Wu Zhangkong puts one hand on the ground, turns his body, and kicks out with both feet.
Bang bang bang.
The legs of the two collided three times in succession in the air.
Every stroke has a muffled sound.
Every stroke is clean and crisp.
After the third collision, both of them landed at the same time.
Three feet apart.
Eyes facing each other.
Zhong Shenxiu's breathing is still steady.
There was some kind of light burning in those light golden vertical pupils.
That's the glow when a predator sees its prey.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.
Glad.
Satisfied.
There is also a trace of fear that even he himself does not want to admit.
There are no superfluous movements or fancy techniques in those moves. Every punch, every leg, every elbow, every knee is directed at the vital point.
Throat.
Heart.
Temple.
Neck side.
hindbrain.
spine.
joints.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him, looking at the pair of Light Gold Vertical Pupils that were burning with fighting spirit.
He knows.
This child's fighting instinct has surpassed that of most adults Soul Master.
Even beyond--
himself.
Wu Zhangkong was silent for two seconds.
Then he spoke.
"That's enough."
The voice was still cold, but with a hint of hoarseness that was barely noticeable.
Zhong Shenxiu Stop the action.
In those light golden vertical pupils, the light gradually converged.
He stood there and tilted his head, as if he was wondering why he suddenly stopped while he was enjoying himself.
In those light golden vertical pupils, the light had not completely faded away, and there was still a hint of unfinished meaning. He looked at Wu Zhangkong, and his eyes fell on his neck - the red mark cut by the wind of the fist was slightly glowing with blood at the moment.
Wu Zhangkong looked at Zhong Shenxiu's eyes and burst into laughter for a moment.
He raised his hand and stretched it to the top of Zhong Shenxiu's head.
The movement was very slow, very light, and not aggressive in any way.
He wanted to rub the child's head.
Not because of anything else.
I just feel that he should be treated like this once.
However, just as his fingers touched those hair strands, Zhong Shenxiu's body had already moved.
Without any hesitation.
His head tilted slightly, and his whole body slid back half a step, just avoiding the hand.
The movements are smooth and neat.
Just like avoiding his sword just now.
Wu Zhangkong's hand stopped in mid-air, frozen for a moment.
He looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu also looked at him.
There was no hostility or disgust in those light golden vertical pupils, only an almost instinctive alienation.
He's not used to being touched.
In other words, he was not used to being touched in this way by anyone.
Wu Zhangkong looked at his eyes, looked at the calm and almost indifferent expression in those eyes, and suddenly understood something.
He took his hand back.
Didn't try again.
He just turned around and looked at the five people standing by the wall.
Those five people were all silent at this moment.
Xie Xie's mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't say a word. He was still muttering "differential treatment" in his mind just now, but now, he looked at Zhong Shenxiu's eyes and his angular face, and suddenly felt -
That's not differential treatment.
That's a simple difference.
The gap between him and Zhong Shenxiu was so big that he didn't even have the right to be jealous.
Tang Wulin stood there with his fists clenched. He could see it most clearly. In the round of fighting just now, although he could not follow all the movements, he could understand the direction of those moves. Throat, heart, temples, sides of the neck, joints--
Those are all critical.
Each of those moves is aimed at killing people.
He thought of his punch on Class Promotion Tournament. That punch knocked Wei Xiaofeng over. He felt very proud and felt that his strength was indeed very strong.
But now he looked at Zhong Shenxiu and suddenly understood something.
His punch only knocked people down.
And these moves of Zhong Shenxiu are meant to beat people to death.
That's the essential difference.
Wu Zhangkong looked at the five of them and the different expressions on their faces and spoke.
"Have you finished reading it all?"
His voice was still cold, with the usual sense of alienation.
The five people said nothing.
Wu Zhangkong didn't wait for their answer.
"If it were you who just faced Zhong Shenxiu," he said, "I don't think you would have any chance of releasing Soul Skill."
After the words fell, the classroom fell into silence.
No one refuted.
Because no one can refute it.
They saw it clearly. In the round of fighting just now, from beginning to end, Zhong Shenxiu did not use any Soul Skill, and did not use any Soul Power - even the layer of dragon scales possessed by him, but that was just Martial Soul Possession's instinctive reaction, not Soul Skill.
He just used his fists, legs, elbows, and knees.
Just using these, I can fight like Wu Zhangkong.
What if it were them?
Xie Xie thought for a moment.
His Light Dragon Dagger is very fast, and his movement skills are very flexible. But if Zhong Shenxiu sticks up from the beginning like just now, it will be the kind of attack that attracts vital points from the beginning--
He had no chance to distance himself.
His dagger had no time to summon.
Tang Wulin also thought about it.
His strength is very strong, and his Golden Dragon King Bloodline gives him a physical fitness that far exceeds that of his peers. But those moves of Zhong Shenxiu will not give him a chance to fight head-on. Those attacks are aimed at the vital points, the most vulnerable places. No matter how strong his strength is, he will still fall if his throat or heart is hit.
Wu Zhangkong looked at their expressions and nodded slightly.
"Soul Master who can truly stand at the top will not rely too much on their own Soul Skill."
He paused. "In other words, Soul Skill has never been anything more than a solidified framework manifestation of its own Martial Soul power."
He stretched out his hand, and the shadow of Heavenly Frost Sword appeared in his palm, and then quickly dissipated.
"What do you think Soul Skill is? Is it the power given to you by God? Is it the ability you naturally acquire when you Martial Soul Awakening?"
He shook his head.
"The essence of Soul Skill is nothing more than condensing Soul Ring through Soul Spirit and solidifying a certain way of using Martial Soul so that Soul Master can be released rigidly."
"But solidification also means restriction."
His eyes swept across the five people.
"The same Martial Soul, the same Soul Skill, in the hands of different people, can have hugely different powers. Why? Because some people just copy Soul Skill, but some people truly understand that power."
"In a sense, if your talent is strong enough and your understanding is outstanding enough, you can completely use Martial Soul's power to Simulation the Soul Skill of the same Martial Soul."
"No need Soul Ring, no fixed release method, just your understanding of that power is deep enough and thorough enough."
He raised his hand and pointed it like a sword.
A ray of cold light shot out from his fingertips, leaving a white mark in the air.
That's the power of Heavenly Frost Sword.
But that's not Soul Skill.
It's just his understanding and application of the power of Heavenly Frost Sword.
"In the duel between Soul Master and Soul Master, the stronger the utilization and understanding of one's own Martial Soul, the greater the chance of winning. The same Soul Power, the same Soul Ring Configuration, one person only knows how to release Soul Skill step by step, but the other person can integrate the power of Martial Soul into every attack, every move and every style - who do you think will win?"
The five people were silent.
The answer is obvious.
Wu Zhangkong took back his hand and his eyes fell on Zhong Shenxiu again.
"The basic combat ability does not really require you to give up Soul Skill and Soul Power and use your fists to fight your opponents."
"It is to let you understand through basic combat abilities - how to exert your Martial Soul maximum power."