Culmination, Movement Technique Lv1

At Last, Movement Technique Lv1

After Tang San tried it and savored the rich layers of flavor on his tongue, he immediately nodded at Xiao Wu.

"It's delicious."

"Really?"

Xiao Wu was still somewhat skeptical.

But it did smell fragrant. Tang San wouldn't lie to her, would he?

So she directly served herself a large bowl and cautiously picked up a piece.

After chewing it lightly, her round, jade-like rabbit eyes immediately lit up.

Delicious!

Xiao Wu began wolfing it down in huge bites, and Tang San could no longer wait either.

After eating Fang Ling's cooking for a month, he felt that this was what people were supposed to eat.

Going back to the cafeteria food now only made it seem bland and tasteless.

It was free and delicious.

Besides, it was a transaction—he only had to offer protection to the Work-Study Students, something he could do with a wave of his hand.

Fang Ling hurriedly served everyone a bowl.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

Fang Ling had successfully reached Level 5.

In the evening, thanks to Xiao Wu, he no longer needed to sweep the grounds.

This gave him more time to practice his techniques.

The appearance of technique proficiencies had confirmed his thoughts.

He had increased his Scythe Technique training to an hour.

As for the claim that a Battle Berserker's technique training yielded half the results for twice the effort, he had not experienced it.

However, the Scythe Technique Lv1 rated as Beginner by the Stats Panel had made his use of the Sickle far more natural.

Hooking, pulling, slashing, blocking, thrusting...

He could now perform all sorts of movements with decent form.

He truly understood the benefits of having his Scythe Technique acknowledged by the Stats Panel.

He no longer had to worry about hurting himself, either.

After his customary hour of daily Scythe Technique practice, he began training his Movement Technique.

The emergence of Scythe Technique proficiency meant that Movement Technique could likewise form a proficiency!

Combat opponents came in all shapes and forms; this was not a turn-based game.

Tang San was a control-type long-range Soul Master. With Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his figure drifted gracefully, his movements ghostlike and impossible to strike.

Fang Ling was a close-range fighter, so he needed even more coordination between his Movement Technique and Scythe Technique.

He already had the Scythe Technique, making a good Movement Technique especially important.

Now that he had some money to spare, he had wrapped the trees he often practiced among with additional cotton cloth.

It was not thick, but it at least provided a buffer, so he would not smash into them hard enough to get a nosebleed.

Once he was ready, he began weaving and leaping between the trees.

His footwork appeared casual, yet it concealed profound mysteries.

What mysteries did it conceal? If you asked Fang Ling, he would not know either.

Every turn and every leap was incomparably precise.

The length of each step and every adjustment to his posture had been worked out after crashing into trees hundreds of times and falling dozens more.

Countless failures had made him intimately familiar with every tree root protruding from the ground in this area, every overly slippery stone, and which patches of soil were hard or soft.

Fortunately, he had taken thorough precautions, so there was no danger of serious injury.

Though he suffered no major injuries, minor ones never ceased.

For that reason, he had nearly been blacklisted by the academy's healing-type Soul Masters before reaching his current level.

As his training deepened, his movements grew faster and faster.

His figure gradually blurred in the dim evening light.

At times, he was like an eagle striking through the skies; at others, like a fish gliding through shallow waters.

Every landing was soundless, and every leap displayed light, graceful elegance.

Unfortunately, this was only his fantasy of the future.

This barely formed Body Technique had only made his body somewhat more agile than before.

It had not even taken shape into a specialty yet.

Being as light as a swallow was wonderful, but he could not do that yet.

Only when his legs had begun to go weak from training did Fang Ling stop.

He had brought a water flask.

After taking a drink, resting briefly, and rubbing his already sore legs, he lowered the intensity of his training and continued.

Just then, the faint crunch of footsteps on dead branches and fallen leaves sounded through the quiet forest.

Fang Ling was still training his Body Technique, breathing heavily, and did not notice.

Only when he sensed something was wrong and came back to himself did he see a familiar figure.

"Tang San?"

He hurriedly smiled and waved.

Tang San nodded lightly.

Fang Ling found it rather strange.

At this time, Tang San should have been fighting Xiao Wu.

Or he should have just returned from Yu Xiaogang's place and begun his meditation training.

Why had he come all the way to this remote corner, without making a sound, just quietly watching?

It was a little creepy.

How had I found my way to death this time?

"Sit down. Don't just stand there talking." Fang Ling wiped down a rock with his sleeve, trying to make it look a little cleaner.

Seeing the already dirty rock smeared evenly with filthy, foul-smelling mud, Tang San's mouth twitched slightly.

He finally understood why Fang Ling had bought so many sturdy hemp garments.

"No need. I was just passing by. I heard noises in the woods and came in to take a look by chance. I didn't expect you to be practicing something."

"Seeing how agile you and Xiao Wu are, I wanted to train a little too."

"Tang San, you saw it just now, right? What did you think?" Fang Ling asked eagerly.

Tang San glanced at the foul-smelling mud covering Fang Ling from head to toe, as well as the tree trunks around him wrapped in quilts.

He knew Fang Ling was training some sort of Body Technique.

He had watched the entire process. It was clumsy, like a monkey dancing, and could not compare to Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track in the slightest.

Not wanting to discourage Fang Ling, Tang San went against his heart and said, "Mm... it looked pretty good."

In truth, he was deeply disdainful. That sloppy appearance was truly unbearable to look at.

It was absurd enough for a Little Cripple to want to become a Battle Spirit Master, and now he wanted to train a Body Technique too?

It was all effort for no reward!

With his cooking skills, he could become an excellent chef in the future.

With merely Innate Level One Soul Power, why insist on stubbornly pursuing the path of a Soul Master?

Tang San watched Fang Ling, his eyes carrying a trace of pity.

He had asked Master about it long ago.

Someone like Fang Ling, with Innate Level One Soul Power, no notable background, and only the Basic Meditation Method commonly used across the continent, had extremely limited talent.

At most, he could only reach Soul Grandmaster.

He would need a great fortuitous opportunity to break through to Soul Elder.

The Scythe Martial Soul was far too ordinary and was not suited for combat to begin with.

Master had told him that cultivating quickly for a time did not mean much.

There were records from the past that this could easily leave irreversible hidden injuries in the body's Meridians.

"What's wrong?" Fang Ling waved a hand in front of Tang San.

Thinking of Xiao Wu still waiting for him, Tang San smiled and casually said, "Nothing. Remember to come back early. Teacher will come inspect us tonight."

"Remember to take a bath before coming back. That smell on you, tsk~"

Tang San covered his nose.

"Don't worry, I know. I'll definitely wash up before heading back."

Fang Ling watched Tang San walk away.

Watching him lightly leap away without a trace of filth getting on him, Fang Ling fell into thought.

After simulating it in his mind for a moment, he began trying to imitate it.

At first, he took several hard falls, but before long, he found the knack.

His movements grew increasingly nimble, gradually taking on a touch of effortless grace.

With the final flash of inspiration in his mind, Fang Ling lightly tapped off with his toes, took a step forward, then landed steadily on a slick tree root.

He kicked up a leaf, the corner of his lips curling faintly.

Fang Ling naturally noticed that the Stats Panel in his vision had changed again.

Having become extremely familiar with the Stats Panel, he spotted the new addition in an instant.

Another entry had appeared under Specialties.

Movement Technique Lv1 (Skill Specialty. Beginner movement technique. A movement skill created in a flash of inspiration after a novice with no foundation failed countless times. Can be used for rapid movement over short distances or through multiple obstacles.)