My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 116 - 98: Life-Saving Divine Skill?

Fang Zhen's tone wasn't harsh, but it carried a natural menace.

Having killed dozens of goblins and wiped out an entire Dogman Tribe, these experiences had forged a powerful confidence within him.

It was a fact that what he had learned were killing techniques, and he had plenty of experience to prove it.

Nick was stunned, hearing this flat response laced with killing intent.

Gradually, Nick's face began to flush.

Fang Zhen could tell at a glance that Nick had never been in a real fight; he'd only ever practiced his martial arts on targets.

He let out a faint laugh.

Those with practical experience always looked down on the academically trained.

The gulf between them was like that between a battlefield veteran and a so-called "top soldier"—one who might win awards in training but has never set foot in combat or killed a man.

A veteran might not march in perfect formation, fold his quilt into a neat block, or win any sparring tournaments, while the top soldier might have earned honors for those very skills.

Yet none of that would stop the veteran from utterly crushing the inexperienced rookie in the life-or-death reality of the battlefield.

Seeing Nick's face flush, Lotte, who was standing nearby, burst out laughing.

"And you were giving me crap! You're too scared to fight him, aren't you, Cowardly Nick!" Lotte shouted.

Lotte seemed to have a grudge against Nick, and his words were completely unfiltered.

At these words, Nick's face turned beet red, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Who the fuck is scared?"

"So you want a real fight? Fine! Bring it on! I accept!" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Nick yelled at the top of his lungs.

Fang Zhen could tell Nick was all ego. He was clearly a little scared, but he'd been backed into a corner and couldn't back down without losing face. All he could do was puff out his chest and push forward.

Fang Zhen didn't mind either way.

A fight was a fight. He didn't think Nick stood a chance.

Besides, status was something you had to fight for.

Even if Fang Zhen wanted to get on good terms with the Whig Society for future dealings or to learn about their curse marks, he first had to prove he was worthy.

Seeing is believing. If Nick didn't believe Fang Zhen had the strength to kill two Alien Ghosts on his own, the solution was simple: put Nick on his back.

Strength earned you a seat at the table.

"If you insist on testing me, I don't mind,"

Fang Zhen said.

He took his long spear from his Jue Ying motorcycle and planted it by his side.

"Pick your weapon. Choose one you're comfortable with, so you can't blame your tools when you lose."

Nick's face was flushed, but his expression grew deadly serious.

He tossed the wooden sword in his hand to the ground and walked over to a weapon rack on the wall. From it, Nick selected an iron sword.

The blade was about eighty-five to ninety centimeters long and looked to weigh two or three pounds. It was sharpened and appeared quite keen.

Sword in hand, Nick walked to the center of the training area.

"Come on. I'd like to see the skills that can take down two Alien Ghosts," Nick said.

"Nick, forget it. Fang Zhen isn't an enemy," Mark, who seemed to be the level-headed one, urged from the side.

"Mark, don't try to stop me. I just want to spar. At least I'll get some real combat experience," Nick said. "Besides, aren't you curious, too? Don't you want to see what this Fang Zhen can do?"

"Just stand aside and watch."

Hearing this, Mark pressed his lips together and said no more.

It seemed Mark was indeed curious to see Fang Zhen's skills as well.

Fang Zhen gave a slight nod and, under the watchful eyes of Mark, Lotte, and Emily, walked to the center of the training area.

He and Nick faced each other.

Fang Zhen made a single motion. He gripped his spear with both hands, leveled it toward Nick, and fell into a stance.

Nick stood opposite him, gripping his sword with both hands.

As the two took their stances, the onlookers—Mark, Lotte, and Emily—all held their breath, watching the impending duel with rapt attention.

Fang Zhen held his spear level, the tip aimed at the vital area between Nick's chest and throat.

Nick made two attempts to close the distance, but the tip of the long spear felt like it was constantly pressed against him.

Nick shifted his centerline twice, yet he could never escape the spear's oppressive reach.

Gradually, Nick began to feel the pressure. His face flushed again, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The first move reveals the master.

Nick might not have the best personality, but he was a trained fighter. He was stronger than the average person and possessed a certain degree of skill.

Yet now, despite several attempts to close in on Fang Zhen using his Body Technique, he found his opponent as immovable as a mountain. With the slightest, most efficient movements, Fang Zhen neutralized all of Nick's efforts.

This pressure transferred to Nick, causing his mental strain to skyrocket.

Fang Zhen, on the other hand, was completely at ease.

After solidifying the basic spear skills—Thrust and Sweep—Fang Zhen discovered that while it was ostensibly just two skills, he had gained many hidden benefits.

To put it simply, a perfect thrust and a perfect sweep required flawless posture and force generation. The slightest misuse of a muscle would, at best, deform the movement and, at worst, lead to a pulled muscle.

By solidifying the perfect basic Thrust and Sweep, Fang Zhen had, by extension, also solidified the perfect spear-wielding posture and the core principles of generating force.

The way he now held his spear was incredibly energy-efficient, stable, and effective.

At this moment, Fang Zhen held his spear. The weapon itself was over two meters long, and with his arm span, it gave him a superb attack range.

Nick's iron sword was less than a meter long in total. Even with his reach, he couldn't possibly get past the spear.

Breaking a long spear with a single sword was a feat worthy of bragging rights in the Martial Arts Realm. To pull it off, the sword wielder needed superior Body Technique, skill, and reaction speed.

Fang Zhen surpassed Nick in all these areas, and he was the one wielding the longer weapon. For his opponent to try and break through his defense was truly an impossible task.