Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe-Chapter 38 - 31: Wandering Dragon 2
There was no deafening roar, no brilliant flash of light—only the subtle, sickening sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh.
Three ugly green heads, their faces frozen in disbelief, flew into the air at almost the same instant.
Scalding, dark-green blood erupted from their severed necks like geysers.
Shi Potian’s thunderous strike acted as an anchor, instantly steadying the students’ crumbling defensive line.
They instinctively began to rally around Shi Potian. Following Chu Lan’s orders, they quickly tightened their formation, creating defensive circles of four. Though shaky, the circles held.
The battle, which had begun as a rout, gradually stabilized.
...
"Nice assist!"
Nearby, a male student, nearly overwhelmed by two Green-skins, watched as one that was about to flank him had its ankle expertly "hooked" by a spear thrust from the side by Qin Feng.
The Green-skin lost its balance instantly. It stumbled, and its massive body fell right toward him, completely blocking the other Green-skin’s line of attack.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the student roared, "Nice assist!" and thrust his longsword straight through the heart of the stumbling Green-skin.
"A great block!"
In another squad, a female student was about to be struck by a huge broadaxe. She had already squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact.
But the searing pain she expected never came. All she heard was a sharp CLANG.
She opened her eyes to find that Qin Feng had somehow moved to stand in front and to her side. The Long Spear in his hands was like a solid barrier, steadily parrying the fatal blow. The shaft of the spear didn’t even tremble.
Every move Qin Feng made was calm, unhurried, and perfectly executed.
The Long Spear in his hands seemed to have a life of its own.
Sometimes it struck like a viper from its den, thrusting from impossible angles between enemy attacks, leaving wounds on the Green-skins that, while not fatal, were enough to slow them down.
Other times, it moved like a nimble fish, the shaft constantly parrying and deflecting, guiding enemy attacks into empty air or toward their own comrades, sowing chaos in their ranks.
Every attack, every defense—he made it all look so calm, so effortless.
He embodied the very essence of the ’Wandering Dragon’.
Achieving the greatest tactical effect with the minimum expenditure of energy.
This was the true essence of the Thousand Army Spear: a spearmanship style created for the meat grinder of large-scale, protracted battles!
"Qin Feng, left flank! That thing’s breaking through!"
Qian Duoduo roared himself hoarse. His massive body was like a moving fortress wall, and every swing of his heavy hammer created a vicious, howling wind, brutally smashing any Green-skin that dared approach into a mess of broken bones.
But there were too many Green-skins.
He had just smashed one away when another Green-skin roared and broke through his defensive perimeter. It raised its rusted cleaver high, bringing it down on Qin Feng’s unguarded back.
Qin Feng didn’t even turn around.
The Alloy Long Spear in his hand, a seamless extension of his body, whipped backward in a powerful block, moving after the attack but arriving first.
"CLANG!"
The piercingly clear sound of metal on metal rang out across the chaotic battlefield.
The deadly cleaver was parried perfectly by the spear’s shaft.
Riding the force of the rebound, Qin Feng spun like a top, and his Long Spear transformed into a soul-stealing silver streak. The spear struck like a dragon!
He was using only the most basic, unadorned techniques from the Thousand Army Spear.
Besieged by three Green-skins, his figure moved like a butterfly flitting through flowers, constantly shifting, dodging, and weaving.
Unlike Shi Potian, he didn’t pursue the ultimate destructive power of a one-hit kill.
His strength and speed were not considered top-tier among his classmates. A single thrust of his spear couldn’t even fully pierce the hide and muscle of the stronger Green-skins.
But his application of timing, distance, and force had reached a state of perfection.
A Green-skin swung its broadaxe down from above.
Qin Feng neither dodged nor evaded. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of his spear jabbed upward from an exceedingly awkward angle.
"Tap!"
The jab landed squarely on the Green-skin’s wrist.
The Green-skin felt a piercing pain shoot up from its wrist. Its fingers loosened involuntarily, and the heavy broadaxe dropped to the ground with a CLANG.
Another Green-skin swept in from the side, aiming for his lower body.
Qin Feng’s footwork shifted as he pressed the shaft of his spear down in a light ’parry’.
This parry looked effortless, but it contained the exquisite force described by the principle of ’using four ounces to move a thousand pounds’.
He didn’t try to meet the massive force of the sweep head-on. Instead, he followed its momentum, gently guiding it with the spearhead. The powerful blow grazed his pant leg, striking nothing but air.
"ROAR!"
Seeing their prolonged assault yielding no results, two more Green-skins were drawn to the fight and charged in, roaring.
Five Green-skins charged simultaneously from five different directions, completely sealing off any space for Qin Feng to evade.
"Qin Feng!"
Qian Duoduo’s face paled in horror. He wanted to provide support, but he was pinned down by his own opponent and couldn’t get away.
In that hair’s-breadth moment, Qin Feng’s gaze sharpened.
He took a deep breath, his feet planted as if rooted to the ground. The Alloy Long Spear in his hands blurred into motion, instantly forming an impenetrable, circular barrier of shimmering silver light.
