Monarch Night

"Good!"

Fang Che stepped back with his left foot.

Three parts false, seven parts real.

Instantly, a momentum already fiercely emanated.

The right foot then retreated, slightly slanting outwards three inches.

The stance was steady, mighty, and with hidden sharpness.

Dong Changfeng couldn't help but exclaim, "Good!"

Only a true master could see that this was the stance before the spear's initial attack, the entire posture, like a straight spear piercing the sky, steadfast as an unshakable mountain.

Yet with the spear in hand, it had already reached into the heavens.

The spear intent flowed through his body, cycling back and forth.

Whichever direction he moved, the sharp formation would instantly burst forth.

Fang Che flicked his right wrist, rolling the spear in his hand, leaning it to his side, mighty and unmovable.

The next moment, Fang Che suddenly leaned forward, the spear transforming into a giant snake, surging forward, pointing straight ahead relentlessly.

A fierce momentum surged forward instantly.

"What a Middle Level Spear move!"

Dong Changfeng's eyes showed utmost admiration.

Withdrawing the spear, sidestepping, then attacking again.

Front, back, left, right, above, below, the spear was sharp and emitted a hissing sound, spear intent crossing in all directions like towering waves.

Stabbing, thrusting, blocking, parrying, lifting, breaking, intercepting, pointing, splitting, smashing...

Dong Changfeng no longer cheered, but his gaze was fixed on Fang Che.

His eyes wide in amazement, as if discovering a treasure.

The spear shadows withdrew, and Fang Che stood still, yet the Eight footed Snake Spear seemed to vanish without a trace, disappearing completely.

Hidden spear!

The next moment, the spear tip burst forth from his waist like a roaring dragon, suddenly appearing from nothing, piercing ten feet ahead!

If there were an enemy in front, this spear would be enough to impale them on it.

Withdrawing the spear with a flick, a massive spear flower that blocked the vision continuously bloomed, layered from the outer petals to the innermost core.

A large spear flower instantly appeared before Dong Changfeng's eyes.

He was shocked, nine hundred ninety-nine directions of spear tips!

Meaning this spear could perfectly attack from nine hundred ninety-nine directions.

If the spear master desired, he could strike and take life from any angle.

The next moment.

The spear tore through the sky, suddenly striking the ground, Fang Che aligned with the spear, retracting the force right as it hit the ground, causing both man and spear to bounce high into the air!

Flying dragon in the sky!

In the air, Fang Che's body stretched to the limit, the spear thrusting out fiercely.

The spear tip pointed directly at the cave.

An irresistible spear intent burst forth instantaneously.

Nothing could prevent its advance!

Fang Che was about to change forms when suddenly his pupils constricted, and his expression changed dramatically.

Beside him, Dong Changfeng's face also changed.

Because, just as Fang Che put his entire being into launching this perfect spear, the spear intent at the cave's entrance sensed this almost identical intent, and suddenly there was a soft hum.

A long spear suddenly materialized in the void at the cave's entrance, coming forth as if flying.

Crossing the void, it intersected with the spear intent Fang Che released.

The two spear intents emitted a resonant, jubilant sound in the air, like old friends reunited after thousands of years.

Embracing, cheering, rejoicing.

Then the spear intents twirled and dissipated together in the air.

Yet glancing back at the cave entrance, the spear intent had grown slightly denser.

Dong Changfeng's eyes widened to the extreme.

Almost popping out of their sockets.

Thus, the spear intent in Fang Che's chest suddenly dispersed as he landed.

The Jinshe Spear emitted a trembling hiss, filled with joy.

Though wielded by this ant it felt unable to fully exert its power, felt somewhat stifled, yet each form made it feel completely stretched.

Entirely at ease!

While in its master's hand, it could also stretch, but never as thoroughly as today.

"Please instruct me, senior."

Fang Che respectfully said.

Dong Changfeng didn't speak, instead, he closed his eyes, recalling every subtle movement Fang Che made.

How the waist turned, how the spine coordinated, how the neck moved, the position of the toes, the pressure on the heel, the force distribution on the soles, the adjustment of each part in relation to the whole body...

He could feel that a door that had troubled him all his life was slowly opening a sliver.

For a long while.

Dong Changfeng opened his eyes, his gaze complicated.

"Thank you!"

Dong Changfeng said solemnly.

Inwardly, he couldn't help but sigh, feeling something indescribable.

The Jinshe Spear, which he had taught countless youths here to comprehend, opening the door to Martial Arts for them, letting them truly understand the spear as a weapon.

Today, he finally learned something. This one occasion also opened another door for him, truly allowing him to re-understand the spear in some way.

It was as if a cycle, a reincarnation.

This moment reached perfection. As if the mysterious will of the heavens still existed.

Fang Che was silent for a moment, then smiled, "A senior indeed is a senior!"

Dong Changfeng's rugged face was full of seriousness, "It has nothing to do with status, truth is truth. One must give thanks for favors received."

He nodded solemnly, "Your name is Fang Che, I will remember it!"

Fang Che smiled, "The Jinshe Spear is truly excellent."

Dong Changfeng laughed heartily, "Indeed, the Jinshe Spear is truly excellent."

He reached out and grabbed the Jinshe Spear, "This place is yours."

Then turned and left.

After walking ten steps, he suddenly turned back and smiled, "I can no longer teach you anything about the spear, but I can tell you, sitting here to comprehend is useless, just take that last move, don't change it, continuously thrust towards the cave entrance."