"Analysis of Soul Rings and Soul Skills 1.0—Ling Yi"
A book like this lay open before Ling Yi, the ink on its pages still not quite dry.
Beside it were book after book, their covers ranging from new to old. At a glance, there seemed to be around twenty or thirty of them.
He pulled three books from the pile and placed them in front of him, lined up from left to right.
"Beast Martial Soul: Xingyi Boxing Stance—Ling Yi," "Tool Martial Soul Forging Secret Art—Ling Yi," and "Blue Silver Grass: Simulated Environment—Ling Yi."
And also, "Analysis of Soul Rings and Soul Skills 1.0—Ling Yi"!
His gaze swept over the four books. After a brief moment of thought, Ling Yi returned "Tool Martial Soul Forging Secret Art" to its original place, then put "Analysis of Soul Rings and Soul Skills 1.0" and "Blue Silver Grass: Simulated Environment" within reach.
He opened "Beast Martial Soul: Xingyi Boxing Stance" and read ten lines at a glance, browsing through the contents he already knew by heart in hopes of reviewing the old and learning something new.
For a full quarter of an hour, Ling Yi read through "Beast Martial Soul: Xingyi Boxing Stance," which he had personally written and could recite backward, several times before setting it down and rising to the center of the tent.
He took off his shoes and socks and stood with his feet in an uneven stance. Ling Yi's eyes narrowed slightly as he calmed his mind and focused his spirit, entering a tranquil state while his Mental Strength began to stir rapidly.
"Whoosh—!"
With the sound of wind, Ling Yi moved. His entire body, which had been slack and loose, suddenly tensed.
Ling Yi first sank slightly downward. The five toes of both feet curled like chicken