Chapter 65: Do Not Hesitate to Enlighten

Chapter 65: Spare No Advice

As night fell, the central cafeteria of Qiming First Martial Arts Senior High School was ablaze with lights.

Qin Feng carried his tray and found a corner seat by the window.

"Old Qin, over here!"

Qian Duoduo's voice came from not far away. He strode over with a tray nearly overflowing, followed by the calm-faced Shi Potian.

Shi Potian's tray also held a C-grade energy meal.

Clearly, he too had completed his contract's advancement.

"Today we have to eat well, to celebrate another C-grade big shot from Dorm 402."

Qian Duoduo plopped down, scooping a huge mouthful of his own D-grade nutrient paste as if to swallow all his envy and jealousy.

"Haha."

Qin Feng and Shi Potian exchanged smiles.

The three ate in silence—a tacit understanding between them.

Qin Feng had developed the habit of browsing information on his wrist terminal while eating, his movements efficient and focused: left hand holding the spoon, right hand swiping rapidly across the virtual light screen.

He opened the internal campus forum of Qiyi High.

Actually, Qin Feng wanted to browse the "Cosmic Forum" that Qian Duoduo had mentioned earlier, but accessing it required paying 100,000 imperial credits to unlock.

The forum's interface design was full of metallic and technological flair, with clear and distinct sections.

At the top, several hot posts had titles bolded and reddened, radiating eye-catching brilliance.

Qin Feng's gaze swept over them, and his movements stopped.

[Sticky Post][Hot]: Breaking! First-Year Second Monthly Exam Results Released, Newcomer King Born! Two Months, from Outside 60,000 to Top of the Grade!

[Featured Post][Explosive]: Monster! In-Depth Analysis of Grade Overall Rank One "Qin Feng"—This Man's Spear Comprehension Reaches the Peak, Life Index Growth Rate Is Downright Freakish!

[Discussion Post][Hot]: A Rational Question: With Such Terrifying Talent, Why Was This Person's Entrance Exam Rank So Low? Is There a Story Behind It We Don't Know? Insiders, Please Explain!

[Combat Analysis Post]: From the Gap in Practical Simulation Scores, A Brief Discussion on Qin Feng's Killing Technique Realm—Has He Possibly Reached "Minor Mastery"?

Every title was firmly tied to his name.

"Yo, Old Qin, you've become a big star."

Qian Duoduo, sharp-eyed, leaned over to glance at Qin Feng's screen and immediately let out a strange cry, "Look at these titles—'Newcomer King,' 'Monster,' 'Freak'—tsk tsk, I feel like these words aren't enough to describe you."

Shi Potian also glanced, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, and said to Qin Feng, "Congratulations."

Qin Feng shook his head helplessly and closed those posts.

He didn't care about such empty fame; he was more concerned with practical matters.

His fingers swiped, and he tapped on the sticky post about the "Qiming Inter-School League."

Seeing him reading so seriously, Qian Duoduo also grew interested and leaned his head over.

"The inter-school league—this is an annual grand event for all martial arts high schools under the Qiming system."

The post detailed the league's rules.

[Qiming Inter-School League Regulations (Freshman Division / Senior Division)]

[Eligibility]:

Freshman Division: First- or second-year students enrolled for less than one year. Entry threshold: Second-level martial artist, or holding a C-grade or higher contract.

Senior Division: Second- or third-year students enrolled for one year or more. Entry threshold: Third-level martial artist, or holding a B-grade or higher contract.

[Match Format]: Individual arena matches. Random pairing, single elimination. Use of thermal weapons and power armor is prohibited; only standard blades and light armor are allowed.

[Safety Statement]: All matches will be conducted within high-intensity energy shields, supervised by professional referees and medical teams. However, in martial arts competition, fists and feet have no eyes; severe injuries and even deaths occur every year. All participants must purchase high-value insurance in advance and sign a "Life-and-Death Agreement."

[Event Rewards]: Merit points awarded based on final ranking.

"The threshold for the freshman division—isn't it tailor-made for you and Old Shi?"

Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up as he looked, "Second-level martial artist, C-grade contract—you both qualify. If you go fight in the freshman division, wouldn't it be a slaughter?"

Qin Feng said nothing, continuing to read the rules one by one.

Shi Potian stated succinctly, "Anyone qualified to sign up for the freshman division is no weakling."

"Life index is just so-so, but when it comes to killing techniques, I doubt anyone can get past Qin Feng."

