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 Instead of looking for trouble, he was busy thrusting his spear, training in the river that was cold from the snowfall, as the speed he could unleash in this place was being hindered. In the process, he seemed to have gone back to the situation where he did not have the benefit of speed. He also found it more or less acceptable compared to before since the cold was being suppressed by internal energy he could actually feel more strain on the body and the target snowflakes were even more difficult to hit at the moment as he had to perform more than one task. He was to resist the cold and hit the target that was already too difficult at the same time.

Having to control his strength to the most basic level was important and a step that could not be postponed. The rapid winding of the spear in his hand and whipping forward, become very common but in the end, he could barely manage to go on for more than an hour. This practice method seemed to have some benefits for concentration too. It seemed like he had gone back to the days when he had started to train in the spearman-ship by the waterfall, but this time he already had some goals on his path compared to that time as he knew even the next stage he should expect if improvements at this place were to accumulate into a breakthrough in his spearman-ship.

He was still trying to attain artistic conception but he did not have any will being put in his attacks or he had yet to realize this, and as a practitioner one has to have some already defined goals and work towards them but he only wanted to survive in this world, this in itself is not his end goal, as this, it would be somehow difficult to attain artistic conception without any will be attached to it, especially for a weapon user. This is practically the most important and should resonate the will with the moves and in this case his spear thrusts to fall into the state and understand something.

Wang did not feel any sympathy for having destroyed the dog at that time since he did not like the feeling when he saw it and at the same time it can only be blamed for being incapable of escaping or looking at him with that attitude when it was just someone\'s pet. But he seemed to assume that the dog was used to others giving it some face but it forgot that Wang did not know it or its owner at all.

Well, it can\'t be blamed on Wang, he seemed to not have any good feelings for the dog or wolf or whatever that creature was. With a goal, he was very focused and wished to accomplish it the fastest way possible. Even though he had attained one artistic conception, it was focused on speed, it had less influence on his spearman-ship and he seemed to know this. He thus focused on his basic spear skills but had to accomplish some things with them. The most recent one was to practice control and hoped that when he managed to accomplish this perhaps his strength could increase his strength in the short term.

"I have a feeling that something is happening in this forest and for my own good, I better hope that I don\'t get surrounded by grandmasters." He could feel that the forest was no longer going to become safe for him. In order to avoid being put under the siege of others, especially when he looked at the spear in his arms. In the end, his thoughts seemed to have drifted away but his spear seemed to have some subtle changes.

Hu, hu...

With the spear thrusting through the wind, he was able to gain momentum even in the cold water, and some cycle seemed to be forming the cold from the body was being slowly pushed back while the internal energy was being forced to operate at this stage was fusing and changing. His movements would increase and slow down but the attack frequency seemed the same and if one were to see this, one could be shocked. The speed of artistic conception he thought he was suppressing seemed to have undergone a change, or to be more specific it had improved.

"Pu! Pu! Pu!"

With the thrust of the spear, the snowflakes seemed to be slowly being crushed as time went by and he could hit some and miss most. With the slow-moving spear, it seemed that hitting the target was a sure thing.

"Peng, peng."

The more he thrust the spear the more natural it seemed and he could transform from fast to slow the moment he finished this, he had some changes happening with his spear attack methods too. In the same sense, he had actually started to affect the water near him. His breathing was also becoming faster and faster allowing the circulation of blood allowing his body to resist the cold with the assistance of his internal energy.

" In the next period, I guess it would take a life-and-death battle to accomplish some of the goals I have." Wang thought as he switched to Fist techniques. He had already accomplished more of the spear practice for the day and to go further he had to put himself under pressure. The more pressure the faster he could have to adapt to improve and perhaps even attain his artistic conception. In the face of life and death, one is forced to act on instinct and he had gotten the same idea from having talked to Ruruo. It seemed she knew something he did not know, as when that moment comes, one becomes very clear about their priorities.

The more he thought about the improvement in the realm he needed, he had already decided to push himself with this sense of danger that his instincts seemed to be sending him. "All I have to do is to push myself into a breakthrough into my spear mastery, and with this, it can be easy to enter the grandmaster. My physique is okay at the moment, so there is no need to go further into cultivating the Indestructible Pragna at the moment. The time and resources required for it can be spent on another area and perhaps he might have better results faster in other areas.

In the period he has been in the forest, he spent close to four years just taking the body art to the third level and he could indeed see that the benefits are immense due to his super strong physique that can rival grandmasters. But then again, he had to work hard to improve the fist techniques so that they could take advantage of his strong body in combat and the spear could wield immense power with every stage he managed to break through, so he did not want to give this up. The other reason is also the fact that he enjoyed playing with the spear and every time he swung it, he could feel real destruction that could be unleashed with it.

In the same way, he did not care about the number of monsters he hunted during that period to improve his strength, and at this moment he could feel that his strength was indeed not going to improve anytime soon, a familiar feeling back then and this time he would not take risks unless he gained an improvement in his spearman-ship as the body seemed to not have registered the speed artistic conception. In this way, he felt that he had to make more progress within the shortest possible period and thus he could not avoid risking his life. In this world, it was already a lucky thing to survive this long and he did not feel safe at all. His main agenda thus became doing everything he could to step up.

In this way, he spend his days moving by the river but never encountered anyone other than beasts that he fought using his spearman-ship alone and it allowed his combat experience to be pilled up and this was the case when dealing with creatures fighting on instinct. In this way, he improved without even realizing it and the speed at which he thrust his spear also helped raise his combat in one instance he unleashed close to 85 spear thrusts per second and the impact was his body and he passed out thankfully he had killed a stronger prey making other monsters not dare approach.

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