Blade Flight!

Seeing Yang Yu head out to train, Grandpa Yang said nothing more, only reminding him once again to be careful.

During these past days of learning fist techniques with Yang Yu, Grandpa Yang had also learned that Yang Yu's Martial Way Realm was not low and that his physical fitness was excellent.

But he could not help worrying.

Only after repeatedly assuring his grandfather that he would be safe and telling him not to worry did Yang Yu leave the house.

It was midsummer.

As a first-tier coastal metropolis, Jiangnan City was at its hottest during this time of year.

In the past, people who had finished dinner and come outside to enjoy the cool evening could be seen everywhere, but now there were not many to be found.

Perhaps no one said it aloud, but everyone knew that it was dangerous outside now.

Yang Yu, however, did not care.

The physical fitness of an Intermediate War General, Master Level Blade Technique and Fist Technique, along with his hidden Spiritual Force.

The current Yang Yu would have been considered one of the experts even decades later, the kind of Expert who could traverse the Wilderness Area alone!

Not to mention this major city, which was still relatively peaceful.

This time, Yang Yu's destination was no longer Nanshan, but the more distant Yanshan!

Yanshan was more than three hundred kilometers from Jiangnan City. Before his Mental Force awakened, Yang Yu would never have chosen somewhere so far away for training.

Now that his Mental Force had awakened, and after a full day of practice, the highly perceptive Yang Yu had basically gained control over his suddenly increased physical strength and powerful Mental Force.

A distance that had once seemed far now could be crossed in half an hour, even if he could not reach his limit, so long as Yang Yu used the cover of night to fly low on his blade.

Following the road, Yang Yu now looked like a swordsman from ancient times.

A long Blade Case was strapped to his back.

But after Yang Yu's simple modifications, it looked less like a Blade Case and more like a long guitar case.

So although the occasional passerby found it strange, no one looked into it too closely.

There were plenty of people far stranger than that these days.

People had seen enough that they no longer found it unusual.

And so.

Yang Yu walked from dusk until night fell.

When darkness completely blanketed the earth.

Yang Yu drew his blade!

"The shield isn't finished yet. I'll first see what Blade Flight feels like!"

When he had read novels in his previous life, Yang Yu had always envied those immortals who could fly on swords.

If he could not fly on a sword now, then he would fly on a blade!

Using the night as cover.

Yang Yu stepped onto his War Blade and flew at extreme speed close to the ground.

Though the night sky was dark, Yang Yu's current physical fitness had long allowed him to see in black night.

He sped onward. After leaving the urban area, Yang Yu abruptly increased his speed. Once it had reached close to the Speed of Sound, he maintained it as he flew toward Yanshan.

At an altitude of more than ten meters, with fierce wind rushing against his face, Yang Yu had never felt so free.

"This is the scent of freedom!"

As he entered an uninhabited area, Yang Yu's thoughts shifted, and the War Blade suddenly climbed upward, bringing him to an altitude of a thousand meters.

Quietly looking down at the brightly lit metropolis in the distance, Yang Yu felt conflicted.

Before long, it would likely be difficult to see such a peaceful and prosperous night scene again.

The next time he saw it, perhaps it would be the era of Base Cities after the Grand Nirvana had ended.

After reflecting for a moment, Yang Yu continued driving his Mental Force and flew toward Yanshan.

More than ten minutes later.

Yang Yu descended like a giant eagle onto one of Yanshan's peaks.

It was an enormous boulder several meters wide. After years of wind, sun, rain, and snow, its surface was pitted, but still fairly flat.

However, with sheer cliffs thousands of meters high surrounding it, no one had ever come here.

Using the faint moonlight to survey the area, Yang Yu found no suspicious creatures nearby and began freely practicing his Blade Technique.

Holding his War Blade, Yang Yu first went through the Five Elements Thunder Blade, then the Five Element Fist, Twelve Form Fist, and Soaring Dragon Footwork.

After performing every move once, his warm-up was complete.

Yang Yu took out his flying daggers again.

Spiritual Force clung to them, and the flying daggers instantly became afterimages that danced in every direction.

Yang Yu stepped onto his War Blade and rose into the sky with the swirling flying daggers.

Looking at the jagged mountain peak ahead, Yang Yu narrowed his eyes.

In an instant, the Nine Flying Daggers blasted toward the peak.

"Bang!!!"

The steep peak formed from boulders several meters wide was utterly fragile before the Nine Flying Daggers under Yang Yu's full strength control.

After only a few rounds of bombardment, Yang Yu completely sheared away the peak.

But Yang Yu had not had enough. He flew on his blade to another peak and continued controlling the flying daggers to bombard it with full strength.

Only after this peak had been blasted into powder did Yang Yu choose another one to attack.

Besides practicing his control over the flying daggers and gauging their exact destructive power, Yang Yu also wanted to test the consumption of Spiritual Force when he controlled the flying daggers to attack at full strength.

Although the Purple Sphere in his Consciousness Sea constantly released mist-like Spiritual Force, the rate of release was not fast.

If the rate of consumption greatly exceeded the rate of release, then it was entirely possible for his Mental Force to run out during an intense, prolonged battle.

The cautious Yang Yu certainly would not wait until he actually encountered such a situation before figuring out what to do.

Only by grasping these figures could he know what to expect in the brutal battles ahead.

If he discovered mid-fight that his Spiritual Force was gone, that would be quite a problem.

Yang Yu naturally would not make such a low-level mistake.

Two and a half hours later.

After a series of detailed tests.

Yang Yu finally gained a comprehensive understanding of his current Junior War God-level Spiritual Force.

First.

When unleashing Mental Force attacks at full strength, the Mental Force in his mind could maintain maximum-frequency output for two hours.

Beyond two hours, the Spiritual Force he had stored would be at risk of being depleted.

Furthermore, the impact force of Spiritual Force was indeed two levels stronger than the destructive power of Yang Yu wielding his War Blade with all his strength!

Then, after Spiritual Force was completely depleted, he could meditate and use the Guide Technique to fully restore it within half an hour.

He had also basically tested the rest of the data, such as controlling the flying daggers' changes of direction, their maximum burst speed, the limits of Blade Flight, and so on.

After committing all this data to memory, Yang Yu ended his meditation, completely restoring the Spiritual Force he had just exhausted.

Feeling the slowly rotating Purple Sphere in his Consciousness Sea and the War Blade tightly gripped in his hand, Yang Yu felt completely secure.

With chaotic times approaching, nothing could put Yang Yu more at ease than this.

Rising to his feet and looking around, Yang Yu flew on his blade again, preparing to return to Jiangnan City.

More than half an hour later.

Back home, Yang Yu watched the news with his grandfather for a while before returning to his bedroom to rest.

Seeing Yang Yu return safely, the ever-worried Grandpa Yang was relieved and returned to his own bedroom to rest.

By the time Yang Yu had completed his routine cultivation of Genetic Origin Energy, it was already deep into the night.

Yang Yu looked at the city outside the window, still brightly lit, and slowly drifted off to sleep.