Douluo: Yun Ming in the Spirit Hall Era

Chapter 14 Gunfight "Duel"

Seeing that Yun Ming had accepted Yang Yi's challenge, Yang Hong knew that the battle was inevitable, so he stepped forward to preside over the proceedings.

"In that case, let's have a match!"

"This battle is a contest of spear skills; martial spirits and soul skills are not permitted."

"Remember, stop when you've reached your limit!"

When Yang Hong said "stop when you've got it all," he turned his back to Yang Yi and gave Yun Ming a look. Yun Ming understood and nodded slightly.

Seeing that Yun Ming understood his meaning, Yang Hong felt somewhat relieved.

The crowd then stepped back, giving the center of the training ground to Yun Ming and Yang Yi. The two stood facing each other, each holding a training spear.

Yang Yi looked at Yun Ming, who was half a head shorter than him, with a complicated expression. Yun Ming was indeed arrogant, but that did not mean he was arrogant and looked down on his companions. On the contrary, he cared a lot about his clan. If Yun Ming had not shocked him so much that his worldview was somewhat shattered, he would not have embarrassed Yun Ming as soon as he arrived today.

Yang Yi exclaimed excitedly.

"Yun Ming, I hope you'll give it your all in today's competition and show me just how skilled you are with your spear. Otherwise, I won't acknowledge your abilities!"

Yun Ming looked at Yang Yi, whose eyes were filled with the raging flames of war and whose expression was serious, and simply responded with a flat sentence.

"good!"

Seeing Yun Ming's nonchalant response, Yang Yi said no more, twirled his spear in a flourish, and thrust it directly at Yun Ming's head.

Yang Yi's thrust was straight, even, and swift, like a coiled serpent shooting out.

Yang Hong's eyes lit up slightly. Although the spear technique was still somewhat immature, it was clear that Yang Yi's basic skills were quite good. He had already grasped the essence of the move and deserved Yang Yi's reputation as a genius. However, when Yang Hong saw Yun Ming's counterattack, he was a little stunned.

Seeing the fierce spear aimed straight at the center gate, Yun Ming's expression didn't change much. He just stared at Yang Yi's spear position, waited for the right moment, and then thrust his spear at Yang Yi as well.

Then, Yun Ming's spear, like a dragon emerging from the water, struck first despite being behind, and pierced the tip of Yang Yi's spear. Yang Yi immediately felt his spear slip out of control; its trajectory veered, he couldn't apply force, and he couldn't thrust it down!

Inside the clan school, the other onlookers, led by Yang Lin, simply thought Yun Ming's spear thrust was incredibly cool, a perfect clash of titans, directly countering Yang Yi's thrust with the same technique. But to a spear master like Yang Hong, the thrust was simply divine, the timing, angle, and force flawless. Absolutely divine!

Yun Ming saw through the flaw in Yang Yi's move!

Yun Ming not only saw through the minor flaws in Yang Yi's spear trajectory and force application, but also accurately calculated the appropriate speed, force, and angle for his own spear thrust. This allowed him to achieve the maximum power of his spear when the tips collided head-on, while Yang Yi's spear, due to his own flawed technique, was in a state of power paralysis. This resulted in Yun Ming's impressive feat of striking first despite being behind, breaking Yang Yi's attack with a single strike and nearly disarming him.

However, Yang Hong quickly realized that Yun Ming was planning to do this after promising to "stop at the right point".

Yang Yi didn't acknowledge his skill level, so he directly used brute force against him, essentially playing a teaching-style match?!

Yang Hong suddenly became worried about Yang Yi's mental state after the competition.

Yun Ming did not take advantage of Yang Yi's unstable state of mind to attack. Instead, he put away his spear, leaned on the ground, and slowly pointed out Yang Yi's problem.

"Your spear-thrusting stance is alright, but it's a bit stiff and awkward. Don't completely imitate the spear-thrusting stance of the elders in your clan. Our body sizes are very different, so it's not appropriate to completely imitate the elders' spear-thrusting posture. You need to transform it into a spear-thrusting stance that your body can adapt to."

