A moment later, the dust and smoke in the training ground dispersed. Wu Zhangkong's figure appeared in Yun Chen's sight once more. After serving as his sparring partner all night, his pristine white shirt and lake-blue hair were already covered in dust.
However, Wu Zhangkong did not care much about that. He withdrew his Martial Soul. "Take some time to settle your thoughts and strive to completely grasp that moment of insight. If you need a sparring partner, you can come find me anytime."
"Thank you, Teacher Wu." After offering his sincere thanks, Yun Chen directly sat down cross-legged. The insight he had gained in that instant was indeed far clearer than every punch he had thrown throughout the night.
What Yun Chen had comprehended from that punch was not some technique for exerting force, nor a trick for merging Soul Power and blood essence. It was a kind of artistic conception, as well as a kind of momentum.
Because of the differences in their Martial Souls, Soul Masters could also grasp corresponding artistic conceptions during cultivation. Soul Masters with sword Martial Souls could grasp Sword Intent, while those with spear Martial Souls could grasp Spear Intent. What Yun Chen had grasped in the course of throwing punches was precisely this kind of artistic conception: Fist Intent.
As for momentum, it was an extension of artistic conception. The momentum Yun Chen had sensed was still vague, but it had already begun to take shape. Wu Zhangkong had seen this, which was why he had sparred with Yun Chen for an entire night.
To completely grasp momentum, Yun Chen needed to temper his Fist Intent to the utmost limit, then merge it with his spiritual will before he could truly form momentum. He was still far from reaching that point. However,