Chapter 64 Martial Skills

Meanwhile, this soul avatar had already returned to the soul palace within Ling Xiao's main body.

"Such boring and tedious things!" Ling Xiao said with a shake of his head, casting the matter aside.

At this moment, he was in an open area, instructing Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu in martial techniques, specifically the Water-Flow Soft Dance and the footwork technique known as Drunken Immortal.

Sword Douluo had already departed.

Ling Xiao had packed dozens of bottles of various grades of Spring of Life into a spatial ring and given them to Sword Douluo to take back with him.

As for the others from Shrek Academy, he had altered their recent memories before relocating them elsewhere; after all, that kind of spectacle was not something meant for their eyes.

"Water-Flow Soft Dance, Rippling Waves!" Ning Rongrong's fists turned into a blur of afterimages as she struck toward Ling Xiao.

"Not bad, able to throw dozens of punches every second!" Ling Xiao evaluated, his body evading every single strike with the tiniest margin of movement.

"Today I will teach you a new move, watch closely!" Ling Xiao said.

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong attentively observed Ling Xiao's hand gestures. He curved both hands, then extended two fingers straight, wrapping them in a pale blue soul power.

"Water-Flow Soft Dance, Piercing Droplet."

Ling Xiao struck the ground, and instantly a pit appeared—no more than ten centimeters in diameter, yet reaching a depth of a hundred meters.

Then Ling Xiao changed his hand seals, keeping his fingers straight and tightly pressed together.

"Water-Flow Soft Dance, Water Blade."

As a pale blue wave of soul power swept across the ground, a fissure dozens of meters deep and hundreds of meters long tore open in the earth.

"Water is immensely powerful. Over a long period of time, it can drip through hard stone and metal. With sufficient force, it can also transform into a sharp water blade capable of slicing through rocks or even attacks!" Ling Xiao said earnestly.

Ning Rongrong carefully memorized Ling Xiao's movements and words, continuing to practice diligently.

Ling Xiao walked over to Xiao Wu, watching as she delivered a kick that snapped a tree trunk so thick it would have taken a person to barely wrap their arms around it.

"Xiao Wu, you excel in leg strength. The Wind-Thunder Flowing Shadow technique I am teaching you is specifically designed to train leg power." Ling Xiao produced a book and handed it to Xiao Wu.

"Remember, the essence of leg techniques lies in instantaneous explosive force combined with a continuous rhythm of attacks. This is the first form: Vanishing Shadow," Ling Xiao said, looking at Xiao Wu.

With a flash, his figure morphed into a blur. His legs lashed out like a tempest of wind and rain, every kick carrying a resounding roar as if tearing the fabric of the air apart.

Xiao Wu's eyes widened as she watched Ling Xiao's figure continuously morph before her, layers upon layer of leg shadows moving with lightning speed.

"The second form: Wind and Thunder."

After pausing for a fraction of a second, Ling Xiao moved again. He seemed to transform into a gentle breeze one moment and a striking bolt of lightning the next. With a sudden burst, a single kick lashed out, the air emitting a sharp, piercing shriek as though sliced by a razor-sharp blade. A massive boulder was shattered by the sheer force of this kick, sending rock fragments and dust flying in all directions.

"The third form: Drifting Wind."

Ling Xiao surged upward like a shooting star cutting through the night sky, his legs moving as fast as lightning. Every strike carried the momentum of a roaring tsunami, tracing silver trajectories through the air as he kicked continuously. The space itself seemed torn apart, emitting wave after wave of sonic booms.

"You must practice this martial technique well; it will definitely allow you to fight opponents of higher ranks," Ling Xiao said, coming to a halt.

"Mm!" Xiao Wu nodded, though a look of worry quickly surfaced in her eyes.

"Brother, if I keep practicing like this, won't my legs end up covered in muscles?" Xiao Wu asked anxiously. The mere thought of her long legs turning into bulging, muscular limbs filled her with dread.

"Rest assured, you are a soul master. This will only continuously temper your legs with your soul power, enhancing your leg strength without turning you into someone as muscle-bound as Zao Wuji."

"That's a relief!" Xiao Wu's worries vanished, and she resumed her earnest practice.

Time flew by, and before long, the next day arrived. Ling Xiao approached the two girls and nodded with satisfaction as he watched their progress.

"Rongrong, Xiao Wu, I'm heading back!"

Ling Xiao bid them farewell. It was time for him to complete the seventh trial of the God of Space. Ideally, he should have set off yesterday; he had already delayed for quite a long time.

"Brother, you're leaving so soon?" Xiao Wu stopped her practice, looking reluctant to see him go.

As for Ning Rongrong, her reaction was much stronger.

"You big meanie, you're leaving again! How long are you planning to disappear for this time?" Ning Rongrong rushed over and hugged Ling Xiao, her eyes turning red.

"Don't worry, it won't be too long. At most, a dozen days or so, and I'll come back to see you!" Ling Xiao said. The trials of the God of Space did not consume as much time as those of the God of Time.

"Really?" Ning Rongrong raised her face to look at Ling Xiao.

"Really. Within a dozen days, I will definitely be back."

"Fine!"

Ning Rongrong slowly loosened her grip and said, "Big meanie, remember you have to come back, or else I'll..."

After thinking for a moment, unable to come up with a proper threat, she could only say, "If you don't come back, I'll never talk to you again!"

"Alright! Xiao Wu, Rongrong, goodbye!" Ling Xiao smiled at Ning Rongrong's puffed-up cheeks, waved goodbye, and stepped forward, vanishing from their sight.

"Rongrong, stop staring, let's go back!" Xiao Wu said, pulling Ning Rongrong toward the training grounds.

"Mm! Xiao Wu, but that open space was completely wrecked—will it be fine?" Ning Rongrong asked.

"It's fine, Brother already restored that place to its original state. Plus, Brother said he's already altered everyone else's memories!" Xiao Wu said.

"Why?"

"Rongrong, think about it. If they all knew about Brother's strength, they'd probably pester us in the future. After all, since Brother is so amazing, they might come asking for favors when they need help."

"If they really came asking for help, it would be so annoying. I don't like those people at all, I won't help them!" Xiao Wu rolled her eyes and said.

"That's true."

Ning Rongrong thought about it and nodded. They were only classmates on the surface. Aside from Zao Wuji, who was slightly better, the others all kept a certain distance from them, especially Dai Mubai.

Still, that was only natural. They never really shared any common topics with the others, nor did they train together. As for teaching the martial techniques they were learning to those people? That was utterly out of the question.

Consequently, they had even formed a grudge with Dai Mubai, since he wanted to become stronger to prove himself, and Tang San and the others also wanted to learn. But how precious were these martial techniques? Why should they teach them?

If not for Flender stepping in to mediate back then, they would have beaten Dai Mubai half to death long ago!

Returning to the training grounds, the two of them ignored the others' training and simply found the shade of a large tree to relax and chat, even though the rest looked somewhat displeased.

However, whether it was Ning Rongrong or Xiao Wu, either one of them could easily beat all the others combined. No one was eager to get a beating.