At that moment, beneath the arena,
while Ning Feng was carefully watching the Body Sect disciple's battle technique on the arena...
the other Body Sect disciples also noticed their arrival.
And so, before long...
of the dozens of disciples sparring nearby, several stopped what they were doing.
Three of them even strode toward the group.
Among the three,
the one leading them was Gu Tong. Soul power visibly fluctuated around his eyes, clearly indicating that he possessed an eye-type Martial Soul.
Beside him, Wang Yanfeng was broad and stocky, with prominent muscles in both arms. His Martial Soul was clearly his arms.
The last young man was Chen Lü. His steps were light as he walked, and his legs sprang with obvious elasticity whenever he moved. He possessed a leg-type Martial Soul.
The three stopped in front of Vina. Their gazes swept over her first, then settled on Ning Feng.
"Vina, who's this?" Gu Tong asked.
Vina explained, "This is Ning Feng. He just joined the sect."
"He's from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the son of Sect Master Ning Shan. His Martial Soul mutated and developed traits of a Body Martial Soul."
But Gu Tong looked a little troubled when he heard that.
His brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Ning Feng, his expression peculiar. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda can mutate into a Body Martial Soul?"
"That doesn't seem right, does it?"
Wang Yanfeng didn't seem to mind much. Now that he knew Ning Feng was one of them, he was naturally very welcoming.
So he patted Ning Feng on the shoulder and said with a grin, "Ah, who cares about all that? You're at the Body Sect now, so that makes you our brother. Junior Brother Ning Feng, I'm Wang Yanfeng."
Chen Lü stepped forward too and nodded to Ning Feng. "Hello, Junior Brother. I'm Chen Lü, and my Martial Soul is my legs. If there's anything you don't understand in the sect, just ask."
Gu Tong still seemed a little confused, but he nodded along with the others, acknowledging Ning Feng.
After they had introduced themselves, Wang Yanfeng and the others asked Ning Feng where he planned to go next.
After all, as his senior brothers, they wanted to look after him.
Vina answered honestly, "He's very interested in our Body Sect's battle techniques, so I was going to take him to the Scripture Pavilion."
But Chen Lü immediately laughed when he heard that. "You're interested in battle techniques? Haha, that's only natural. The greatest feature of our Body Sect is its wide variety of powerful battle techniques!"
"But just going to the Scripture Pavilion to read isn't much fun!"
"You'll only find theory there. Actual sparring is much more interesting."
With that, Chen Lü looked toward Ning Feng and continued, "Junior Brother, what kind of battle techniques are you curious about? Tell us, and we'll demonstrate them for you right here. That beats reading books, doesn't it?"
Looking at these warm and straightforward disciples, Ning Feng let down his guard a little.
He nodded. "Since all of you, Senior Brothers, are so enthusiastic, I do have something in mind."
Wang Yanfeng said, "Go ahead, Junior Brother."
Ning Feng replied, "To be honest, Senior Brother, my Martial Soul is my fists, so I mainly train in fist techniques. I'd like to spar with a Senior Brother around my Soul Power Level and see your fist-based battle techniques."
Wang Yanfeng immediately perked up when he heard that. "What a coincidence! My Martial Soul is my hands. But, Junior Brother Ning Feng, what level are you?"
Ning Feng answered calmly, "Level thirty-two."
As soon as he said that, several disciples who had been watching nearby fell silent.
"Level thirty-two?" Wang Yanfeng stared at Ning Feng with wide eyes. "You look only twelve! How did you level up so fast?"
Before a Body Martial Soul's Second Awakening, its owner usually cultivated at a relatively slow pace.
In their eyes, reaching level thirty-two at Ning Feng's age was an exceptionally rare talent.
Ning Feng didn't explain much. He only said he'd been lucky.
Wang Yanfeng shook his head. "Luck alone can't explain that."
"But since you're level thirty-two and I'm in the thirties too, I'll spar with you."
The two were ushered by the crowd onto a nearby arena.
When the other Body Sect disciples heard there was going to be a spar, they gathered around.
Of course, the senior brothers cared about their junior brother. Before the match had even started, one of the Body Sect disciples shouted up at Wang Yanfeng from below.
"Wang Yanfeng, go easy on him! Junior Brother Ning Feng just joined the sect. He hasn't learned the sect's secret methods or any advanced battle techniques yet. Don't hurt him."
Wang Yanfeng waved a hand. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
At last, they were ready to spar.
Ning Feng stood at the center of the arena and took up a fighting stance.
Wang Yanfeng let out a loud shout, his Soul Power surging.
His arms swelled in an instant, growing thicker as a dark bluish-green sheen appeared on his skin. His fists doubled in size.
He called out to Ning Feng,
"Junior Brother Ning Feng, this is my battle technique, 'Arm Gigantification.'"
"Be careful!"
Wang Yanfeng didn't use a Soul Ring skill. Relying solely on his control over his body and battle technique, he charged at Ning Feng like a heavily armored beast.
His punch cut through the air with a deep, muffled whistle, powerful enough to shatter a boulder.
Watching the heavy punch, a glint flashed in Ning Feng's eyes.
He didn't activate a Soul Ring either. Instead, he leaned slightly to the side, moving with the force of Wang Yanfeng's punch.
Then, just as Wang Yanfeng's fist was about to land, all six of Ning Feng's arms surged with power at once.
"Six Extremes Heaven-Collapsing Fist!"
Ning Feng had no intention of dodging. His six fists met Wang Yanfeng's head-on.
He wanted to test the power of the Body Sect's battle techniques against his Self-Created Soul Skill!
Bang!
Ning Feng's six fists slammed into Wang Yanfeng's enlarged fist.
After the clash, both of them retreated.
Ning Feng was knocked back two steps by Wang Yanfeng's punch.
Wang Yanfeng, meanwhile, was driven back three steps by the powerful intent behind Ning Feng's fists. It took him considerable effort to steady himself.
"Impressive!"
Ning Feng's eyes immediately burned with excitement.
But to his surprise, once Wang Yanfeng had regained his footing, he looked at Ning Feng with shock as well.
He was just as astonished!
He'd used a battle technique from the Body Sect, yet in that instant, with neither of them using Soul Skills, he'd actually been at a slight disadvantage against Ning Feng?
Unable to help himself, he questioned Ning Feng.
"Junior Brother Ning Feng..."
"Just now, you didn't activate a Soul Ring? Was that move a battle technique?"
The disciples around them burst into an uproar.
"That really did look like a battle technique!"
"Wait, isn't Junior Brother Ning Feng new to the sect? How does he know a battle technique like that?"
"And I've never seen that kind of fist technique before. How can it be so powerful?"
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