Practicing the Umbrella

"Screech—"

A series of tearing sounds echoed through the air.

Boss Lu, holding the Lion Umbrella, repeated a single movement.

With his current strength, even without using the light points within his body, the Lion Umbrella in his hand could send someone flying.

Because of this, every time he unleashed his full power, it seemed like he could tear the surrounding air.

Once, twice, thrice…

As the repetitions increased, his arms gradually went numb.

His strength was great, but exerting his full power every time was truly exhausting.

Fortunately, the cultivation of "Menstrual Pain" had already accustomed him to pain, so what was the soreness and numbness in his arms?

Although it wasn't the same sensation, Boss Lu's current endurance was very strong.

Lin Xiaoqi hadn't taught Lu Yibai how to strike to achieve the greatest impact.

The most suitable movement and posture were different for everyone.

It required practicing and experiencing it oneself, repeatedly, to carefully feel the sensations and differences.

As his body had been strengthened, his perception became increasingly acute. As long as he calmed his mind and felt, he could discern it.

After five hundred repetitions with his right hand, he switched to his left.

Now he felt like a cripple; his right hand was practically numb.

Five hundred repetitions weren't many, but exerting full power was different.

After five hundred repetitions with each hand, Lu Yibai felt like he was a useless piece of trash at the first stage.

Although his arms were the primary source of power, everyone should know that to achieve the maximum effect, areas like the waist also needed to exert force.

But the next day, he continued to practice.

The third day, the fourth day, he didn't slack off for a single day.

Persistence was key!

The door to the new world had already been opened, so he had to establish a firm foothold within it.

Living was not easy for anyone, really.

Putting in more effort behind the scenes allowed for more ease in front of others.

Keep going, consider it laying the foundation for future showing off!

While practicing, Lin Xiaoqi required Lu Yibai to be completely focused, with one hundred percent concentration, which was actually… quite difficult.

After all, when he practiced the umbrella, he was mobilizing his full strength. His hearing was very acute now. It was fine on normal days, but once he exerted his full power, he could actually hear all sorts of miscellaneous sounds.

Especially since the neighbor, Ye Yiyi, was such a drama queen.

You must know that this was a Night Demon with ideals and ambitions, passionate about role-playing. She truly had a lot of dramatic flair and lived in her own world.

Even while taking a bath, she could be heard muttering about Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Moon over the Lotus Pond," smelling the fragrance of the shower gel on her arms and saying, "It's like stars in the blue sky, or a beauty just out of the bath, a gentle breeze blowing, sending wisps of fragrance..."

Give me a break, with all that noise from the water, are you sure it wasn't a sow splashing around?

You could say she had a very active inner monologue.

Lin Xiaoqi would occasionally come to check on his progress, striding with her legs that could be played with for a decade.

When most people saw legs like that, their reaction was: Holy crap, it feels like her entire leg is her brain!

Under such circumstances, maintaining single-mindedness was indeed difficult.

Who wasn't a young man full of vigor and vitality?

After her bath, Ye Yiyi changed into her waitress uniform and ran to Lu Yibai, sitting down obediently like a puppy waiting for its owner to feed it.

Lu Yibai's arms were already numb, but there was nothing he could do; Ye Yiyi needed Yang energy replenishment.

So, he forced himself to pick up the Lion Umbrella, pressing the tip of the umbrella against her lower abdomen, and then channeled a portion of the light points within his body into the umbrella.

"Ying ying ying..."

The Yang energy flowed into her body like a small stream. These were the few seconds Ye Yiyi enjoyed the most each day.

Ah, if this continued for too long, she might become addicted.

"Boss, do you want me to help you rub your arms?" Ye Yiyi asked obediently and flatteringly.

As she spoke, she extended her fair and tender hands.

"No need, hurry downstairs and get to work. The bar will be open soon."

Rubbing arms? What's more important than earning money?

Are you trying to slack off?

Boss Lu was truly strict…

Days turned into weeks, and Boss Lu practiced diligently every day, then spent his time poking around with the Lion Umbrella.

He was engrossed in it.

After all, strength brings dignity; the weak are merely units of measurement.

You've probably heard lines like this: "Kid, I'm strong enough to take on three XXXs. Just surrender obediently!"

"Hah, only three? I'm the man who's going to defeat a hundred XXXs!"

Practice more, at least so that in the future, he'd be the one poking others, not the other way around.

Talent seemed predetermined by fate, but practicing more couldn't hurt.

In his view, what was "fate"?

Fate is the excuse of the weak; fortune is the humble word of the strong.

After many days of practicing a single movement, Lu Yibai's body had begun to adapt.

He had a general sense of which movement could unleash the greatest force, and he focused on making that posture every time he practiced.

Slowly, his body would remember the movement, turning it into an instinctive reaction.

This was important and very useful.

It was just a shame that Lu Yibai couldn't achieve results quickly. He was following the Trash Protagonist School path, not the rebirth or invincible types.

The only thing that had brought Lu Yibai some comfort these past few days was that his wounds had completely healed, not even leaving a scar. This healing medicine was potent! If he could sell it, it would be a godsend for people with acne scars!

Most importantly, the Rat Demon had a case of nail fungus, but it hadn't infected him.

"Big head son, little head dad, got nail fungus, one infects two~"

Humming a tune softly, Lu Yibai, in a cheerful mood, once again threw himself into practice.

"Screech—!"

The Lion Umbrella sliced through the air, making a tearing sound.

Full of force, he was very satisfied.

Lin Xiaoqi happened to come into the living room to get some water and saw this.

"Looking good, Boss! Your progress is incredible!" Lin Xiaoqi gave him a thumbs-up.

"Can I practice the next move now?" Lu Yibai turned his head and asked.

"Ummmm... not yet."

Lu Yibai: "???"

Why? It seemed perfect.

"Because it's not accurate enough," Lin Xiaoqi pointed to the tip of the umbrella.

Lu Yibai immediately understood.

His arms had indeed developed muscle memory, and each strike maximized his strength, but he wasn't hitting the target.

Not hitting the target, what terrifying words!

Unacceptable!

She stacked two chairs on top of each other, then casually picked up a fashion magazine from the table.

She tore off a small strip of paper from a page.

Then, she stuck this small strip of paper onto the chair.

Because the magazine paper was relatively stiff, the protruding part of the strip stood up, resembling a mini target.

It was so small, it would be difficult to hit.

"Boss, let's begin."

Lu Yibai nodded.

Before starting, he asked, "Can't the first move of this Basic Umbrella Technique have a different name? Calling it [Poke] feels a bit strange."

"Sure, how about stab, or jab? But those verbs are usually used for needle-like objects, and our umbrella tip is cylindrical."

Lu Yibai: "..."

Never mind, maybe it was just him.

He told himself: Don't be vulgar, be elegant.

Calming himself, Boss Lu suddenly swung the Lion Umbrella in his hand.

As expected...

He didn't even graze it!