Wind Spirit Fractal Sword

Late at night.

Heaven Dou City hotel.

Feng Yun lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the excitement after the battle still lingering in his eyes.

Yun Yun's figure solidified inside the room.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, her posture elegant and composed.

"Tell me."

She spoke calmly. "Did you notice any changes in yourself during today's battle?"

Feng Yun abruptly flipped over and sat up, his eyes shining.

"Yes!"

"Master, when I used my spirit skill today, it felt completely different from three months ago!"

"Before, after using Flowing Wind Empowerment, my body always needed a process to adapt. There was a subtle delay between the circulation of my spirit power and my physical movements."

"But today, that was completely gone!"

"When I wanted to speed up, I sped up. When I wanted to change direction, I changed direction. Everything was instinctive."

"It was much stronger than when I killed that Fallen Spirit Master back then!"

Yun Yun nodded slightly, a trace of barely perceptible relief appearing in her eyes.

"This is the meaning of three months of training."

"Your body and your battle awareness have undergone the dual tempering of the underground spirit arena and the official spirit arena. They have already been honed to the limit."

"You no longer rely on spirit skills."

"But when you use a spirit skill, your body will coordinate with it in the most efficient way, allowing your spirit skill to achieve even greater effects."

"This is the state a true powerhouse should possess."

Feng Yun nodded hard.

He deeply agreed.

At this moment, he was confident he could defeat that Fallen Spirit Ancestor from three months ago without getting injured.

Then he scratched his head and asked with some anticipation, "Then Master, what's the direction of my training after this? Do I keep fighting in the spirit arena?"

"Fight," Yun Yun said bluntly.

The corner of Feng Yun's mouth twitched.

Still fighting?!

"However..."

The corners of Yun Yun's lips lifted slightly, and a rare smile appeared on her cool, aloof face.

That smile was faint and noble, yet it made Feng Yun's heart skip half a beat.

"You have completely mastered the Yellow Rank fighting techniques."

She raised her hand, and her fair fingertip gently tapped Feng Yun's forehead.

Her fingertip carried a faint coolness, yet it made Feng Yun's brain crash for a full 0.3 seconds.

"Next, I will teach you a Black Rank fighting technique."

"!!!"

Feng Yun's pupils suddenly widened.

A Black Rank fighting technique!

If Yellow Rank fighting techniques had given him a whole set of advanced methods against opponents of the same level, then a Black Rank fighting technique... that was outright cheating!

"Master..."

Feng Yun's voice trembled slightly. "Are you serious?"

Yun Yun withdrew her finger, a trace of teasing in her cool, beautiful eyes.

"Do you think I look like someone who jokes around?"

Feng Yun shook his head vigorously.

"No!"

"Not at all!"

Our Master had never disappointed him—she only ever exceeded expectations.

A master like this? I absolutely love her!

Feng Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes tightly shut.

In his spiritual world, Yun Yun's illusory figure hovered in midair, her fair hand lifting slightly as one profound combat-skill diagram after another spread out between the two of them.

Attack types, movement types, defense types, control types... Every combat skill was threaded with complex patterns and soul-power execution paths far beyond the Yellow Rank.

Just by looking at the diagrams, Feng Yun could sense the terrifying power contained within them.

"These are Xuan Rank combat skills."

Yun Yun's voice was cool and composed. "Low, middle, and high grade—they're all here."

"Look through them first, then make your choice."

Feng Yun's gaze swept greedily over every diagram.

When his eyes landed on the final two combat skills, his pupils abruptly contracted.

Extreme Wind: Meteor Kill!

Extreme Wind: Setting Sun Scorching!

Yun Yun's signature combat skills.

Feng Yun's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes practically burned with fire.

"Master, this one..."

"Don't even think about it for now."

Yun Yun did not even let him finish before shutting him down.

"Bite off more than you can chew, and you'll choke."

"With your current precision in controlling soul power, forcing yourself to cultivate a high-grade Xuan skill will only damage your meridians."

"Choose a low-grade or middle-grade one first."

Though Feng Yun was itching badly inside, he also knew his master was right.

He forced his gaze away from Extreme Wind and began seriously examining the remaining combat skills.

A moment later, he made his choice.

"Master, I choose this one—the middle-grade Xuan Rank Wind Spirit Fractal Sword."

Yun Yun raised an eyebrow. "Reason?"

"What I lack most right now is an efficient means of attack."

Feng Yun said solemnly, "The attack range of Wind Blade Art and Gale Stab is always limited, and they aren't flexible enough."

"Wind Spirit Fractal Sword can manifest multiple solid sword-shaped afterimages. Each afterimage can attack independently, so there's far more room for control."

"And..." He chuckled. "One person taking on a group fight, ten thousand swords returning to the origin—it's cool."

