Seven Emotions Combat Arts—Le Yu had not heard that term in a long time.
The last time had been when he was beating Gao Jin senseless as Qian Yuliu. Gao Jin had used the Seven Emotions Combat Arts to shoot a painless, ineffective beam of green light at him, and Le Yu had assumed it was a mental attack.
Le Yu had never seen the Seven Emotions Combat Arts on the system panel, either. Almost nobody trained this combat art to Entry Level—or rather, this combat art seemed to have no realms at all. No matter how you trained it, the result was the same.
If he had to put it into words, the Seven Emotions Combat Arts were actually a trading system. As long as you sacrificed enough emotions, you could obtain enough feedback, but the vast majority of emotions had no value.
Irritability, self-pity, pleasure, anxiety... These ordinary emotions that could appear countless times in daily life were nothing special. Even if ordinary people treated them as flood beasts, losing sleep and dreaming excessively, suffering abnormal discharge and kidney deficiency, and ending up with weak legs, that was all there was to it.
Because you could endure them. You could hold on. You overcame those emotions.
In this war, you won.
The price demanded by the Seven Emotions Combat Arts was an emotion you could not overcome.
That was also why the well-informed Le Yu had yet to see a genuine Seven Emotions Martial Artist. Most martial artists defeated by their emotions had already been eliminated by society and would never live long enough to appear before him.
The more Le Yu learned about combat arts, the more puzzled he became by the Seven Emotions Combat Arts. According to its requirements, even Jing Zhengwei of Qinri, Qin Leyin