Hearing Yun Ming's instructional words, Yang Yi snapped out of his shock at being countered head-on by Yun Ming's same move when he thrust his spear. Hearing Yun Ming's guidance, his face flushed red with rage. With a roar, he lunged at Yun Ming again.

"Again!!!"

This time, Yang Yi directly used the Spear Chopping Technique. He turned around and unleashed a powerful Spear Chopping, his posture clearly imbued with strong personal emotion. His spear danced like a dragon, its tip swirling in a circle, as he cleaved down with force, seemingly intent on cleaving Yun Ming in two.

"Whoosh~"

The hissing air testified to the astonishing power carried by this shot.

Yun Ming wasn't angry at Yang Yi's somewhat irrational way of attacking with his spear. He shifted his foot slightly by half a body length. Yang Yi, who was in mid-air, didn't have time to change his move. His spear continued to slash down, passing right in front of Yun Ming's nose, only three centimeters away.

Before Yang Yi's spear could land, Yun Ming spun around and delivered a flourish of downward slash. While its arc and power weren't as great as Yang Yi's, its speed was superior. Just as Yang Yi's spear hit the ground, Yun Ming's spear struck Yang Yi's shoulder, who was still in the middle of his attack. This single blow knocked Yang Yi to the ground.

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

The first sound was the sound of Yang Yi hitting the ground, and the second sound was the sound of Yun Ming hitting Yang Yi.

Yun Ming put away his gun, stood still, and continued his lecture.

"Timing is crucial; using the wrong move at the wrong time leads to the same result as before."

"Also, it's very dangerous to have your body controlled by anger during a battle."

Lying on the ground, Yang Yi saw that he had been knocked down so easily once again. This time, he completely lost control. He got up and attacked Yun Ming with his gun like a madman.

With a series of attacks—striking, pointing, piercing, chopping, circling, picking, deflecting, thrusting, striking, attacking, entangling, circling, blocking, and seizing—Yang Yi began using basic spear techniques, launching a relentless assault. Yun Ming, seeing this, also used the same moves, breaking down Yang Yi's attacks one by one, commenting as he fought.

"Pay attention to footwork; footwork is very important for a gun user."

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"The power of the waist, legs, arms, and wrists must be integrated with the spear, and the force must penetrate to the tip of the spear."

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Seeing Yun Ming begin to break Yang Yi's spear technique move by move, and then explain each move, Yang Hong's expression became somewhat solemn, because Yang Yi was becoming increasingly dejected as the fight progressed. From being furious at the beginning to being completely demoralized now, even his spear thrusts were a beat slower, clearly his morale was about to be shattered.

Finally, in a daze, Yang Yi thrust out with his spear. Yun Ming didn't even bother to parry the thrust, instead swinging his spear and striking the tip of Yang Yi's spear with a backhand flick, sending the spear flying.

When Yang Yi saw the spear slip from his hand, the last glimmer of light in his eyes vanished completely. A bitter smile appeared on his face, a hint of self-mockery flashed in his eyes, and a somewhat hoarse voice rang out.

"You win."

"Not nearly as good as you!"

As he uttered those last few words, Yang Yi felt as if all his strength had been drained away. After speaking, he lowered his head, turned, and staggered towards the exit of the clan school. The surrounding students, seeing this, were unsure whether they should step forward to stop the deeply distraught Yang Yi.

Before he had taken two steps, Yang Yi heard Yun Ming's voice behind him, which had gone from calm to somewhat cold.

"If you give up so easily, then you're nothing special!"

Yang Yi instinctively wanted to retort upon hearing Yun Ming's 'taunt,' but remembering how utterly powerless he had been against Yun Ming who had just spoken, the slight arrogance he had felt vanished completely. He lowered his head and remained silent, continuing to walk away. Seeing this, Yun Ming continued to deliver the finishing blow.

"He's not even as good as Yang Lin."

P.S.: I'll be getting involved in the main storyline starting tomorrow.

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