Insights into the Eight-Section Throw, Battle Against the Gale Demon Wolf Combo

Feng Xiaotian watched as all his attacks were dodged, and his brows furrowed.

But how could a martial arts fanatic possibly give up just like that?

"Third Soul Skill! Gale Wings!"

Two wings sprouted from Feng Xiaotian's back. He flew high into the air and stared down at Lin Yichen from above.

A smile appeared on Lin Yichen's face as well.

Activating his second and third soul skills simultaneously was preparation for that self-created soul skill.

"Lin Yichen, next I'll be using my self-created soul skill, the Gale Demon Wolf Eighteen-Slash Combo!"

Lin Yichen pondered slightly. In the original story, Feng Xiaotian had used a thirty-six-slash combo when he first appeared.

But his own timeline was a few years before the original, so the number of consecutive slashes would naturally be lower.

In other words, he had basically just started practicing it?

He truly was a genius.

However, this battle should also be Lin Yichen's first time practicing the Eight-Section Throw, right?

Both techniques stacked momentum to increase their damage. Perhaps they could be tested against each other.

That piqued Lin Yichen's interest.

"Interesting, interesting. Please, go ahead."

With that, Lin Yichen also summoned his martial soul and prepared himself.

As its name implied, soft techniques made the body supple, possessing the Taiji principle of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

He closed his eyes and began to comprehend.

Seeing Lin Yichen treat him with such contempt, Feng Xiaotian felt a faint surge of anger.

"Here I come!"

With a loud shout, he soared into the sky. His hands transformed into wolf claws as he dove at Lin Yichen, producing a piercing shriek through the air.

"First slash!"

"Third Soul Skill, Frost."

He froze himself in ice to avoid being injured by Feng Xiaotian's slash.

The sharp wolf claws stabbed into the ice crystal around Lin Yichen's chest.

He did not move. He was learning. He was comprehending.

Feng Xiaotian could not help but pause when he saw Lin Yichen freeze himself.

Is he giving me an opening? I can't let this chance slip away!

With that thought, he charged skyward again, transforming the energy of his previous attack into momentum for his second.

Feng Xiaotian was stacking momentum. He was still using the force of his dives to stack his damage.

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

They were all the sounds of Feng Xiaotian's wolf claws striking Lin Yichen's Frost, yet the defense remained unbroken.

Feng Xiaotian's fifth slash arrived. Lin Yichen withdrew the ice and turned aside, and Feng Xiaotian's wolf claws brushed past his shoulder.

Lin Yichen felt it. Every one of Feng Xiaotian's attacks was preparing for the next.

And Feng Xiaotian's body seemed to be subtly changing shape as well. Could the body itself increase momentum too?

Lin Yichen thought of the word "soft."

Xiao Wu's soft techniques had never meant being "weak."

The "softness" of the Soft Bone Rabbit was about receiving the opponent's force, turning it into one's own momentum, then striking it back with even greater violence.

Lin Yichen opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved upward.

Feng Xiaotian's sixth slash followed immediately. This time, Lin Yichen made his move.

He turned the back of his hand over, pressed it against Feng Xiaotian's wolf claw, and drew it slightly inward. Feng Xiaotian instantly lost his balance, and all the momentum he had stacked before was rendered useless.

At the same time, as Feng Xiaotian stared in shock,

Lin Yichen turned and closed in, bracing Feng Xiaotian's arm with his shoulder. Borrowing the inertia of his slash, he led him one step outward.

That single motion sent Feng Xiaotian crashing to the ground.

The flow of force was already clear. Next came the true "throw."

The effect of the Moon Palace Branch made Lin Yichen's rear leg incomparably powerful.

This was also the first time he displayed it in actual combat.

He suddenly exerted force and lifted Feng Xiaotian up. His calf bent, and his knee slammed fiercely into Feng Xiaotian's abdomen, hurling his body toward the ground.

First section.

Feng Xiaotian's back smashed into the bluestone, sending shards flying and dust billowing.

Lin Yichen did not stop. He merely withdrew his martial soul, afraid that if he kept fighting with it, he might beat Feng Xiaotian to death. He relied solely on his pure physical strength to unleash the throws.

Borrowing the force, Lin Yichen retreated. Both hands locked around Feng Xiaotian's head, while a second leg strike followed closely behind, crashing viciously into Feng Xiaotian's back.

He tossed Feng Xiaotian entirely into the air.

The watching crowd was dumbfounded.

Just now, Feng Xiaotian had been attacking one strike after another. How had the tables suddenly turned?

Still... both sides looked pretty impressive.

Feng Xiaotian was thrown high into the air, utterly losing his balance.

He flailed wildly in midair, panicked and helpless.

Lin Yichen seized the opportunity and used Moonshadow Step to teleport into the air. He raised his leg and brought it down in a chopping kick.

An incomparably violent force pinned Feng Xiaotian's abdomen and smashed him ruthlessly toward the ground.

Third section!

But it was not over. Just as Feng Xiaotian's body was about to hit the ground, Lin Yichen twisted and turned,

returning behind him once more. He drove a vicious elbow into Feng Xiaotian's back, sending him crashing elsewhere again.

Feng Xiaotian was already stunned senseless.

He had thought his Gale Demon Wolf Combo, a skill that stacked momentum upon momentum, was without equal throughout the ages.

Yet today, it had been completely countered by this assault-type soul master's Eight-Section Throw.

He did not even have a chance to defend himself. More importantly, the sensation of "softness" before the throw was even more unfathomable.

Feng Xiaotian could not help but ponder.

Had he been humiliated today?

It would be a lie to say he had not, but he had indeed learned a great deal.

His skill was too rigid. His opponent, on the other hand, used only basic moves like throws, strikes, and elbows, yet his positioning was unpredictable and his variations endless.

Perhaps he should also study some techniques with more variations in the future.

Or perhaps one move could answer ten thousand techniques—using the unchanging to respond to all change.

Those would be his future training goals.

However, Lin Yichen did not know just how delighted Feng Xiaotian was despite being beaten into such a state.

In the end, Lin Yichen completed all eight sections. With the final blow, Feng Xiaotian's body was smashed deeply into the ground, yet there was a smile on his lips.

Lin Yichen stood on the ground as well, breathing lightly.

"Beating people up without using my martial soul feels pretty good, huh?"

His cheeky remark made the people around them burst into laughter.

Feng Xiaotian struggled to rise from the ground, even coughing up blood.

"I have been taught!"

"Huh?"

Lin Yichen was utterly bewildered. Clearly, he should have been the one saying that.

It was Feng Xiaotian's skill that had forced him to comprehend the Eight-Section Throw.

But...

"It's nothing, really~"

Someone did not know who began laughing first, and only then did the crowd surrounding the arena gradually find their voices again.

It seemed this lighthearted sparring match had come to an end.

But Lin Yichen knew that although Feng Xiaotian had said he had been taught, he himself had also gained quite a lot from this exchange.

At the same time, he reviewed the fight afterward.

He had not used much of Moonshadow Step's speed for the Eight-Section Throw's movements.

In other words, if Moonshadow Step and the Eight-Section Throw were completely synchronized, their power might become even greater.

Looks like I still need to practice... he muttered inwardly.

Lin Yichen was about to leave when the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of someone standing at the entrance to the training ground.

The hem of light-blue clothing swayed gently in the breeze, and a familiar paper bag hung from her hand.

Shui Bing'er stood there. He did not know how long she had been watching.

Her face was full of smiles as she waved for him to come over quickly.

The instant their eyes met, the corners of Lin Yichen's lips unconsciously lifted.

The feeling of having someone think of you after training... was not bad?