On the Yang family’s training ground.
Yang Chang’an stood quietly in the center of the field, holding the Soul Breaking Spear.
His gaze was sharp, firmly locked onto Niu Wenchuan opposite him.
Across from him, Niu Wenchuan took a deep breath.
His Spirit Power trembled slightly all over his body.
In an instant, a heavy layer of gray armor covered his entire body.
The outline of a rhinoceros horn appeared on his forehead, and a thick, heavy aura naturally spread outward.
Niu Wenchuan looked serious, but there was also a hint of excitement as he shouted at Yang Chang’an: “Chang’an!
Today let’s have a proper match and see whether your Soul Breaking Spear is sharper, or my Armored Rhinoceros is tougher!” Yang Chang’an gave a soft snort, his expression turning serious.
The Soul Breaking Spear in his hand trembled slightly, letting out a faint hum.
“Cut the nonsense.
Be careful—I won’t hold back!” The moment his words fell, Yang Chang’an moved.
With a push off the ground, his figure shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
The Soul Breaking Spear in his hand seemed to come alive—like a dragon striking forward—carrying a sharp piercing sound as it went straight for Niu Wenchuan’s chest.
This strike was both fast and ruthless, not something a six-year-old child should have been capable of.
But Niu Wenchuan was no pushover either.
After this period of intense training, he was no longer just a foolish chubby kid.
Seeing the spear coming, he did not dodge.
Instead, his expression turned calm as his entire Spirit Power condensed, directly meeting the spear head-on.
“Clang—!!!” A piercing metallic collision rang out across the entire training ground.
Violent force exploded from the point of impact, and both Yang Chang’an and Niu Wenchuan were forced to retreat backward.
Yang Chang’an took three steps back before stabilizing himself.
His wrist felt slightly numb, and even his tiger’s mouth stung faintly.
He thought inwardly in shock: “What terrifying brute strength!
No wonder Grandpa always said that Armored Rhinoceros Spirit Masters’ strength is on par with the Vigorous Ape.
It truly lives up to its reputation!” Niu Wenchuan’s expression also changed drastically, full of shock.
He had originally thought that with his full defense and raw strength, blocking that strike would be effortless.
But after the actual collision, he realized that after awakening his Martial Soul, Yang Chang’an’s strength had increased so much that it was shocking.
“I can’t clash head-on with him!” At almost the same moment, both of them had the same thought.
The next instant, the battle erupted again.
Yang Chang’an’s eyes turned cold.
With a flick of his wrist, the Soul Breaking Spear changed form instantly.
It was no longer a straightforward charge, but became agile and tricky—like a viper striking from a hole—constantly aiming at the weak points of Niu Wenchuan’s body: joints, wrists, armpits, knees.
Point, thrust, lift, stab, sweep… A full spear technique flowed smoothly in his hands, every strike aimed at vital or vulnerable spots.
But Niu Wenchuan was personally trained by Niu Yue, and his defensive foundation was extremely solid.
He planted his feet firmly on the ground, truly embodying the phrase “immovable as a mountain.” His Spirit Power surged wildly, tightly protecting his entire body.
One after another, Yang Chang’an’s spear strikes landed on him, but most were blocked by the thick Spirit Power armor.
At most, they only caused slight indentations in his skin, unable to break through his defense at all.
After a few exchanges, Niu Wenchuan gradually stabilized the situation and couldn’t help but laugh loudly: “Hahaha!
Chang’an, your spear skills are impressive, but you can’t break through my defense.
No matter how fancy your moves are, it’s useless!” Hearing this, Yang Chang’an frowned.
In the early stages of Spirit Masters, when base attributes are still low, defense-type Spirit Masters indeed have a huge advantage.
But he did not panic.
His mind raced rapidly, and he quickly came up with a solution.
“If one strike can’t break it, then I’ll strike multiple times!” Yang Chang’an’s eyes sharpened.
The Soul Breaking Spear thrust out again, this time precisely striking the same spot on Niu Wenchuan’s arm.
“Pff!” The arm armor slightly caved in.
Niu Wenchuan didn’t care and was about to laugh—but then realized Yang Chang’an hadn’t stopped at all.
“Pff!
Pff!
Pff!
Pff!” One strike after another, all of them landed on the exact same point!
In just an instant, four to five consecutive spear strikes hit the same location!
“Ah—!” Niu Wenchuan finally couldn’t hold on anymore.
A searing pain shot through his arm, his expression twisting in agony.
His stance broke completely as he hurriedly retreated to put distance between them.
“Trying to run?
Too late!” Yang Chang’an showed no mercy.
His eyes sharpened as he stepped forward.
His figure blurred like a shadow as he closed the distance instantly.
The Soul Breaking Spear aimed straight for Niu Wenchuan’s chest, intending to end the match in a single blow.
