Chapter 58 of 100

Chapter 58

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After all, Lin Sha was already a mid-level Mingjin expert. Practicing the Great Spear Stance could complement his fist techniques, and naturally, he could also apply his understanding of fist techniques to his spear techniques!

At this moment, he wielded a long military spear, filled with an unstoppable ferocity and strength. Each thrust produced a whistling sound, fully displaying his Mingjin-level prowess!

To verify the practical use of the spear techniques he had practiced, whenever he made some progress or gained some insights, he would gather a few trusted soldiers, each holding a standard hard wooden rod with a cloth wrapped at the tip, and start sparring.

Indeed, the Great Spear Stance proved to be extremely effective.

At the beginning, the few sparring partners formed a loose spear formation, thrusting wildly. As a result, Lin Sha was pierced like a sieve as soon as he assumed a pose.

As he gradually became more familiar, his wooden rod moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, swinging left and right with fierce power. The sparring soldiers were no match for him, and nearly a dozen of them struggled to even get close to him.

No wonder ancient spear masters were known to be able to fight a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand enemies. Once they mastered the strength, it hardly consumed much of their energy, allowing them to fight for long periods. Their skills and combat effectiveness far surpassed those of ordinary soldiers, making them stand out on the battlefield and leave a deep impression.

Lin Sha was still a beginner, only just entering the realm of spear techniques. If not for his reliance on his internal family boxing Mingjin strength, using his fist techniques to enhance his spear techniques, he wouldn't have been able to achieve such power in such a short time. He might still be diligently practicing horse stances and spear thrusts.

Sometimes, when he got into the spirit of practice, he would ride a small Yunnan horse around the camp, feeling the excitement of ancient cavalry charging into battle. Of course, this often drew cold ridicule and hot sarcasm from those who were dissatisfied.

For a whole month, Lin Sha stayed in the camp, not leaving except for necessary camp duties. He spent all his other time practicing fist techniques and the Great Spear Stance.

Eating well, sleeping well, and free from worries, combined with the experience from his previous lives, his fist techniques quickly advanced to the late Mingjin stage, just one step away from the peak!

At this point, his Great Spear Stance had also reached the beginner level, allowing him to easily control the spear. He could easily take on a dozen or more sparring partners, and even on a small Yunnan horse, he looked quite the part.

At this time, the weapons he had specially commissioned from the military craftsmen were delivered. It was a standard long spear made of white waxwood, with excellent flexibility and elasticity, fully capable of showcasing the results of his month of spear practice.

He also received two double-sectioned iron rods, each about two-thirds of a meter long. This was a weapon he was familiar with from his previous life, and it was very powerful in melee combat. Those who were not as skilled or did not have a proficient weapon routine were almost certain to be defeated, no matter how many came.

The two iron rods were connected by a fine steel chain, and there were slots at the connection points. When needed, the two iron rods could be quickly connected to form a single heavy iron rod, weighing about twenty pounds. The power when swung was immense, making it an absolute weapon for melee combat!

With all his weapons ready, what was there to wait for?

Calling his personal guards to follow, on a morning a month later, he rode his small Yunnan horse, striding proudly and confidently, heading to Kunming City to avenge his previous defeat!

If you asked him why he didn't practice for a longer time, at least until his fist and spear techniques were on par before seeking revenge?

Lin Sha couldn't wait that long!

As the saying goes, "a year for the saber, a month for the stick, a lifetime for the spear," which shows how difficult it is to practice the spear, and even more so to master it!

Although Lin Sha had lived through three lifetimes, in terms of mentality, he was still a young man full of vigor.

In his first life, he fought in underground boxing matches, always on the brink of life and death, never daring to relax. He spent his days improving his boxing and martial arts, with his nerves always taut, barely having time to breathe. It was a hard and simple life!

In his second life in the world of Wong Fei-hung, it was even simpler. Apart from the initial efforts to solve the financial and militia problems of the Baozhi Clinic, he spent most of his time practicing internal family boxing and fighting with his justice-driven master. It was an exciting and simple life.

In this life, he had only been in this world for less than a year, and influenced by the original body's memories, he still maintained the young man's fiery and quick-to-act personality. After his humiliating defeat at the Yangwei Martial Arts Hall, he naturally wanted to reclaim his honor as soon as possible!

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Yangwei Martial Arts Hall

"Master Xiong, come out and greet your guest! I'm here to challenge you again!"

Lin Sha had just dismounted and handed the reins to a disciple at the entrance when he shouted before even entering.

The martial arts hall was in a commotion, and soon the hall master, Xiong, and a group of disciples came out with black faces.

"Sir, it's been a month, and you still look as spirited as ever..."

Seeing Lin Sha approaching with a long spear, Xiong immediately knew what was coming and forced a smile.

"Ha, Master Xiong, no need for formalities. I've been practicing the spear for a month and can't wait to seek your guidance. I hope you won't blame me!"

Lin Sha acted as if they were old friends and followed Xiong into the main hall of the martial arts hall.

"Wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare..."

Xiong's smile was extremely strained, and he inwardly groaned, wondering why this man kept targeting their Yangwei Martial Arts Hall. Wasn't this just causing trouble?

Winning would mean endless纠缠, and losing would be a blow to their reputation. It was a losing proposition either way.

"Hehe, no need for more talk, let's settle it with our skills!"

Lin Sha chuckled, fully aware of Xiong's frustration, but he didn't care. If you opened a martial arts hall, you had to be prepared for challenges.

Again, it was the small square in front of the main hall. The disciples, excited by the prospect of a good show, surrounded the training area, leaving no room for anyone to pass.

"Sir, shall we follow the old rules and start with hand-to-hand combat before using weapons?"

Xiong, with no choice, mustered his spirit and adjusted his state to the best, ready to face the difficult opponent from the Yunnan army.

"Let's go straight to the weapons. In hand-to-hand combat, you're no match for me!"

Lin Sha lightly flicked his wrist, and the white waxwood spear, with the spearhead removed, bent and twisted, drawing a strange arc in the air.

"Sir, aren't you looking down on me too much!"

Xiong's face turned pale with anger, but he didn't want to lose face in front of everyone. He raised his hands, which were rough and black from years of practicing the Iron Sand Palm, and looked at Lin Sha with a displeased expression.

Lin Sha smiled slightly and said nothing. He parted the crowd and walked to a sandbag hanging from a wooden pole, weighing over a hundred pounds. He took a deep breath, shouted, and punched the sandbag. The heavy sandbag swung backward and spun a full 360 degrees around the wooden pole...

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