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Chapter 58 Unity of Skill and Art
In the meditation room.

"Three blood clotting attempts are indeed a bit tricky, and I can't just stop here."

Wu Ming gripped the Crimson Python Spear, closed his eyes slightly, and flicked the spear in his hand, creating one spear flower after another.

These spear techniques range from sharp and fierce to gentle and smooth like rain. There are many spear movements in the spear techniques, such as thrusting, slashing, stabbing, stabbing, rolling, shaking and entanglement. These spear movements are distinct from each other, and the key to understanding them is the combination of "hardness" and "softness".

At this moment, Wu Ming raised his spear without fear or apprehension, and without even the slightest tension caused by Guo Xiang's breakthrough of the third blood condensation. He was completely calm, his heart as still as water, without a ripple.

He wielded his spear with such abandon that, without realizing it, his moves had lost their fixed structure. One move was the Falling Leaf Spear Technique, the next it was the Rock-Splitting Spear Technique, and then the Wind-Chasing Spear Technique.

Different marksmanship techniques were constantly being used in his hands. As soon as a thought came to mind, he would use whichever move he thought of. These moves were like different systems, some with a fierce approach and some with a smooth approach. Therefore, the connection between them was very awkward. Every transition between the hard and the smooth brought an indescribable sense of discomfort.

however,
As Wu Ming continued to swing his spear, the discomfort caused by the interplay of strength and gentleness gradually disappeared. His spear technique was no longer confined to individual moves or the superficial strength and softness of the movements, but gradually approached a different state.

The spear thrust out, clearly a straight spear of unparalleled strength, yet it also contained a subtle, almost imperceptible, soft force. This soft force intertwined with the strong force, binding it and making it inward, giving the spear a chilling aura.

Swish! Swish! Swish!!!
As the strength and softness gradually merged, Wu Ming's spear movements became increasingly strange. Originally, each thrust of the spear would bring a gust of wind and create a buzzing sound in the air, but gradually, the buzzing sound he created when he swung the spear became less and less, and eventually disappeared without a trace.

He thrust out his spear one thrust after another, but his spear technique became weak and powerless, lacking both fierceness and the soft, intertwined strength. His speed also slowed down, making him look like a beginner who had just started learning spear techniques and was practicing the most basic moves.

Falling Leaf Spear Technique

Stone-Splitting Spear Technique

Wind Chasing Spear Technique

……

The essence of each spear technique gradually disappeared from Wu Ming's mind, and the fixed moves were slowly forgotten. His consciousness entered a state of selflessness. He was unaware of his own existence at some point, and all his thoughts were focused on the spear, rising and falling with the swing of the spear.

Wu Ming felt lightheaded, as if he were no longer a human body, but had transformed into a long spear. He felt as if his whole being had merged into the spear, and he could feel how the force inside the spear spread and penetrated when it received and released force.

at last.

Another thrust of the spear.

Wu Ming suddenly regained consciousness.

He looked at the spear he had thrust out. It was incredibly slow, just a very ordinary horizontal thrust, but within this thrust, the strength of both hardness and softness was combined and contained within, and even his will seemed to be gathered at the tip of the spear.

The spear's edge swept across the quiet room without causing any ripples or even a sound. Although there was no reference point or fixed wooden stake to test the power of this move, Wu Ming's mind was as clear as a mirror. He knew that his skill had already crossed that threshold.

"This is the power of unity."

Wu Ming muttered something to himself, then swung his gun again.

Swish swish!
This time, the spear was swung with three extremely fast thrusts, but between the thrusts, one could only see the sharp spear light flashing past, without feeling the buzzing or vibration of the air. This smoothness, which is hard to describe in words, is far beyond what a mastery of technique can achieve.

"It is indeed very difficult. Without the help of the divine soul, I don't know how long it would take to reach this level."

Wu Ming casually wielded his spear, carefully experiencing the mysteries of the Unity Realm. He felt that every move was incredibly fluid, beyond the reach of words, and had transcended basic spear techniques. He could freely execute the fixed moves of spear techniques, or break free from all spear techniques and unleash his power in the most unrestrained state. Every move was a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, with unpredictable power.

Wu Ming knew very well that if his soul was not extremely strong, he would not have a photographic memory, and his perception was not so keen, it would take him half a year or even more than a year to master just one spear technique, let alone ten spear techniques, which would take at least several years.

Mastering ten spear techniques is merely a glimpse into the foundation of the Oneness Realm. To truly reach a state of selflessness and detachment, where man and spear are one, and even where strength and gentleness are perfectly balanced, requires an unknown amount of arduous effort and profound understanding.

Now, when he thrusts out a spear, it may seem ordinary, but in reality, it contains all his strength and concentrates it into one point without leaking or spreading out. Moreover, this spear not only contains strength, but also the martial will he has honed through years of practice, all of which are condensed on the spearhead!

Martial arts will,

This is something mysterious and difficult to describe in words. It is more ethereal than the power of the soul and more like an invisible 'aura'. A powerful martial artist can exert tremendous pressure on others simply by standing there and assuming a fighting stance.

The same applies to the Unity Realm. The moves are not only a fusion of power, but also a fusion of martial will. A single thrust of the spear can exert an invisible sense of pressure on the opponent.

"No wonder it is said that the improvement in strength brought about by the unification of skills is extremely huge, and to a certain extent, it can even be compared with the huge barrier between the second and third coagulation of blood."

Previously, Wu Ming only had a vague understanding of the Unity Realm, but now that he has truly entered this realm, he naturally understands its mysteries. This thrust of his spear is not only flawless in its technique, but its concentrated power is also much stronger than ordinary spear techniques. The invisible pressure formed by the condensation of will is also like a suppression at the level of the soul.

If he were to face the numerous bandits from that night again, or Liu Chuan, the bandit who had undergone a second blood coagulation, he wouldn't need to rely on the intimidating power of the Daoist technique 'Lin'. He could easily take his life with just one shot!

"I wonder what the outcome would be if I were to face a true master of three-stage blood coagulation, going all out now."

The third stage of blood coagulation is a huge transformation in physical strength, with every move possessing immense power. It is an all-round improvement. However, the integration of skills only elevates the power of the moves to a level close to that of the third stage of blood coagulation. In other aspects, it is actually inferior to the third stage of blood coagulation. To say that the integration of skills after the second stage of blood coagulation can contend with the third stage of blood coagulation is only to say that it can contend with the third stage of blood coagulation.

Of course, Wu Ming's current strength is not limited to the unity of skill and technique. His spiritual cultivation has never stopped. After several months, although he is still some distance away from the third level of primordial spirit refinement, he has also grown much stronger.

(End of this chapter)