Stealing Fire

Lin Sheng practiced the moves over and over again.

Holy Shadow continuously transmitted the parameters from each practice session, along with the data that needed adjusting, into his mind. It then directly outlined dotted lines within his field of vision for his next attempt.

The entire White Lion Fighting Art, with its six foundational forms linked together, was essentially a complete sequence simulating a male lion hunting its prey.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Sheng withdrew from his fighting stance and looked at Master Cohen, who wore a gratified expression.

"Very good. Your posture and movements are already quite standard. Next, you'll need years of repeated practice to carve them into your bones."

"Yes." Lin Sheng nodded.

"Then next, I'll adjust how your muscles exert force."

After only one adjustment, Lin Sheng had completely grasped the essence of muscle exertion in the White Lion Fighting Art, leaving Cohen astonished.

Cohen found it hard to believe and had Lin Sheng perform the forms again.

As he watched this little brat, only a few years old, flawlessly assume the six fundamental stances of the White Lion Fighting Art with convincing precision.

Even his muscle exertion showed hardly any problems.

"Excellent!"

Something changed in Cohen's eyes.

"Very good! Truly outstanding!"

He seemed slightly excited. Before entering the frailty of old age, he had encountered such a gifted seedling.

This was his good fortune.

"Next, I'll explain the key points of breathing when exerting force." Cohen decided to observe him further, to see whether Lin Sheng's performance was merely temporary.

Yet the breathing principles he carefully explained in a low voice were remembered in full by Lin Sheng after only one explanation, and he quickly began using them with proficiency.

An hour later.

Lin Sheng had finished learning all the lesson content Cohen had prepared