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Chapter 36 Each Has Their Own Practice
The day after Shen Weijing was rescued, the news of the battle at Yaikou spread throughout the front camp.
As Mo Qin and his group walked, the way the entire vanguard looked at them changed.
One must always keep singing and practicing martial arts; never stop practicing.
Today, Mo Qin arrived even earlier than Zhao Tou.
Before dawn, with the white wax spear standing upright beside him, he followed the posture taught by Zhao Tou and slowly stood himself up inch by inch.
First, grip the ground with your toes, bend your knees slightly, tuck your groin in, sink your hips down, straighten your tailbone, and then slowly pull your waist and spine upward.
Not long after the frame was set up, the heat in my chest began to move.
That thing was like the hearth hidden in the chest and abdomen.
Normally it doesn't react at all, but when you're practicing shooting, exerting force, getting injured, or your blood and qi are surging, it will become slightly active.
Mochin gave it a formal name, air mass...
The name is a bit rustic, but it's easy to pronounce.
The air mass is now slightly warm, as if saying: Cheer up, don't embarrass yourself!
"You're standing alright."
The voice came from behind.
Mo Qin slowly took a breath and turned his head to look. Zhou Hu was standing a few steps away.
With the iron spear held in hand, its butt touching the ground, the oppressive feeling arrived even before the person got close.
"Brother Zhou."
One should be polite, especially when facing a master. Mo Qin clasped his hands in a fist salute.
Zhou Hu didn't stand on ceremony, taking only two steps closer and fixing his gaze on the white wax spear.
"What Zhao Tou taught you before was the spear bone."
"Only with a frame can a gun stand upright."
"Having a skeletal frame doesn't mean you can survive on the battlefield."
He raised his iron spear, the tip pointing towards the center line of Mochin's chest.
"To survive, you need to know how to read people, how to listen to their intentions, and when to advance and when to retreat."
Mo Qin nodded: "Please give me your guidance, Brother Zhou."
"it is good."
Zhou Hu's iron spear moved.
The first shot wasn't fast.
The tip of the gun emerged from the center line, perfectly straight, without any wobbling or shaking.
But the more he does this, the more his skill shines through.
Mo Qin raised his gun and went to entangle them.
He pressed the white wax spear against the iron spear, then with a slight downward thrust of his front hand and a quick push of his back hand, he tried to steer the line off course along the spear shaft.
But as soon as the gun touched him, Mochin realized something was wrong.
Zhou Hu's hands hadn't moved much; it was his waist that was moving.
He twisted his waist and hips slightly by half an inch, and his shoulders and back followed suit, instantly bringing the power to the entire gun.
Instead of clashing head-on, the iron spear slid out of the white wax spear's coiling force, maintaining its position on the center line.
Mo Qin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a half-step to keep the door open.
After the demonstration, Zhou Hu put away his gun and spoke:
"Did you see that?"
Mo Qin nodded: "You didn't move your hands first, you moved your waist first."
"Not too stupid."
Zhou Hu said, "When you're pestering someone, you like to find variations in your hands. It's not that you can't vary your hands, but the hands are the end, and the waist is the root. If the root dies, no matter how fast your hands are, it's all fake."
As he spoke, he raised his gun a second time.
This shot was a bit faster than the previous one, but the approach remained the same.
It's still the middle line.
We should still suppress it.
This time, Mo Qin didn't rush to entangle Zhou Hu. Instead, he first looked at Zhou Hu's shoulder, then his feet, and then his waist.
Before moving manually, the shoulder didn't rush, and the knee didn't change first. The first thing to show the way was the twisting force in the waist and hips.
It was in that very moment.
Mo Qin bit down on the ground, and his waist twisted as well.
The white wax spear moved diagonally against it, not aiming for the spearhead, but instead seeking the middle section of the shaft.
As it was applied, it wrapped around the knee, the hips sank, and the air mass jumped slightly.
Snapped!
