Quota

Three days later, Xu Wuyi had learned the basics of listening to force.

Yang Shuyan had him spar with her. She slowed her movements and had him press his palm against her arm, feeling the path the force took through her body when she exerted strength.

At first, Xu Wuyi could feel nothing. He could only sense Yang Shuyan's arm moving, but as for how the force was generated, transmitted, and unleashed, he knew none of it.

Yang Shuyan did not rush him. She simply repeated the same movement again and again, allowing him to feel it slowly.

On the tenth repetition, he vaguely sensed a thread of force flowing.

By the twentieth repetition, he could clearly feel the force rise from Yang Shuyan's soles, pass through her waist and hips, reach her arm, and finally erupt from her palm.

By the thirtieth repetition, he could even sense the subtle transition at her waist and hips, as well as the acceleration of the force after that transition.

"Did you feel it?" Yang Shuyan asked.

Xu Wuyi nodded. "I did. The force went from the soles of the feet to the waist and hips, took a turn, then accelerated before finally erupting from the palm."

Yang Shuyan withdrew her hand and looked at him, her gaze carrying a trace of approval.

"To feel all that in thirty repetitions, your talent for listening to force is even better than I expected. When I learned it back then, it took me three whole days and at least two hundred repetitions before I could sense the path of force circulation."

She paused, then continued, "Since you can already feel it, next comes practical training. I'll spar with you at normal speed. The instant we exchange blows, you must sense where my force is headed