Drawing Lightning into the Body! Body Secret Technique!

Soon, led by Wang Yanfeng and the others, Ning Feng arrived at the back mountain of the Body Sect.

The terrain here was open, a stark contrast to the rugged steepness of the front mountain.

Surrounding them was a clearing specifically carved out; the ground was level but etched with extremely complex lines.

These lines crisscrossed to form massive circular patterns, with a pitch-black metal pillar standing at the center of each.

The surface of the metal pillars was covered in tiny patterns, with Soul Power faintly circulating within them.

"These are the Thunder-Attracting Arrays," Chen Lü said, walking in front and pointing at the formations on the ground to introduce them to Ning Feng.

"As long as you stand in the center of the array and inject your internal Soul Power into it, you can communicate with the thunderclouds in the sky."

"However, when you first start practicing, you must control the amount of Soul Power you inject. If you pour in too much at once, the lightning you attract will be too powerful and too frequent, and it will strike you dead on the spot."

Ning Feng carefully observed the trajectory of these lines, firmly committing them to memory.

This method of using energy to draw down natural lightning was far more precise than the operation of ordinary soul skills.

"Have you memorized the contents of the secret technique?" Gu Tong stood to the side, reminding him, "If you haven't, don't attempt it rashly. This type of cultivation method is still very dangerous and must be paired with the Body Secret Technique."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother, I have memorized it," Ning Feng responded gratefully.

Wang Yanfeng flexed his wrists and was the first to walk to the center of an array: "Then I will demonstrate it for you, Junior Brother. Watch closely."

He stood still, took a deep breath, and pressed both hands onto the metal pillar.

A grayish-white stream of Soul Power surged continuously from his arms into the array.

"Hum!"

The array instantly lit up with a dark glow, and immediately after, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pulled, as a bolt of lightning tore through the firmament.

"Boom!"

The blinding lightning struck the metal pillar directly, following the guide and precisely enveloping Wang Yanfeng's body.

Wang Yanfeng's skin turned charred black instantly. He did not dodge, but instead immediately activated the Body Secret Technique.

Soon, his entire body's muscles began to tremble violently under the stimulation of the lightning, emitting a sound similar to rubber rubbing together.

"Exhilarating!" Wang Yanfeng roared. Although his body was bleeding, his eyes burned with a fanatical fervor.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen...

When the fifteenth bolt of lightning fell, Wang Yanfeng's body finally reached its limit.

He spat out a breath of stale air and collapsed onto the ground, his skin split open and charred in many places.

He clumsily fished out a pill and swallowed it, and only then did his complexion improve slightly.

Vina explained from the side: "This is a Body-Tempering Pill specially made by the sect. It can quickly heal the muscle tears and burns caused by Body Penetration. Junior Brother, you haven't received your share yet; you can use ours for now."

Subsequently, Chen Lü, Gu Tong, and Vina also entered their respective arrays.

As a physical-type soul master, Chen Lü possessed immense explosive power, and he held out for thirteen bolts of lightning.

Gu Tong and Vina, as spirit-type soul masters, did not have bodies as developed as the others, but they still endured nine and eight bolts respectively.

On the Martial Arts Arena, these senior brothers and sisters were now all charred black, breathing heavily, and carrying a distinct scent of blood.

Ignoring their appearance, they collapsed beside the arrays to recover their strength. Seeing that Ning Feng was still standing outside the array, Wang Yanfeng panted and urged, "Junior Brother, it's your turn."

Ning Feng nodded and, without delay, walked straight to the center of the array.

The moment he stepped into the array, the atmosphere around them changed noticeably.

Wang Yanfeng forced himself to stay alert and began whispering with Chen Lü, Gu Tong, and the others.

"How many bolts do you think Junior Brother can take on his first try?" Wang Yanfeng lowered his voice.

Chen Lü leaned against a rock with a wry smile on his face: "When I first attracted lightning, I nearly fainted after just one bolt. I only survived because the senior brothers cut the power in time."

"Although Junior Brother has a high Soul Power Level, he hasn't undergone tempering yet, so his physical strength is his fatal weakness."

Wang Yanfeng nodded: "I was the same, just one. But Junior Brother is at the thirty-something level, which is much stronger than we were back then, so he should perform better than us."

Vina looked at Ning Feng's back, pondered for a moment, and said, "Five bolts should be his limit."

Wang Yanfeng disagreed, retorting, "Five? That's too many. Without practicing the secret technique, the body is just mortal flesh. When that lightning strikes, it pierces straight into the bones. I feel that three—three is the absolute maximum."

Chen Lü agreed: "I also think three. Any more and he'll be injured."

Ning Feng heard their conversation, but he did not respond.

He stood still in the center of the array, pressed his hands against the metal pillar, and slowly injected his internal Soul Power.

The first bolt of lightning fell.

"Boom!"

Without any buffer, the bolt of lightning slammed directly onto Ning Feng's shoulder.

Intense pain instantly swept through his entire body, and the electric current surged wildly through his blood.

He felt his skin tear the moment it touched the lightning; a wisp of white smoke rose from his subcutaneous tissue, and blood trickled down his arm.

"So painful."

Ning Feng gritted his teeth.

The pain acting directly on his nerve endings was on an entirely different level than the pain caused by injuries in ordinary combat.

But he did not retreat.

This was merely the first strike.

He quickly circulated the Body Secret Technique he had just read in the Scripture Pavilion, forcibly guiding the lightning energy that had surged into his body into the muscle groups of his arms.

Soon, the second and third bolts of lightning struck in succession.

Under the bombardment of the lightning, Ning Feng's body trembled slightly, and sweat mixed with blood flowed down from his forehead.

Seeing this, Wang Yanfeng could not help but shout, "He's done it! That's three! Junior brother, if you can't hold on, cut off your soul power immediately; don't force it!"

However, Ning Feng acted as if he hadn't heard, his eyes still fixed firmly on the sky.

The lightning brewing within the dark clouds did not stop just because three bolts had passed.

"He's going to draw more?" Chen Lü widened his eyes. "Isn't this pushing it too far?"

Ning Feng took a deep breath, and the soul power within his body surged at an accelerated rate once again.

The fourth bolt of lightning fell.

The power of this lightning was even greater than before, and when it slammed onto the top of Ning Feng's head, fine cracks even appeared in the rock beneath his feet.

His body swayed heavily, but he remained standing steadily in the center of the formation, refusing to fall.

The surrounding disciples of the Body Sect were completely shocked.

"The fourth one?"

"He actually withstood it?"

"It's only just begun, and he's never practiced the secret technique before; is his physical talent really this astonishing?"

Vina's gaze was filled with surprise.

Before they could recover from their shock, Ning Feng suddenly raised his hand, and the fluctuations of his soul power intensified once more.

The light at the center of the formation flared brilliantly.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have been provoked, and the fifth bolt of lightning, accompanied by the hissing of electric arcs, crashed down toward Ning Feng with a roar!