You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 7: Gunpoint Piercing Armor
Thud! Thud! Bang! Clang!
The wooden spear tips clashed like tigers and crocodiles biting each other. Wang Guanjia held the wooden spear with its sharp edge exposed. He aimed at Jiang Qiu's chest, neck, and nose with every stab and sweep. He was high above everyone else, with overwhelming power!

The swift attack created gusts of wind and waves, blowing Jiang Qiu's hair on his forehead and making his arms numb. It was obvious that Wang Guanjia had not only mastered the ancient martial arts spear skills, but also had further growth in physical strength. In the past few years, he had not simply been doing basic training to strengthen his body!

Seeing that Wang Guanjia had the upper hand, Li Xueming sighed inwardly: "Wang Guanjia's father is a teacher in the school's resource department. He has a good status and some capital. He might even be able to get official martial arts resources to train his body. I'm afraid that Wang Guanjia's physical fitness is not much worse than that of some outstanding students.

Jiang Qiu was born in a shanty town and is an orphan. It's hard to say whether he can afford meat. How dare he compete with him? "

With a sigh so low that it reached the dust, everyone's eyes dimmed, as if they had seen the end.

Even though they are not actually the same kind of people, the moment Qian Cheng was able to get the quota, everything changed. The unfair list was still weighing on their heads, and no one was willing to submit.

Since I didn't dare to resist, I wanted to see someone break the injustice, at least someone who could defeat any random candidate on the list. This was the purest expectation from the bottom of my heart.

But the whistling sound of the gun tip breaking through the wind in their ears almost cut off the last bit of their unreal thoughts.

At this moment, Zhao Gongzheng remained silent, with a gleam of light brewing on his thick glasses. Wu Shan narrowed his right eyelid, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

How come Jiang Qiu's defense was so impenetrable, but Wang Guanjia was getting more and more anxious?
Swah——

The tip of the spear swept past Jiang Qiu's chest three inches away. The cold wind penetrated his clothes and entered his body. He took two steps back, and his heels landed on the ground, his lower body as steady as an old pine tree.

In an instant, the fire reached its peak, and an unprecedented murderous intent flashed in Wang Guanjia's eyes. Almost subconsciously, he handed over the gun and chased after him, the muscles in his arms were tautly twisted, and his face was as ferocious as a mad tiger!
It’s impossible to stay in a stalemate with me for that long!
impossible!

This is impossible--

With a roar in his heart, the wooden spear pierced through the air with a whoosh. All his strength was concentrated on the rotating tip of the spear, determined to break Jiang Qiu's throat!
Hesitation, daze, anger, killing!

At this moment, students such as Li Xueming and Hu Yeye widened their eyes and their heartbeats skipped a beat. Wu Shan also frowned and clenched his fists. The inspection team following Zhao Gongzheng all had cold expressions.

Call ~
Imperceptibly, a wisp of fresh air rushed into Jiang Qiu's nostrils. He did not move from his horse stance. He turned his waist sideways, and the wooden spear rushed into his eyeballs, while the end of the spear twisted by his right wrist was pushed out.

The spear tip rose high from the empty left hand, and the sudden burst of force was like a dragon soaring into the sky.

The basic moves of ancient martial arts spearmanship - blocking, grabbing and stabbing with the spear!
Since you are in a hurry, it’s my turn to attack!

boom!
The two rotating spear heads collided with each other, one above and the other below, as if a tiger was pouncing on a rising dragon. A sneer appeared on Wang Guanjia's lips. His strength was the best among the eight classes. He only needed to take advantage of the opportunity to shake the spear and it would surely fly away!
However, suddenly, a force like a flood rushing against a mountain rebounded from the gun barrel. The corners of his mouth sank, his heart trembled, and his standing posture with his hands raised suddenly shook, but the tip of the gun still rushed forward.

click-

The cracking sound of the extreme wooden pole was woven out like a spider web, and the wooden spear in Jiang Qiu's hand drilled through the wooden spear tip of Crown Armor like a rotten wood, as if a diamond drill drilled through the head of the inferior wooden pole, tearing it into pieces!
The fierce attack in his eyes was like a cold spear reflected in the water, and the muscles in his body were like a towel that had been wrung out of water. All the strength was compressed between his palms and burst out from the front end of the wooden spear!

The bright force breaks the wind and the tip of the spear pierces the armor!
Whoosh—the raised wooden spear tip hit three inches between Wang Guanjia’s eyebrows. The bone-piercing force was like an ice needle piercing into his forehead. His full head of black hair flew backwards, and his two suddenly shrunken tiger eyes were round and trembling with fear.

Ta-da-da.
The broken gun barrels fell to the ground along with the wooden fragments. The training hall was as quiet as if there was no wind. The arms that were tightly gripping the gun barrels were numb, and the students' hearts were trembling and their pupils were dazed.

Wu Shan, who had just taken half a step, stood there in a daze, watching the tip of the wooden spear in Jiang Qiu's hand break through the wooden spear of Wang Guanjia and whiz to within three inches of his forehead.

The members of the inspection team bounced their fingers. The light reflected on Zhao Gongzheng's glasses was clear and bright. The corners of his mouth lifted up, breaking the silence: "Well, well, well, such a talented student can appear in an ordinary class. He can penetrate armor with a spear tip and has realized the actual combat application of Ming Jin. He deserves the training of the school.

Jiang Qiu, I can approve an extra quota for you as an outstanding student. You have a chance to enter Northwestern Wuhan University."

Jiang Qiu calmly took back the wooden spear and clasped his fists in greeting: "Thank you, Director Zhao. I will live up to your expectations!"

Sure enough, only by proving one's potential and value can one be valued and get enough attention.

In the Northwest, what is more convincing than words is fighting!

Without the help of a powerful opponent like Crown Armor to fully demonstrate my abilities, how can I make a splash? And how can I swallow the humiliation of not being on the list?
Qian Cheng grabbed the spot, so be it. All I want is the spot and opportunity that belongs to me. From now on, I have a long way to go.

If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life, even if it will offend some people.
"Okay," Zhao Gongzheng patted his right shoulder gently and smiled: "Your muscles are very solid, but your body is still not strong enough. After you are certified as an excellent student, eat more meat in the cafeteria."

"Okay, thank you Director Zhao for your concern."

Jiang Qiu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his sharpness disappeared with the smile. He looked like the student who usually stood at the end of the line, but he was no longer inconspicuous.

The students watching the game have focused all their attention on him, with unprecedented respect and admiration in their eyes and their wet fists clenched tightly.

The tip of a gun pierces armor, an adjective that is both distant and imminent. I never thought that a classmate would get this evaluation.

That is no longer a realm that can be achieved with the accumulation of martial arts resources. Without the stimulation of actual combat training and the blowing of martial arts talent, how can one fully comprehend the power of spearmanship - the tip of the spear piercing armor!
Even Wang Guanjia, who ranked first among the top eight classes, was merely described as "three points of powerful strength" by Wu Shan.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but glance at Wang Guanjia who was standing there in a daze. His pale face had dry blue lips, and his eyes were still buzzing and trembling. His expression had faded. "He's obviously not as strong as me, and his spear skills are not better than mine, so why has he completely mastered the spear tip to penetrate armor?"

The last word came out of the corner of his mouth, and his heart fell with a thump, like a mirror falling on the concrete floor.

At this moment, there were two footsteps, and another person walked out with a gun. The steps were heavy, but the voice was crisp: "Director Zhao, Liu Zili, a student from Class 8, please come and try the third person on the qualification list - Qian Cheng!"

(End of this chapter)