Junior brother, how do you know battle skills too?

At this moment, beneath the sparring ring, As Ning Feng carefully observed the combat techniques of the Body Sect disciples on the stage...

The other Body Sect disciples also noticed their arrival.

So, very quickly...

Among the dozens of disciples sparring in the vicinity, a few stopped their movements.

Three of them even strode toward their direction.

And among these three.

The person walking in the lead was Gu Tong; the soul power fluctuations around his eyes were obvious, clearly indicating he was an owner of an eye-type Martial Soul.

Beside him, Wang Yanfeng had a broad, sturdy build with prominent arm muscles, clearly possessing an arm-type Martial Soul.

The last young man was named Chen Lü; his footsteps were extremely light as he walked, and his legs showed obvious elasticity when he exerted force, marking him as an owner of a leg-type Martial Soul.

The three walked up to Vina, their gazes sweeping over her first before focusing on Ning Feng.

"Vina, who is this?" Gu Tong asked.

Vina explained, "This is Ning Feng, a disciple who just joined the sect."

"He comes from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and is the son of Sect Master Ning Shan. Because his Martial Soul mutated, it developed the characteristics of a Body Martial Soul."

But Gu Tong felt a bit perplexed upon hearing this.

He couldn't help but furrow his brows, looking at Ning Feng with a strange expression: "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Can a Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda also mutate into a Body Martial Soul?"

"That doesn't seem right, does it?"

Wang Yanfeng, however, didn't care much. Since he had learned that Ning Feng was one of their own, his attitude was naturally very enthusiastic.

So, at this moment, he directly patted Ning Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Ah, forget about all that. Since you've arrived at our Body Sect, you're a brother. Junior Brother Ning Feng, I am Wang Yanfeng."

Chen Lü also walked up and nodded at Ning Feng: "Hello, Junior Brother. I am Chen Lü, and my Martial Soul is my legs. If there is anything you don't understand in the sect later, just ask."

Although Gu Tong was still somewhat doubtful, he nodded along, considering it a greeting.

Afterward, following a brief introduction, Wang Yanfeng and the others began asking where Ning Feng planned to go next.

After all, as senior brothers, they wanted to take good care of their junior brother.

Vina naturally reported truthfully: "He is very interested in our Body Sect's combat techniques, so I plan to take him to the Scripture Pavilion to have a look."

But after hearing this, Chen Lü laughed and said, "Interested in combat techniques? Hahaha, that's normal. After all, the greatest feature of our Body Sect is our various powerful combat techniques!"

"However, going to the Scripture Pavilion to read books is boring!"

"You can only see theories there; real combat is much more interesting."

Having said that, Chen Lü looked toward Ning Feng and spoke again: "Junior Brother, what type of combat techniques are you curious about? Just say it, and let your senior brothers demonstrate them for you on the spot. Isn't that much better than reading books?"

Ning Feng looked at this group of enthusiastic and straightforward disciples, and his guard lowered slightly.

He nodded and said, "Since you senior brothers are so enthusiastic, I do have an idea."

Wang Yanfeng: "Junior Brother, feel free to speak."

Ning Feng: "To be honest, Senior Brother, my Martial Soul is my fists, so I primarily practice fist techniques. I would like to find a senior brother with a similar Soul Power Level to spar with and see everyone's fist-based combat techniques."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yanfeng immediately became interested: "Isn't that a coincidence? My Martial Soul is my hands. But, Junior Brother Ning Feng, what is your level?"

Ning Feng said calmly, "Thirty-second level."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding disciples who were watching fell silent.

"Thirty-second level?" Wang Yanfeng widened his eyes, looking at Ning Feng, "You look like you're only twelve, right? You leveled up that fast?"

Before the second awakening, the cultivation speed of Body Martial Soul owners is usually quite slow.

For Ning Feng to reach the thirty-second level at his age was, in their eyes, an extremely rare talent.

Ning Feng didn't explain much, only saying it was good luck.

Wang Yanfeng shook his head: "That can't be explained by just good luck."

"But since you are at the thirty-second level and I am also in my thirties, it's perfect. I'll accompany you for a spar."

The two, surrounded by the crowd, arrived at a nearby sparring ring.

The other Body Sect disciples nearby heard there was a spar and gathered around one after another.

However, senior brothers are naturally protective of their junior brothers, so before the fight even began, a Body Sect disciple shouted at Wang Yanfeng from below.

"Wang Yanfeng, go easy on him. Junior Brother Ning Feng just joined the sect and hasn't learned the sect's secret methods or those advanced combat techniques yet. Don't hurt him."

Wang Yanfeng waved his hand: "Don't worry, I know my limits."

Then, they finally began their spar.

At this moment, Ning Feng stood in the center of the ring, setting his stance.

Wang Yanfeng let out a loud shout, and his soul power surged.

His arms swelled in size instantly, a layer of dark cyan luster appeared on the surface of his skin, and his fists became twice as large as before.

He spoke to Ning Feng:

"Junior Brother Ning Feng, this is my combat technique, 'Arm Gigantification'."

"You had better be careful!"

Soon, without using any soul ring skills and relying purely on his mastery of his body and combat techniques, Wang Yanfeng charged toward Ning Feng like a heavily armored beast.

As he threw this punch, a dull whistling sound erupted in the air, its power sufficient to shatter a giant boulder.

Watching that heavy punch, a glimmer of light flashed in Ning Feng's eyes.

He also did not activate his soul rings, instead leaning his body slightly to the side, following the momentum of the opponent's fist.

Then, at the very moment Wang Yanfeng's fist was about to land, all six of Ning Feng's arms exerted force simultaneously.

"Six Extremes Heaven-Collapsing Fist!"

Ning Feng's six fists showed no intention of dodging, opting instead for a direct, head-on collision.

Because he really wanted to test how the power of the Body Sect's combat techniques compared to his own Self-Created Soul Skill!

Bang!

In an instant, Ning Feng's six fists slammed into Wang Yanfeng's giant fist.

Following the collision, both sides retreated simultaneously.

Ning Feng was knocked back two steps on the spot by Wang Yanfeng's punch.

Meanwhile, Wang Yanfeng was also pushed back three steps by the sheer force of Ning Feng's fist intent, struggling significantly to stabilize his stance.

"Truly impressive!"

Ning Feng's eyes burned with excitement.

Unexpectedly, after Wang Yanfeng steadied himself, he looked at Ning Feng with an expression of shock.

Because he felt stunned as well!

He had used a Body Sect combat technique, yet in that split second, even without Ning Feng using any soul skills, he had actually come out slightly worse for wear?

He couldn't help but voice his question to Ning Feng.

"Junior Brother Ning Feng..."

"Just now, you didn't activate your soul rings? Was that move just now a combat technique?"

The surrounding disciples were also in an uproar.

"It really seems to be a combat technique!"

"That can't be right, can it? Didn't Junior Brother Ning Feng just join the sect? How could he possess such a technique?"

"And I've never seen this fist style before! How is its power so immense?"