High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 74 A Thousand Armies Surrounding Us
"Clang clang clang clang clang clang!"

Qin Feng was completely forced into a passive defensive posture.

The spear in his hand, under his command, transformed into an impenetrable curtain of gunfire.

The spear tip points, thrusts, flicks, and parries; the spear shaft blocks, parries, intercepts, and sweeps.

He pushed all the basic defensive moves in "Thousand Army Spears" to their limits.

He used the "Dragon's Flight" movement technique, but it was no longer simply to create distance. Instead, he maneuvered and shifted within a small space, constantly adjusting his center of gravity and defensive angle in coordination with the changes in his spear technique, in order to deflect the terrifying force contained in each of Sun He's attacks with minimal cost.

Maintain distance!

When suppressed to the limit, one must precisely control the distance between oneself and the opponent, preventing the opponent from getting too close, nor allowing the opponent to pull one out of a range where one cannot defend.

Qin Feng fought with great gusto.

Over the next ten days, he was brutally defeated by more than four hundred senior students in various ways. Each crushing defeat was like a profound lesson.

He was already used to this rhythm of fighting for survival under extreme pressure.

His mind was completely clear at that moment, and all his energy was focused on the pure offense and defense in front of him.

Sun He's staff technique seemed to slow down in his eyes.

He could clearly detect the slight tremors in the shoulder muscles with each exertion of force by his opponent; he could predict the trajectory and landing point of the opponent's short stick swing; and he could sense the strongest and weakest points of force in each of his opponent's attacks.

Just before the opponent's short stick was about to fall, his long spear would always appear in the most appropriate position as if by magic, deflecting the ferocious attack in the most tricky angle and with the least effort.

A mysterious and profound feeling quietly sprouted in his heart.

"Defense is not simply about blocking."

"It's about relieving pressure, guiding, and leveraging momentum."

"A gun is not just a weapon for attacking, but also an extension of my body and a bulwark of my will."

"My surroundings are my domain. Within this domain, wherever the spear's shadow reaches, all is my land."

"His marksmanship is like a net, and his movements are like a fish."

"His marksmanship is unpredictable and effortless, like the movement of an arm or finger. His gunfire is impenetrable, like a thousand troops surrounding him, making it impossible for any enemy to get in!"

"At the same time, his movements were fluid and agile, his footwork and spear techniques were integrated into one, moving as he pleased!"

"This is... the protection of a thousand troops!"

Epiphany!

Under Sun He's relentless and intense pressure, Qin Feng finally broke through the last barrier in his understanding of the third killing move of "Thousand Army Spear" - "Thousand Army Guard".

hum-

The spear in his hand seemed to emit a slight hum.

The next moment, his entire defensive posture underwent a qualitative change.

If he was like a rock struggling to hold on in a storm, then...

So now he has become an absolute defensive barrier that completely isolates the storm from the outside.

His marksmanship was no longer stiff in the slightest.

Every block seemed perfectly timed and perfectly natural.

Sun He's attack, though clearly more powerful and faster, was easily neutralized by his gun barrage, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Moreover, Qin Feng's spear tip began to carry a subtle hint of counterattack during the gaps in his defense.

That was no longer a passive parry, but rather parrying while simultaneously redirecting the opponent's force to the side and using the momentum to push the tip of one's spear towards the opponent's open space.

The balance of power has quietly shifted.

Sun He was finding it increasingly difficult to fight back.

He felt as if he were attacking a rapidly spinning, spiked iron ball.

Every attack he made was deflected by his opponent in an extremely ingenious way, and he was even used against his opponent by his own force, which then threatened him in return.

His prized close-range suppression was gradually driven out of its effective attack range by Qin Feng's brand-new defensive system.

He simply couldn't break through that seemingly thin but actually impenetrable barrage of gunfire!
"This guy……!"

Sun He was horrified.

But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran, and immediately adjusted his strategy.

He no longer pursued close-range kills against Qin Feng, but instead poured all his power into every attack, abandoning all technique and using only the purest, absolute power to ruthlessly crush him.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Each clash between the short stick and the long spear produced a heavy, battering ram-like sound.

Although Qin Feng had mastered the "Thousands of Troops Surrounding" technique, his skills were no less than Sun He's, and he even surpassed him in the sophistication of his defense. However, the enormous gap in vitality between them was something that skill alone could not completely bridge.

With each head-on parry, a terrifying force, impossible to completely dissipate, surged wildly into his arms along the gun barrel.

His hand started to feel numb.

The muscles were screaming in agony.

The bones seemed to be trembling.

He gritted his teeth and, with his indomitable will, persevered.

One minute……

One minute and ten seconds...

One minute and twenty seconds...

"Crack!"

A soft tearing sound rang out.

Qin Feng felt a heart-wrenching pain in the web of his right hand, and could no longer hold the spear.

The alloy spear flew out of his hand.

The tiger's mouth of both hands had been blown open and was full of blood.

The outcome has been decided.

Sun He's figure closed in instantly, and a short stick lightly tapped Qin Feng's chest.

【End of battle】

[Winner: Sun He]

Time taken: 1 minute 22 seconds

He left the arena, and his consciousness returned to reality.

Qin Feng's face showed no sign of frustration, but rather was filled with the joy of sudden enlightenment.

A thousand troops guarded it.

He finally grasped the essence of this killing move.

[You've mastered the ultimate move: A Thousand Armies Surround You]

[Thousand-Army Spear Proficiency Increased by 2000 Points]

[Killing Technique: Thousand Army Spear (Mastery)]

[Proficiency: 4320/10000]

Qin Feng was pleasantly surprised to find that his proficiency with the Thousand Army Spear had reached over 4300 points.

I'm only a little over halfway to perfection.

This epiphany was a huge step forward.

"To obtain the Qiming General Star, one must at least possess a perfect killing technique; no, even one technique is not enough."

Qin Feng pondered in his heart.

There are already senior students in the second year of high school who have mastered the killing techniques. Those senior students in the third year of high school must be even stronger, and may even have mastered multiple killing techniques.

"It's too long, I'll stop thinking about it now."

Qin Feng shook his head, his consciousness re-entering the subspace network, entering his private domain, and beginning the matching process!
Meanwhile, in his private student dormitory, Sun He also logged out of the subspace network.

His eyes held a complex expression that defied description.

"Ten days."

"Ten days ago, he could only last 32 seconds under my thumb."

"Ten days later, he lasted 1 minute and 22 seconds."

Sun He couldn't help but swear.

"Grass."

"He's a fucking monster."

"In terms of skills, Qin Feng is on par with me, and even his understanding of defense is more profound than mine."

"Now all that's left is the difference in pure physical attributes."

"This rate of progress is too fast."

Sun He felt a deep sense of emotion.

(End of this chapter)