossible to put back together no matter how hard he tried.

Sun Fan stood at a distance, silent, just watching.

Dong Dahai practiced for a long time, until the sweat on his forehead glistened in the moonlight, before he stopped. He turned around, saw Sun Fan, and paused for a moment.

"Class monitor? What are you doing here?"

Sun Fan walked over and sat down next to him.

"How's the training going?"

Dong Dahai shook his head, leaned the gun against the wooden stake, and sat down beside it. He took out a cloth from his pocket and slowly wiped the gun barrel, his movements very careful, as if he were doing something very solemn.

"Squad leader, is there something you want to tell me?"

Sun Fan did not answer immediately.

He watched Dong Dahai clean his gun, his calloused hands, and the scar on his face that looked particularly menacing in the moonlight.

"Ocean, what's your last name?"

Dong Dahai paused for a moment while wiping his gun.

"My surname is Dong," he said, his voice flat.

"Dong what?"

Dong Dahai was silent for a moment, then said, "Squad leader, do you know?"

Sun Fan nodded.

Dong Dahai lowered his head and looked at the gun in his hand.

"I wasn't originally surnamed Dong." His voice was very soft, as if he were telling a long-ago secret. "My surname was Dong, the Dong of east, west, south, and north. Dong was a name I changed later, to avoid people."

"Who are you hiding from?"

"Hiding at the Shen family's house."

Sun Fan didn't press for details, but simply listened quietly.

Dong Dahai wiped the gun barrel and continued.

"Our family was originally the largest spear-fighting family in the North. Our Dongjia Martial Arts School had branches throughout the five northern provinces, with thousands of disciples. Our family has an ancestral spear technique called Dragon Roar Piercing Clouds Spear, which is at the Returning to the True level."

His voice was flat, as if he were recounting a piece of history that had nothing to do with him.

"Later, our ancestor had an accident in the secret realm and was seriously injured and died. Before he died, he divided the secret manual in two - the upper half was passed on to his eldest son and the lower half to his second son. His original intention was for the two sons to support each other, but the eldest son became greedy and conspired with an elder in the family to confiscate the second son's house while he was away."

"The second son escaped, took the second half of the manual and went far away. He changed his surname, replacing 'Dong' with 'Dong', and renamed the family's spear technique 'Cloud Piercing Spear,' which was passed down from generation to generation. It was passed down to my grandfather, to my father, and to me."

He paused.

"Before my grandfather died, he gave the manual for the Cloud Piercing Spear to my father, saying one thing: 'Take this and don't let the Shen family find it. One day, our Dong family will be able to rightfully reclaim what belongs to us.'"

"Where's your dad?" Sun Fan asked.

Dong Dahai remained silent for a long time.

"He's dead," he said. "Dead in the secret realm."

"Was it the Shen family who killed them?"

"I don't know," Dong Dahai shook his head. "But the Shen family is the most suspicious. Before my dad entered the secret realm, he received an anonymous letter saying that someone was waiting for him inside. He didn't pay attention to it, thinking he was just being paranoid. And then he never came out."

He looked down at the gun in his hand.

"I was raised by my father's junior brother. He taught me the Cloud Piercing Spear, how to survive in the dark martial arts school, and how to hide myself. He said not to reveal my identity before I'm strong enough. If the Shen family finds out that the master still has descendants, they won't let me go."

"So you came to the Dark Martial Arts Academy?"

"That's right." Dong Dahai nodded. "The Dark Martial Arts School doesn't care about background or family history, only strength. Here, as long as you can fight, you can survive. I trained here for two years, going from a novice to a leader, and from a leader to the vice class leader."

He looked up at Sun Fan.

"I thought I hid it well. I didn't expect you to find out."

Sun Fan looked at him and remained silent for a while.