Todo Style Headquarters (continued)
Why practice this kind of move?
Fan Xinglu didn't answer William immediately, but instead asked William curiously why.
In her view, such a technique is meaningless unless one possesses the ability to fold space like she does.
After all, no one can carry a whole bunch of different weapons.
"I have a weapon that can change its form!"
William spoke succinctly, and Fan Xinglu immediately wore an innocent smile.
"You're really an interesting person!"
"There are quite a few strange and unusual things."
Fan Xinglu simply remarked this, without asking William to show her anything.
"And kid, you seemed quite interested in the Life Pulse Flow I used earlier!"
William was struggling to keep up with Fan Xinglu's rapid shifts in topic.
Just a second ago they were discussing his Grappling Art techniques.
Before anything could be discussed, the topic shifted to this the next second.
However, William nodded honestly.
He is indeed very interested in this skill, or rather, in the technology that can predict the future. It would be heresy if someone wasn't interested!
"I'm very sorry!"
"I can't teach you this move directly, because you have to figure it out for yourself."
"Holy shit!"
William forcibly swallowed back the words that were almost on the tip of his tongue.
He thought to himself, "This is my sugar daddy!"
Don't get angry!
Don't get angry!
At this moment, Fan Xinglu was like teasing a three-year-old child or an elderly person, looking at William's angry but not daring-to-speak state, and showing a rather amused expression.
"Alright!"
"Although I didn't teach you this trick!"
"But I've already prepared the process for you to learn this move. Whether you can learn it or not depends on your comprehension."
Fan Xinglu rested her left cheek on one hand, her big, round eyes narrowing into slits.
"And your so-called Grappling Art also has a high probability of being perfected!"
This is the solution Fan Xinglu gave him last night.
He sparred with masters of various martial arts styles and then incorporated their techniques into his own.
It would be great if you could grasp the Life Pulse Flow, but it doesn't matter if you can't.
At the very least, his Grappling Art will definitely improve significantly.
He has now arrived at a school of martial arts called the Todo Style.
This is a school of thought that is quite famous both domestically and internationally. Even in Asterisk, there are quite a few students who use the Todo Style.
Sendai is the headquarters of the Todo Style.
Several tea ceremony-style buildings and several dojo-like structures stand on the vast land, enough to make one mistakenly believe they have stepped into the mansion of a daimyo during the Edo period.
The enormous iron bird darted swiftly through the upper layers of white clouds.
There were no extra passengers on the plane, only a young girl sitting on a leather sofa, looking at the monotonous scenery outside the window.
Beside her stood a woman with gentle, dignified features and beautiful long hair; at first glance, she seemed like a very cute girl.
But in reality, he was indeed a true man.
He is the third disciple of "Ten Thousand Radiant Heavens" and the fifth-ranked martial arts master in the Jielong.
"Heavenly Harsh Martial Burial" -- Zhao Hufeng.
"Master, you seem to be in a very good mood!"
Zhao Hufeng had been running around all day for Fan Xinglu and had no idea what had happened yesterday.
It wasn't until he saw Fan Xinglu this morning that he realized something was wrong with her.
He hadn't seen that relieved look on his master's face in a long time.
The last time he saw Fan Xinglu like this was when he had just started learning.
He only showed that expression after he happened to witness his master fighting against the guard captain Helga Lindova.
"Hu Feng! It seems this old woman will have to put in some much-needed effort after all this time!"
"Otherwise, this old woman might not be able to enjoy the thrill of battle!"
"What do you mean, Master?"
"So you want to witness the swordsmanship of the Todo Style?"
The speaker was a short, elderly man with a full head of white hair, a face covered in wrinkles and tattoos, and wearing a rather expensive silk robe.
But despite her advanced age, her upright posture is like a fine sword that has not been drawn for a long time.
"Yes, thank you for your help!"
To be honest, he didn't expect things to go so smoothly.
Go directly to their headquarters and say you want to witness the swordsmanship of their school's strongest swordsman.
According to normal procedure, even if they don't say anything, they'll just kick him out and definitely won't give him a friendly look.