The youthful longing Feng Yun showed made Yun Yun shake her head helplessly.

"Then let's begin."

The difficulty of cultivating a Xuan Rank combat skill far exceeded Feng Yun's imagination.

If Yellow Rank combat skills were "once learned, they could be used,"

then Xuan Rank combat skills were "even after learning them, you might not be able to use them."

The core of Wind Spirit Fractal Sword lay in splitting battle qi into multiple independent sword-shaped afterimages.

Each afterimage required a stable supply of soul power and precise control to maintain.

Its demands on his precision in controlling battle qi were almost harsh.

On the first day, Feng Yun tried to split off one afterimage.

The afterimage had just taken shape when it exploded, and the backlash of soul power left his fingers numb for an entire day.

On the third day, he finally stabilized one, but controlling it felt like he was operating with a delay.

On the seventh day, the afterimage could move according to his will, but its attack accuracy was so poor it could not even hit a stationary wooden stake.

Yun Yun said Wind Spirit Fractal Sword could split into as many as twelve afterimages.

"Master, can anyone really train this thing to twelve?"

"Yes," Yun Yun said faintly.

"Who?"

"Me."

"..."

Feng Yun gritted his teeth and kept training.

Fortunately, the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena provided the best practical training ground.

During the day, Feng Yun went on stage to fight spirit battles as usual.

But from that day on, he changed his combat strategy.

He gave up every other fighting skill and used only the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword from start to finish.

And his best practice targets were the Imperial Fighting Team.

No one knew whether Yu Feng and Yu Tianheng's defeats had stirred their fighting spirit, or whether this group of young geniuses simply refused to admit defeat.

Dugu Yan, Oslo, Shi Mo, Shi Mo... one after another, they challenged "Green Phoenix."

At first, Feng Yun could only barely split off a single afterimage.

Relying on their own strength, the members of the Imperial Fighting Team could indeed fight him back and forth.

Oslo had even once nearly forced him off the stage.

During that period, Shi Mo would shout the same thing in the lounge every day: "Tomorrow, I'm definitely going to win!"

But "tomorrow" never came.

Because the speed at which Feng Yun improved in cultivating the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword was enough to drive people to despair.

When there were two Wind Swords, they felt the pressure.

When Feng Yun could split off three Wind Swords and control them at will to attack, the members of the Imperial Fighting Team realized they could no longer last ten moves.

The three cyan sword-shaped afterimages were like three independent sword-shaped soul beasts, launching attacks from different angles at the same time.

If they blocked the one in front, the one on the flank arrived;

if they dodged the one on the flank, the one behind them came next.

Who could withstand that?

After losing three matches in a row, Dugu Yan said those words in the lounge for the first time: "The gap between us and him... can no longer be made up through effort."

No one argued.

As his battle record and soul fighting points soared, Feng Yun's matched opponents rose accordingly.

Great Soul Masters, Soul Elders, Soul Ancestors.

The levels of his opponents climbed all the way until every single one of them was a Soul Ancestor.

And Feng Yun's Wind Spirit Fractal Sword also advanced at a terrifying pace through each battle tempered in blood and fire.

Half a year later.

Wind Spirit Fractal Sword, seven blades.

Seven solid cyan sword shadows circled Feng Yun's body, each radiating a sharp edge.

When they attacked at the same time, they wove an airtight net of swords across the soul fighting stage.

Any Soul Ancestor, even one close to becoming a Soul King, had no power to resist before this sword net.

Today.

Feng Yun's opponent was a Soul Ancestor with a beast martial soul.

Four soul rings lit up beneath his feet. His martial soul possessed his body, and his aura was impressive.

In the end, seven Wind Swords attacked at the same time.

Feng Yun did not step forward.

In less than five minutes.

His opponent had all his defenses shredded by the sword shadows and was swept off the stage.

"Green Phoenix!"

"Green Phoenix!"

"Green Phoenix!"

Ten thousand people shouted, their voices shaking the heavens.

Even the lights on the dome of the Great Soul Fighting Arena trembled faintly in the roar.

Inside the Imperial Fighting Team's lounge.

Seven people sat in silence.

They had watched every single soul fight Feng Yun had fought over the past half year without missing a match.

From the immaturity of a single afterimage to the crushing force of seven Wind Swords.

From fighting back and forth with them to making every Soul Ancestor last fewer than ten moves.

Yu Tianheng's eyes were deep and complicated.

Yu Feng crossed his arms, his lips pressed tightly together.

There was no longer any unwillingness in Dugu Yan's gaze, only pure awe.

None of the others spoke.

But everyone knew clearly in their hearts that the monster called "Green Phoenix" had already reached a height they could only look up to.