Chapter 97: Rain's Momentum
The newcomer had white hair and beard, wearing an ochre yellow cloth robe. It was none other than Peng Zhen, the Master of Kunti Courtyard.
His gaze was calm.
All the disciples present straightened their postures, especially the prodigies like Nie Shanshan and Yan Yaoyang.
They deeply understood how precious it was to hear someone like Peng Zhen, such a master, explain martial arts techniques.
"The spear is both the thief of all weapons and the overlord of all weapons," Peng Zhen's voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in everyone's ears, like massive stones rolling down a valley, carrying a strange resonance.
"This is true qi voice transmission," Chen Qing thought to himself.
"Beginners practice its form, minor achievement grasps its method, major achievement comprehends its intent, and perfection fuses with one's body. However, to reach the pinnacle, one must comprehend 'momentum.'"
Peng Zhen casually beckoned, and a twelve-foot fine iron spear nearby seemed pulled by invisible hands, landing steadily in his palm.
That great spear in his hands seemed to lose all weight, yet also appeared so heavy it could collapse mountains.