After Qin Luguang and the others left, Zhu Yanfeng's smoking faction became badly outnumbered at the meeting. Although he could not smoke in the Council Hall today, he took out his pipe to satisfy the craving in his mouth.
He casually twirled the pipe stem a few times and said leisurely, "I know about these breathing techniques. I've used them too."
At that moment, the atmosphere in the meeting hall instantly fell silent, and everyone's eyes focused on Zhu Yanfeng.
Zhu Yanfeng stood up, his burly body casting a heavy shadow under the sunlight.
He cleared his throat, his voice carrying a hint of excitement and pride. "I've learned a breathing technique. On that point, Old Zhu has deep personal experience. It contains many schools, and each school suits different attributes of Soul Power. I chose the Earth Attribute Stone Breathing Technique school."
At this point, he paused, as though recalling every bit of his experience cultivating the breathing technique.
His hands clenched tightly into fists, the muscles beneath his skin bulging slightly, displaying his formidable strength.
"Put it this way. Ever since I cultivated this Stone Breathing Technique, both my offense and defense have improved by a huge margin. It mainly focuses on physical strength, comparable to soul skills, and this thing saves Soul Power too. Everyone, think about it. What does that mean?" Zhu Yanfeng's voice grew more and more excited, just short of spraying spittle as he spoke.
He breathed out a mouthful of stale air, then continued, "This time in Chang'an City, I encountered an Agility Attack Type Soul Douluo from the Crimson Church. It was a fierce battle, but relying on the power of the breathing technique and Nine Yin Martial Skill, I defeated him head-on with attacks."
As soon as these words came out,