Qian Duoduo chuckled, pointing his spoon at Qin Feng.

"Hopefully."

Qin Feng smiled.

He quickly finished the nutrient meal on his tray, a gentle warmth spreading slowly through his limbs and bones.

Just as he was about to stand up, he noticed something off about the atmosphere around him.

Many students who were eating had stopped their movements, their gazes subtly converging on their direction.

Their eyes held curiosity, scrutiny, and a hint of anticipation for a spectacle.

Qian Duoduo was the first to sense the anomaly. He nudged Qin Feng with his elbow and then jerked his chin in a direction.

"Hey, trouble's coming."

Qin Feng followed his gaze.

He saw an exceptionally burly and tall student walking toward their table.

He was nearly two meters tall, with shoulders as broad as a wall, his training uniform stretched taut over bulging muscles. Each step was steady and powerful, like a giant bear moving through the forest, exuding an invisible pressure.

"Tie Lin from the first year,"

Qian Duoduo lowered his voice, quickly introducing him, "Didn't break into the top 100 in overall martial arts ranking, but ranks second in practical simulation—that guy with a total score of 290. He wanted to challenge you before, but couldn't find you. Now that your photo and score sheet are up on the forum, this guy probably can't sit still."

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

He didn't want trouble.

For him, this kind of campus challenge was far less valuable than a thrilling ranked match in the Imperial Arena.

There, he could hone his killing moves without restraint and verify his cultivation.

And the fights were truly exhilarating, leaving his whole body refreshed and thoroughly clear.

Sparring with classmates whose killing technique realms hadn't even reached "Minor Mastery" would only waste his time and bring no improvement.

The burly man reached the table and stopped three steps away from Qin Feng.

His gaze locked precisely onto Qin Feng, with no hostility in his eyes—only pure fighting spirit.

"Classmate Qin Feng, hello."

His voice, like his physique, was steady and deep. "My name is Tie Lin. I sent you a friend request, but you didn't accept it, so I had to come find you in person."

Tie Lin kept his posture low and his words polite.

"I saw your perfect score in the practical simulation—it was truly shocking. So, I want to arrange a match with you, right at the school's public training hall. I just want to personally experience how far I am from a perfect score. I hope you'll spare no advice."

Though the words were spoken politely, every student watching in the cafeteria could hear the defiance hidden beneath the courtesy.

A second-place in practical combat, challenging the top of the grade.

This was undoubtedly a battle of dragons and tigers, drawing everyone's attention.

Murmurs began to rise quietly among the crowd.

"It's Tielin! He's come for Qin Feng after all."

"This is going to be good. Tielin chose the spear technique 'Thousand Army Spear,' and Qin Feng chose the same."

"But Qin Feng got a perfect score in practical combat—that score is insane, over two hundred points ahead of Tielin."

"Fight! Fight!" "I want to see what that two-hundred-point gap looks like—fight!"

Facing Tielin's challenge and the surrounding chatter, Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged.

He seemed not to catch the challenge in Tielin's words, but instead precisely seized on the last four characters—"spare no instruction."

Qin Feng stood up, half a head shorter than Tielin, but his presence was in no way weaker.

"What do you practice?"

Qin Feng asked.

Tielin was taken aback, not expecting Qin Feng to ask that, but he answered honestly: "I specialize in spear techniques, the 'Thousand Army Spear.'"

"Good."

Qin Feng nodded, then said something no one expected: "If it's all 'Thousand Army Spear,' then I can indeed teach you a thing or two."

"Alright, no need for a duel."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Tielin, and continued: "If we really fought, you wouldn't learn anything."

At these words, Tielin's face flushed red instantly, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

The surrounding students also erupted in uproar, feeling that Qin Feng's words were far too arrogant.

Yet Qin Feng paid no heed to the crowd's reaction.

He turned and walked to a corner of the cafeteria, where several long-handled iron rods for cleaning stood against the wall.

Qin Feng casually picked one up, weighed it in his hand, and then walked back to the center of the area.

"Watch closely."

The moment the words fell, Qin Feng's entire demeanor shifted abruptly.

A second ago, he was a student with a clear, handsome face and a calm expression.

The next, he held the iron rod, feet slightly apart, knees bent, back and waist lowered, his whole being like an ancient pine rooted deep in the earth.

That ordinary cleaning rod seemed to come alive in his hand, its tip drooping slightly, pointing toward the ground, the rod forming a perfect straight line with his spine.