The two shots collided.
Mo Qin didn't greedily grab the spear; as soon as he got a hold, he smoothly pulled it up and flicked the butt of the spear upwards.
But this attempt didn't completely open it.
But that was enough to make Zhou Hu's spear thrust deviate by half an inch.
Half an inch is enough!
With a thrust of the spear tip, Mo Qin had already delivered it, within three feet of Zhou Hu's chest.
Zhou Hu did not choose to take the hit head-on, but only took half a step back.
Both men simultaneously put away their guns.
For the first time, Zhou Hu's eyes showed a hint of approval.
"That's more like it."
Mo Qin slowly exhaled.
He had a good idea of what was going on after that exchange.
The reason he was able to force Zhou Hu back half a step was not because he had truly reached a high level, but because the stance taught by Zhao Tou, the integrated strength honed by Shi Suo, and his own desperate ruthlessness were all balanced in that instant.
Zhou Hu didn't give him time to rest.
The third shot has been fired.
This time, the gunmanship was clearly different.
It's still the right path, but the pressure is even greater.
Daring not to be careless any longer, Mo Qin raised his white wax spear, first sealing, then affixing, and then fighting for the gate.
The two guns clashed three times in the middle.
Crackling.
The snowflakes on the frosty ground were shaken by the two of them and scattered to both sides.
Zhou Hu's spear belongs to the "royal way" spear style.
It's that kind of situation where you know he's going to attack this line, but you just can't stop him or suppress him.
Because his gun skills are based on real, hard-earned skill.
It's the calm and collected demeanor that comes from having killed people and seen blood.
After five or six rounds in a row, Mo Qin's forehead was already covered in sweat.
Zhou Hu simply said:
"Not enough."
"Again."
Another shot hits the center line.
This time, Mochin didn't just stand there waiting.
He suddenly took half a step forward.
This half-step shouldn't have been taken.
But he just had to take it anyway.
Once the white wax spear was attached, the whole person squeezed in along the shaft.
This was a routine that Zhao Tou had repeatedly forced him to practice, and it was also the routine he knew best:
If you can't stop them, don't just stand there waiting to die; go ahead and disrupt their rhythm.
Seeing that the attack method had changed, Zhou Hu's eyes flickered slightly.
Just as the iron spear was about to be pulled back, Mo Qin's spear tip had already lifted from below, forcefully deflecting the spear's path by half an inch.
The next moment, he lunged forward another half foot.
At that moment, the tip of the spear was firmly positioned in front of Zhou Hu's chest.
Zhou Hu looked down at the glint of cold light.
He nodded before slowly putting away his gun.
"good."
"But that doesn't count as a win."
Mo Qin clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I understand. You were just watching how I would grab it, not really trying to crush me."
"Just knowing is enough."
Zhou Hu held his iron spear horizontally, speaking earnestly.
"Your gun is now fully functional."
"What Zhao Tou provided was the frame, the backbone of the spear."
"What I can offer is not to overturn everything and start over. Instead, I can add another layer to your existing foundation. Knowing when to engage, when to contest the goal, and when to use your strengths to create an opening for your opponent. These are the things that can save your life once you're on the field."
He smiled as he said this.
"To be honest, your gun isn't very good-looking."
"Huh?" Mo Qin was taken aback.
Zhou Hu continued:
"In terms of fighting style, it's like a gun that rolled out of the mud."
"It has a dirty vibe."
"It also has a lively spirit."
Mo Qin stroked his chin and asked cautiously.
Is this a compliment?
"I guess so."
Zhou Hu slammed his iron spear on the ground. "Starting tomorrow, come at dawn. If you're not afraid of getting beaten, I'll continue to accompany you."
"Thank you, Brother Zhou."
Don't thank me too soon.
Zhou Hu said, "Once we really get started, I won't hold back."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Just then, Mochin heard the familiar sound of a golf club hitting the ground.
Without even turning around, I knew who was coming.