Half a month slipped quietly by as Fang Han devoted himself wholeheartedly to bitter cultivation.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
Inside Grade A No. 10 Martial Dao Room, the air itself seemed to let out faint shrieks under the high-speed movements of a figure.
Fang Han's footwork shifted and changed, his body flitting and weaving through the room like a ghost. The fierce wind he stirred up swept even the dust on the ground into pale little vortices.
He was utterly immersed in cultivating Gale Step. The terrifying comprehension granted by fourfold Footwork Talent Amplification made every step and every subtle sensation of his Blood Vitality circulating crystal clear, while countless mysteries continuously welled up from the depths of his heart.
Suddenly, inspiration struck. The speed of Blood Vitality surging through his body abruptly increased, flowing into his legs through an even more profound method of circulation.
"Buzz!"
A nearly inaudible tremor burst from beneath his feet, as though some invisible shackle had been shattered.
The next instant, his speed suddenly increased by thirty percent.
As he moved, he actually left behind a blurred afterimage that remained condensed in place, only slowly fading moments later.
The airflow around him was compressed to the limit, emitting a faint sharp sound like cloth being violently torn apart.
"Gale Step has reached mastery!"
Fang Han abruptly stopped. His body shifted from extreme motion to extreme stillness, standing firmly in the center of the Martial Dao Room as a flash of surprise and delight passed through his eyes.
Just now, his Gale Step had broken through to mastery.
"One month."
Carefully sensing the smoother and swifter circulation of Blood Vitality within his body, Fang Han's lips could not help but curl upward.
Altogether, it had taken exactly one month to push this basic footwork technique from