He stood there quietly, assuming the most basic defensive stance in the 'Thousand Army Spear'—Coiling.

There was no earth-shattering aura, no radiance of energy released, but a spirit of unassailable stability and flawlessness emanated from him.

The clamor in the cafeteria instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to the figure standing with the rod in the center.

Especially Tielin, who faced Qin Feng directly—his experience was the most profound.

The moment Qin Feng assumed his stance, Tielin felt a wave of immense helplessness surge over him like a tide.

In his mind, he had rehearsed countless charges, sweeps, and thrusts, yet facing this posture, he could find no path of attack whatsoever.

The other was like a mountain—a perfect mountain with no gaps.

All his attacks, before even being launched, were already doomed to fail.

When an expert makes a move, one knows if they have skill.

With just a single opening posture, Tielin understood the insurmountable chasm between himself and that "perfect score."

Fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The fighting spirit that had burned within him was now utterly extinguished, replaced by deep awe and reverence.

"Your turn."

Qin Feng paced over and tossed the iron rod to Tielin: "Show me a Coiling stance."

Tielin caught the rod instinctively.

Hearing Qin Feng ask him to perform a Coiling stance, he felt as if he were facing a teacher, being quizzed on his lessons.

His heart pounded wildly.

Tielin took a deep breath to calm himself and assumed a standard Coiling stance, while a sense of anticipation for Qin Feng's evaluation welled up inside him.

"The 'Coiling' stance is the foundation of defense in the 'Thousand Army Spear' and the source of all changes."

Qin Feng stared intently at Tielin for a long moment before speaking.

His voice was not loud, but it carried clearly through the silent cafeteria.

"You seem to have taken a defensive posture, but your entire body's strength is too rigid."

"Remember, you must be like a drawn bow, taut yet not released. Your center of gravity is low, your feet rooted like trees—that is the 'foundation.' Your internal energy circulates subtly between your organs and limbs, ready to burst forth at any moment—that is the 'essence.'"

As he spoke, he took another iron rod himself and assumed a Coiling stance, making slight adjustments so Tielin could see more clearly.

"If the enemy does not move, I do not move. If the enemy moves, then there must be a flaw. The spear tip seems to point at the ground, but in truth, it locks onto the entire 180-degree range in front of you. No matter from which angle the enemy attacks, you can turn defense into offense with the smallest movement and the fastest speed. That is 'adaptability.'"

Qin Feng's explanation held nothing back.

He broke down his understanding of this move, analyzing it piece by piece for Tielin.

"Your force is too stiff—you likely focus only on brute strength. Wide, sweeping moves may seem mighty, but they are riddled with flaws. True spear technique is not about relentless offense, but about restraint and release, balancing attack and defense. First learn to stand firm, then think about killing."

"Coiling, coiling—it is truly about seeking opportunity, about defense; imagine yourself as a drawn bow, taut yet not released..."

Tielin listened as if enchanted, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Every word Qin Feng spoke struck like a heavy hammer against the bottlenecks in his training, clearing his mind.

Many details that had puzzled him for so long suddenly became crystal clear.

So this was the true 'Thousand Army Spear.'

Unconsciously, he had set aside all his defiance, leaving only the devotion and focus of a student toward a teacher.

He knew that Qin Feng had undoubtedly mastered the Thousand Army Spear to its grand completion!

No wonder he got a perfect score.

In the first year's practical combat subject, minor mastery could earn full marks.

Qin Feng scored 500 because the practical subject only had 500 points!

Tielin was completely convinced.

Qin Feng finished his explanation, relaxed his stance, and casually placed the iron rod back against the wall.

His entire aura returned to normal, as if the spear master of unassailable stability moments ago had been but an illusion.

"Did you understand?"

He asked Tielin.

Tielin took a deep breath, then, facing Qin Feng, he bent respectfully at the waist and gave a deep ninety-degree bow.

“I heard you. Many thanks to classmate Qin Feng for your instruction!”

His voice was loud and sincere, filled with heartfelt gratitude.

The surrounding students were all dumbfounded at this moment.

They had originally expected to see a fierce battle like Mars crashing into Earth, but instead, what they saw was a one-sided “live teaching session.”

When he said “spare no instruction,” it truly was just “instruction.”

Moreover, the teaching was so thorough, so unreserved.

Faced with such openness and strength, no one thought that Qin Feng’s earlier words “You won’t learn anything” were arrogant; it was merely stating a simple fact.

(End of this chapter)