Gao Wu: If this BOSS isn't nerfed, is it even playable?

Chapter 53: The Thousand Strikes Were Not in Vain, the True Meaning of the Spear Was Finally Acquired

Lin Ye was stunned!

This amazing strike was the ultimate display of his superb marksmanship!
Having successfully stabbed, Chen Meng flicked his wrist, causing the gun to shudder violently!
With a crisp sound, countless cracks instantly appeared on the hard chest armor of the alloy dummy, centered on the small hole that had been pierced!

Immediately afterwards, Chen Meng withdrew his gun and retreated, changing his stance from thrusting to sweeping.

The spear drew a perfect crescent arc in his hand, whistling through the air, and struck the dummy hard in the waist!

boom! ! !
With a dull thud, the alloy dummy, weighing hundreds of kilograms, was sent flying into the air by this sweeping blow, flying several meters backward!
Lin Ye felt a chill run down his spine.

He could tell that Chen Meng was currently controlling his blood and qi output and cultivation level to be similar to his own.

But once these two moves were made...

He instantly felt that there was an insurmountable chasm between him and his teacher!
In staff techniques, there is also a horizontal sweeping motion.

However, he could never unleash the terrifying power of Chen Meng.

After the specially made dummy fell to the ground, it bounced up instantly, and Chen Meng and the other dummy stood up again.

The spear in his hand transformed into countless phantom images, stretching endlessly across the sky.

He demonstrated every single movement of the marksmanship to Lin Ye.

Every movement was extremely simple, yet ruthless to the extreme!

Lin Ye stared intently at the teacher's every move.

Write down every detail.

Gradually, Lin Ye felt somewhat dazed.

He seemed to see a ray of light tearing through the dark clouds.

A bolt of lightning that cleaved through a thousand armies!

Piercing through the clouds and breaking through the enemy lines!

The name of this marksmanship is so apt and so imposing!
When the final movement was completed, Chen Meng had already sheathed his gun and stood upright, the tip of the gun steadily resting in front of the dummy's dented throat, without the slightest deviation.

The once incredibly sturdy alloy dummy was now completely deformed, its body covered with horrifying holes and dents.

This damage was caused by a wooden gun!
Lin Ye let out a long sigh of relief.

too strong!
Chen Meng casually tossed the wooden gun, and it landed precisely on the weapon rack in the corner.

Then, he picked up a very ordinary alloy rod from the side and tossed it to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye caught it instinctively, his face full of confusion.

Chen Meng's lips curled into a cold smile.

"What? You don't actually think you can use a gun just because you've seen it twice, do you?"

"Your basic stick fighting skills are very good; you've already developed muscle memory for it."

"If I let you use a gun now, you will only subconsciously use stick moves, which are similar in form but not in spirit."

"You will now use a staff, but my requirement is that you must maintain the essence of your original staff technique while interpreting the essence of the spear technique I just taught you."

"Only when what you hold in your hand is a stick, but what I see is a gun, will you have truly entered the field."

"Then you can touch the gun again."

After saying that, Chen Meng ignored him and turned to walk out of the training room.

He knew that this fundamental shift in ideology was the most painful and agonizing process.

He had seen too many students who, due to a last-minute change of weapons, ended up with something that was neither fish nor fowl.

This hurdle can only be overcome by Lin Ye himself through understanding and practice.

In the empty training room, only Lin Ye and the tattered alloy dummy remained.

He gripped the alloy rod in his hand, closed his eyes, and replayed every detail of Chen Meng's demonstration in his mind over and over again.

After a long while, he opened his eyes.

He moved another dummy over from the side and then began his practice.

He imitated Chen Meng, stepping forward, twisting his waist, and thrusting his shoulder forward, forcefully thrusting out the long staff!

However, when the stick struck the dummy, it only produced a dull thud and left a faint white spot.

The power is completely scattered.

He then tried to combine his familiar heavy stick technique with the thrusting motion of a gun.

The result was even more awkward.

The entire movement was sluggish and dull; it was neither a stick nor a gun, becoming a ridiculous, hybrid mess.

Lin Ye was not discouraged.

If it doesn’t work once, try ten times.

If ten times isn't enough, try a hundred!

...Night fell.

It had been a long time since school ended, and the noisy campus had fallen silent.

During this time, Lin Ye made a phone call to his mother to tell her that he was training at school.

They became completely immersed in practice and reflection.

In the training room, the dull thuds of blows and heavy breathing echoed tirelessly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Two hours.

Three hours.

When Chen Meng returned, the scene he saw through the glass window of the training room made his eyes light up.

The floor of the training room was already soaked, with Lin Ye at the center!

That was all sweat!

Lin Ye, however, continued to tirelessly repeat the same action—stabbing.

This is the most basic and core movement in marksmanship.

Chen Meng remained silent, simply standing in the shadows outside the door, quietly observing.

He noticed that Lin Ye's every strike with the stick was still somewhat clumsy.

but……

I don't know when it started, but the sound of the stick tip cutting through the air has changed!

No longer the dull whistling of the wind.

Instead, it's a sharp, cutting sound!

He saw the long staff in Lin Ye's hand. With each thrust, the staff was taut and straight, with all the power precisely concentrated on the tip of the staff!
Although its power is far from comparable to his, that "intention," that "spear intention" that concentrates all power into one point, forging ahead and breaking through everything, has already begun to take shape!

Chen Meng's eyes shone with undisguised admiration!

This kid...

All that practice with the stick wasn't for nothing!

The path of martial arts is one of perseverance, like water dripping on stone.

You have worked hard and shed sweat.

Ultimately, it will all come back to you in ways you never expected.

He had thought it would take Lin Ye at least three or four days to change his mindset from stick to gun.

Then one enters the realm of "formal resemblance" in marksmanship.

But he only needed three or four hours to reach the entry level of the form-like realm.

Chen Meng knew that all Lin Ye might be missing was an opportunity to reach the Unity Realm!

Chen Meng pushed open the door and entered.

"Stop!"

Chen Meng's voice boomed like thunder, echoing in the empty training room.

Lin Ye's movements came to an abrupt halt. He slowly turned around, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping from his chin onto the ground.

"teacher."

"I taught you for over three hours, and this is the stuff you've produced?"

Chen Meng stepped forward, kicked aside the scattered alloy parts on the ground, and reprimanded them without any politeness:

"What I'm teaching you is marksmanship for killing, not a fire poker for poking holes in the window!"

"I could go outside and catch a pig right now to teach it, and it would probably know everything by now. Why are you still stuck here, like a wooden stake, not moving at all!"

He launched into a tirade of abuse.

Every word was ruthless.

But after he finished cursing, he snatched the alloy rod that Lin Ye had been holding so tightly that it was burning hot, and took it himself.

"Look carefully, your problem is here!"

Chen Meng shrugged, and the tip of the stick instantly struck a dent in the dummy's chest.

"The power from your waist and hips is disconnected from the power from your arms! There's a difference of a fraction of a second! It's that fraction of a second that caused 80% of your power to dissipate halfway through!"

"And this is another move! After striking with the stick, you must have explosive power! It's a probing move; if the first strike misses, immediately change your move, instead of wasting your strength like a fool!"

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