Three Thousand Lightning Movement

In a deep, ancient forest, the bright moonlight spilled down, and the cries of various Magic Beasts rang out from time to time, sounding quite terrifying.

On the mountaintop, under the moonlight, two beauties—one large and one small—sat on a giant rock, looking toward the tall figure slowly walking up into the sky not far away.

I do not know when a strong wind had risen, blowing across this boundless sea of forest and straight up into the clouds.

The young man kept his eyes tightly shut, his short black hair dancing in the wind as he ascended into the sky bit by bit.

There was no energy fluctuation on his body; there was only wind, the wind that was lifting him up.

Following his will, the wind between this heaven and earth became even more violent.

However, not long after, the wind in the area where the three were located suddenly stopped.

At this moment, this world was terrifyingly quiet. The Magic Beasts that had been roaring due to the gale were now motionless.

The oppressive atmosphere felt like the silence before a storm.

If one were to raise their perspective and lock onto the clouds within a radius of a thousand miles centered on these three, one would discover that these clouds were being pulled by some invisible force, gathering toward the very center.

As time passed, even the eye of the storm, which had been the quietest, began to see wind.

A sea of clouds that stretched beyond the horizon surged toward this area, obscuring the bright moonlight and plunging the entire world into darkness.

One could not even see their own fingers, yet the sea of clouds overhead continued to gather.

Beneath the clouds, the wind seemed unsatisfied, continuing to fan the flames, blowing the forest below until it rustled like the sound of actual ocean waves.

Gradually, silvery-white electric light flickered between the clouds, resembling a divine dragon weaving through the layers.

This was the true power of heaven and earth, the greatest force in the world; even a Dou Huang would feel their own insignificance in the face of such power.

The well-prepared Little Fairy Doctor took out a Rank 5 fire-attribute Magic Beast core and placed it in a glass container, dispelling the darkness around the two of them.

Because he had cleared out the high-level Magic Beasts near the academy earlier, Wu Yong had an endless supply of Magic Beast cores, so he had developed many daily uses for them.

For instance, fire-attribute cores could be used for lighting and heating, water-attribute cores could be used to regulate the air in a room, and ice-attribute cores could be used as refrigerators, and so on.

For the weak, in such an environment, time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and every second passed with extreme agony.

But for the strong, time remained the same, neither fast nor slow.

BOOM!!!

CRACK!!!

A deafening thunderclap rang out, startling the young man who was being held in the palm of the wind in the sky.

From the deepest part of his green Storage Ring, he took out the remaining silver scroll. The Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill, which looked like plain water, had long since been fed to the Little Fairy.

"The wind rises and clouds surge, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles."

Sitting cross-legged in the air, Wu Yong looked up at the terrifying scene of the churning sea of clouds above, with lightning weaving through it from time to time. He curled the corners of his mouth slightly and tore open the silver scroll in his hand.

The next moment, a bright silver beam of light shot straight into the clouds, visible within a radius of a hundred miles.

Wu Yong was not at all worried about such a commotion; in fact, he wanted to see who else within ten thousand miles of the Inner Academy would dare to come over with eyes that didn't know better.

Soon, the silver beam of light dissipated and returned to the scroll.

As the sea of clouds above churned and lightning flickered, the silver light on the scroll became increasingly intense. Finally, the scroll floated up, level with his chest, and those silver rays transformed into tiny, sprinting figures, each in different poses, with silver lightning beneath their feet.

The silver figures were fast, like real lightning, but Wu Yong had long been prepared; how could he let them run away?

Moreover, this wind and thunder power contained the wind itself...

With just a thought, after these silver figures flew around Wu Yong once, they automatically entered his body.

After the silver wind and thunder power entered Wu Yong's body, it did not rage as it had when facing the disciples of the Wind Lightning Pavilion; instead, it was actively refined and merged into Wu Yong's body with absolute docility.

Tiny silver electric sparks flashed and vanished in Wu Yong's amber eyes, and the cultivation method for Three Thousand Lightning Movement emerged in his mind.

Transform the body into lightning, control it with the mind.

Pondering these last eight large silver characters, Wu Yong looked thoughtful and slowly stood up.

His figure flashed violently, and Wu Yong appeared a hundred meters away, leaving behind a dissipating afterimage.

The three realms of Three Thousand Lightning Movement: Thunder Flash, Thunder Instant, and Three Thousand Lightning.

This was the mark of having cultivated Three Thousand Lightning Movement to the realm of Thunder Flash, but Wu Yong's face clearly showed dissatisfaction.

In the dark world beneath the sea of clouds, electric light flickered frequently until half an hour later.

With a crisp snap of his fingers, the sea of clouds was blown away, and the darkness was dispelled by the returning moonlight.

Coming before the two women who were eating melon seeds, Wu Yong also grabbed a handful.

"Just as I thought before, ptui ptui ptui, this Three Thousand Lightning Movement doesn't significantly improve my combat power, ptui ptui ptui..."

As the Son of Wind, even without any so-called movement Dou Technique, his speed was far superior to those of the same rank.

It is widely acknowledged that wind-attribute experts are fast, and the speed of the Son of Wind goes without saying.

Relying on his own insight into the wind, Wu Yong had cultivated this Three Thousand Lightning Movement to the second realm, Thunder Instant, in a short period of time.

But the problem was, if Wu Yong did not use this Three Thousand Lightning Movement, his own speed was even faster.

As it stands, the purpose of this Three Thousand Lightning Movement for Wu Yong was to let him truly understand what a Earth-tier movement Dou Technique should look like.

It was far more refined than the methods he had comprehended himself, allowing him to learn from its strengths to offset his own weaknesses, granting him greater ease and agility in short-distance maneuvering.

Furthermore, this power of wind and lightning was truly exceptional, opening up a new direction for Wu Yong.

Whether it was offensive power or speed, it was well worth him dedicating some effort to it.

Of course, Wu Yong would not put the cart before the horse; his foundation remained the wind.

He only needed to understand the powers derived from the wind; there was no need to delve too deeply into them.

"But ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, with this Three Thousand Lightning Movement as a reference, perhaps I can create a movement Dou Technique unique to me, one even better than this Three Thousand Lightning Movement, ptooey, ptooey..."

Watching Wu Yong spitting out melon seed shells with such a lack of decorum, the gaze Little Fairy Doctor turned toward him became exceptionally bright.

This was her A-Yong, the most outstanding man in this world.

A moment later, under the guidance of their intelligence officer, Zi Yan, Wu Yong took the two of them and flew toward the south at a speed of over ten Mach.

The bandit duo—no, it was now a bandit trio.

The bandit trio was arriving soon; one wondered which group of high-level Magic Beasts was about to suffer a catastrophic disaster...