Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 45: Learning Spear Technique
"This - - "
Zhou Fan could not express his feelings right now, which was obvious he was currently stunned by the existence of the book in his hands.
Although this book has been very shabby with faded paper, it does not make the contents in it reduced. In it explains about a spear technique as well as with the history of its creation.
Wind Spear
Those two words were clearly engraved on the first page of the book. When he took a further look, Zhou Fan was able to estimate just how powerful the spear technique that consisted of these few moves was.
But when reading the history of the creation of the technique, a dark history made Zhou Fan's eyes closed.
It was unexpected, such a great technique was created due to accident. And back then the creator of this technique was in a cornered situation, he was surrounded by many of his enemies.
With a spear in his hand he attacked brutally, he had involuntarily made random movements that kept repeating. When concentrating the power within, a whirling wind tornado destroyed all of its opponents.
Hundreds of lives floated in his hands, from that second the spear technique was named 'Wind Spear Technique'.
Zhou Fan stood up and observed the spear in his left hand. Along with that the old beggar returned with some fruit.
"Catch her!"
The old man threw the fruit towards Zhou Fan and was perfectly captured by him.
"Don't be too insistent, you won't be able to understand it for a few days. Even I need two weeks to create wind energy on the cutting edge, if you can do it in one month, it's still genius." The old beggar bit the apple in his hand, he glanced at Zhou Fan who was still seriously looking at the book as well as the spear in turn.
"What if I can master it in a few days?" Zhou Fan smiled meaningfully, as if challenging the old beggar.
The old beggar kept the apple away from his mouth, looking at Zhou Dan with a look of disbelief. "Heh... That's not gonna happen."
"If you can do it, I'll give you my storage ring." The old beggar raised his finger, revealing a shining golden ring.
Zhou Fan squinted, indeed what this old beggar had, even if there was a little precious item it was very very lucky.
Seeing Zhou Fan's hesitation, the old beggar smiled sinisterly. "Hey... You don't judge by appearance, let me show you what's in it."
Zhou Fan was unmoved in his place, looking forward to what the old man before him would show.
Shing's...
A beam of white light flashed dazzlingly into the view, Zhou Fan involuntarily closed his eyes.
When it opened, he saw countless herbs in front of him. Not only that, it is a rare herb with a lifespan of decades.
There were still dozens of pill bottles lying among the herbs, Zhou Fan was no longer able to say a word, his gaze could not shift from the object in front of him.
This was definitely a priceless fortune, even the one his teacher gave him was still inferior when compared to the contents of the old beggar ring.
Who exactly was this old beggar, why could he have so many precious items. It can't be just ordinary people.
"If you can do it faster than me, then all of this will be yours." The old beggar pulled the ring back.
Zhou Fan who had been pensive, upon hearing the old beggar's offer immediately nodded. "Senior, you have said. A man will not take back what has been said."
The old beggar smiled, he did not even seem to be burdened by the threat of losing everything he had.
This made Zhou Fan even more confused. But the young man put away all the thoughts that were spinning in his mind, the most important thing now was to get stronger.
Zhou Fan placed his book on a stone, he took some distance and immediately trained the "Wind Spear Technique".
But training 'Wind Spear Technique' is not an easy matter, he must try to balance the movement of hands and feet so that when swinging the spear can reap the appropriate results.
Time passed by, not feeling like the day had changed.
Zhou Fan who was still training did not give up even after failing to do so. Demonstrating the 'Wind Spear Technique' was not the same as the 'Sword God Technique', apart from the two means used, there was a huge difference between the two.
'The 'Wind Spear Technique' was more towards the wind-generated power, while the 'Switch God Technique' was more about movement.
But the characteristics of both are almost similar, very effective to deal with many opponents at once.
"Rest, still one day, if you've mastered it it it'll look pretty awful." The old beggar passed by and left about to find food, leaving Zhou Fan who was still seriously training the 'Wind Spear Technique'
Zhou Fan was desperately trying not only because he wanted to master the 'Wind Spear Technique', he was also eyeing the old beggar bet that if he got it would be very useful to him.
Zhou Fan put down the spear, he grabbed the urn containing water that was not far from its place.
Not for a drink, the young man shakes his head. No doubt his clothes are wet with water. "Very refreshing."
Zhou Fan again grabbed the spear, he would not stop before mastering the spear technique.
As time passed, the bright sky slowly turned dark. The old beggar returned with fruits in each hand.
When he saw that Zhou Fan was still practicing, a faint smile was engraved on his face. "How are you going to solve this problem, I want to see if you can surpass me."
The old beggar walked over without greeting Zhou Fan, he did not want to interfere with the young man's training.
"Grandfather Zen, are you back?" Zhou Fan placed the spear near the book, then walked over to the old beggar.
After a few days together, Zhou Fan found out that the old man looked like a beggar named Zen Yoan.
"Why stop, you give up?" Zen Yoan laughed while displaying a mocking expression.
But Zhou Fan responded lightly, the young man shook his head. "If I give up this easily, my name is not Zhou Fan."
Zen Yoan threw some apples, Zhou Fan caught it and directly ate it.
While eating an apple, Zhou Fan looked at Zen Yoan. He still did not know the extent of this old man's strength, even when asked did not say anything.
Zhou Fan shrugged both shoulders, then returned to his training ground.
Seeing this Zen Yoan narrowed his eyes. 'Don't he want to rest, even I wasn't like him when I was practicing.'
Zhou Fan paid no heed to Zen Yoan's facial expression that seemed to want to say something, the young man painstakingly returned to his practice.
"With those herbs, I can create a tenth level cultivation pill. I must master this technique before the fourteenth day arrives." Zhou Fan pushed the spear, making movements like the ones in the book.
But there was no effect at all, as if it was just an ordinary movement.
Zhou Fan stroked his chin with a smile.
"The harder the challenge, the bigger you get."