Forced into a desperate situation, Niu Wenchuan also went all out.
His expression tightened, his entire body tensed, and his first spirit ring suddenly burst into brilliant light!
“First Spirit Ability—Surge!” A gray-yellow glow enveloped his body.
Niu Wenchuan’s physique instantly swelled by a full size, and his armor became even thicker.
His defensive power doubled directly!
“Come!
Let me see how you break it!” He roared and forcibly met the spear head-on.
“Clang!!” Yang Chang’an’s strike was forcibly blocked.
The tremendous recoil made his arm go numb.
But in that instant of impact, a sharp light flashed in his eyes as his own first spirit ring lit up completely!
“First Spirit Ability—Pierce!” Buzz——!
The penetrating force wrapped around the Soul Breaking Spear surged dramatically in an instant.
The spear tip, already domineering, now carried an even more terrifying aura that seemed to ignore defense entirely.
“Break for me!” Yang Chang’an gave a low shout and poured all his spirit power into the strike, stabbing once again at the exact same point as before!
Crack— Under an expression of disbelief, the spear tip forcefully pierced through the Armored Rhinoceros’s hardened armor and slammed heavily into his chest.
“Ugh ah!” Niu Wenchuan only felt a sharp pain in his chest as his entire body’s blood surged violently.
It felt as if he had been hit by a massive beast—he was directly blasted backward by the spear strike and crashed heavily onto the ground.
The outcome was decided.
Yang Chang’an exhaled slowly.
The Soul Breaking Spear in his hand gradually turned into flowing light and dispersed.
He quickly ran over and helped Niu Wenchuan up, asking worriedly: “Wenchuan, are you alright?
Are you injured anywhere?” Niu Wenchuan rubbed his chest, coughed a few times, then waved his hand and said with a resigned expression: “I’m fine… just a bit painful.
But seriously, your spear strike is way too outrageous.
I even used a Spirit Ability and doubled my defense, and you still broke through it directly!” Yang Chang’an smiled and said modestly: “Just average, I only performed decently.” “Hey!” Niu Wenchuan immediately protested, glaring at him.
“Excessive modesty is just hypocrisy!
You call that ‘decent’?
Then what am I supposed to be?” “Was I being modest?” “Of course you were!” The two boys bantered back and forth, teasing each other, and the tense atmosphere from the fight vanished completely.
At the edge of the training ground, Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue stood quietly, watching the two children with relieved smiles on their faces.
Niu Yue glanced at his grandson, who had just been knocked down, without the slightest worry.
That little injury?
It wasn’t even as bad as what he usually got from training Niu Wenchuan.
Nothing to make a fuss about.
But soon, Niu Yue’s smile faded, and his brows furrowed deeply.
He turned to Yang Wushuang with a serious expression and asked in a low voice: “Wushuang, did you teach Chang’an that Soul Breaking Spear technique?” Yang Wushuang was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.
“Yes, I did.” Niu Yue looked at him deeply but did not criticize him.
Instead, he let out a soft sigh.
He understood.
At present, the Yang family only had Yang Wushuang capable of teaching Yang Chang’an spear techniques—he was already the best choice available.
But he had seen that battle very clearly.
Yang Chang’an’s spear technique was exquisite, precise, and stable.
There was nothing wrong with it at all.
However— The overwhelming, unstoppable, world-defying dominance was too lacking!
If his spear technique carried the same overwhelming force that Yang Wushuang and Yang Wudi once had, then with Yang Chang’an’s innate Level 9 Spirit Power and the quality of his Soul Breaking Spear, he wouldn’t need so many exchanges at all—two or three strikes would be enough to pierce through Niu Wenchuan’s defense.
One must know that the quality of a Martial Soul is proportional to innate Spirit Power.
Even with the same Martial Soul, there are still levels of strength.
Yang Chang’an, with innate Level 9 Spirit Power, should theoretically possess a Soul Breaking Spear even more domineering than Yang Wudi’s back then.
But in this battle, there was precision—but not enough dominance.
Niu Yue clearly remembered that when Yang Wushuang was at this level, breaking his defense was effortless.
But thinking of the current situation of the Yang family, Niu Yue could only swallow his words.
He let out a long sigh, patted Yang Wushuang’s shoulder, and comforted him softly: “Forget it… it’s not your fault.” “In the future, let Chang’an experience more battles.
That kind of aura—he’ll slowly develop it.” Yang Wushuang looked at Yang Chang’an, who was smiling brightly on the field, his expression complicated.
He gave a soft “Mm.” The Soul Breaking Spear—once unleashed, it breaks all, with no regard for self.
Without an unyielding, forward-charging ruthlessness, this spear is ultimately missing a soul.
Without a soul… how can it be called Soul Breaking?
That missing soul can only be slowly found by Yang Chang’an himself, in the future’s trials of blood and fire.