Wind Release: Rasenshuriken

Half an hour passed.

The black Soul Ring was steadily absorbed by Gu Feng.

Yellow, yellow, purple, black!

Ten Thousand Year Fourth Ring!

Gu Feng slowly exhaled a breath of white air, rose to his feet, and stretched his limbs.

Soul Power churned within him before finally settling at Level 42.

The two supreme immortal herbs, the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot, combined with a Soul Ring close to twenty thousand years old, had only raised Gu Feng's Soul Power from Level 36 to Level 42.

That was not a particularly great increase.

But Gu Feng knew very well that his innate talent had only been Rank Seven Soul Power. Most of the medicinal power from the two immortal herbs had gone toward cleansing his marrow and forging his veins, improving his talent.

Gu Feng was now a twelve-year-old Level 42 Soul Ancestor with a twenty-thousand-year Fourth Ring. Such strength already surpassed any so-called genius on the continent.

Chen Xin stepped forward and rested a hand on Gu Feng's shoulder. After examining his meridians, he nodded to Ning Fengzhi.

"His meridians are broad and stable, without the slightest hint of instability. His foundation is exceptionally solid."

"What's your fourth Soul Skill?" Gu Rong asked curiously as he moved closer.

Gu Feng spread open his palm, where a faint cyan breeze slowly swirled.

"My fourth Soul Skill is Gale Domain. It can create a high-pressure wind field within a certain range, suppressing the enemy's movement and charges, eliminating my own wind resistance, and reducing the consumption of wind-type Soul Skills."

At the mention of this area-suppression skill, even Chen Xin raised an eyebrow slightly.

"A rudimentary domain that can attack when advancing and defend when retreating. It suits your combat style perfectly."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at the sky and dusted off his robes.

"That settles matters here. We'll return to the sect and rest for a day. Tomorrow morning, you two should head back to Heaven Dou Royal Academy and report in."

"Qin Ming's Imperial Fighting Team is still waiting for you to return."

Ning Rongrong linked her arm through Gu Feng's and raised her chin with a huff.

"When we go back tomorrow, we'll scare Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng to death!"

Gu Feng lifted a hand and pinched Ning Rongrong's puffed-up cheek.

"Rongrong, Dugu Yan and Tianheng are both teammates. You can't always be so hostile toward them."

Ning Rongrong gave a soft snort.

"She's the one who couldn't accept losing back when we fought at the Great Soul Arena."

Gu Feng laughed helplessly and casually wrapped an arm around Ning Rongrong's shoulders, no longer arguing with her.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin walked ahead. Listening to the two juniors bicker behind them, their faces were full of ease.

The group left Sunset Forest and soon returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

After dinner, Gu Feng sat on a stone bench and raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

A ball of cyan airflow slowly spun above his palm.

He was pondering the strike he had used while hunting the Wind-Splitting Demon Falcon earlier that day.

Wind God Finger took the path of ultimate penetration.

It compressed scattered Wind Element into an extremely tiny point, using the high pressure of an instant explosion to pierce through targets like a fine needle.

This move was indeed useful for single combat and targeted kills, but against broad heavy-armored defenses or groups of enemies, its area of effect was too narrow.

If he wanted to recreate the effect of the Wind Release: Rasenshuriken from the anime he remembered from his previous life, penetration alone was clearly not enough.

He carefully reviewed the settings from the anime he had watched in his previous life.

What was the core of the Rasenshuriken?

A high-speed, irregularly rotating sphere of energy, wrapped in a four-pointed cross blade composed of sharp wind blades.

Once thrown, it did not merely collide and explode. Countless tiny wind blades would frantically slice through the target in a short time, directly destroying them at the cellular level.

In Douluo Continent, that meant tearing apart an enemy's meridians and Soul Power defenses.

"Making it look like that wouldn't be difficult." Gu Feng stared at his palm and muttered to himself.

With his current affinity for Wind Element, creating the appearance alone would take no more than ten seconds.

The real trouble was its internal destructive mechanism.

Wind God Finger was a straightforward compression, like an arrow fired from a powerful bowstring.

But the Rasenshuriken required two or even more violently flowing currents moving in completely opposite directions, frantically grinding and colliding within the same sphere while maintaining an extremely dangerous critical balance.

The outside also needed a layer of wind blades rotating at extreme speed to achieve ultimate cutting power.

One slight mistake, and this ball of violent Wind Element would explode in his hand before he could even throw it.

"It requires extremely strong spiritual power to suppress it, as well as precise fine-tuning of Soul Power output."

Gu Feng stroked his chin.

He had just consumed the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, greatly strengthening his spiritual power. His eyesight and perception now far surpassed Soul Masters of the same level.

Combined with the powerful meridians gained from the Ice-Fire Body Tempering and the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone constantly providing restorative vitality, even if his hand exploded once, it would not be crippled.

His foundation was thick enough. He could afford to experiment.

Gu Feng closed his eyes and repeatedly simulated the flow of Soul Power in his mind.

First, he would use the vortex in his right palm as the core, spinning it counterclockwise at high speed and pulling the surrounding air to create negative pressure.

Then he would inject a second stream of Soul Power, forcing it to coil clockwise in reverse and pushing the rotation speed to its limit.

Finally, he would extend four cicada-wing-thin compressed wind blades around the core.

Ning Rongrong sat on the stone steps some distance away, hugging her knees.

Moonlight fell across Gu Feng's handsome profile, and several loose strands of hair hanging beside his face swayed gently in the night breeze.

His expression was focused. There was none of his usual daytime casualness between his brows, making him seem composed and quiet.

Ning Rongrong propped her chin on both hands. The corners of her lips lifted unconsciously as her little feet lightly swung from the steps.

Brother Feng looks so handsome when he's serious.

Her eyes were full of admiration for Gu Feng, and the more she watched, the more fortunate she felt—fortunate that she had met Gu Feng in the Star Dou Great Forest.

At that moment, Gu Feng suddenly opened his eyes and turned toward the stone steps.

"Rongrong, move back a little. Get behind the corridor pillars."

Ning Rongrong came back to her senses and blinked.

"Brother Feng, are you making another new ultimate move?"

"Just a small experiment. If I can't control the power properly, it might cause some damage."

Ning Rongrong nodded. Obediently rising to her feet, she briskly retreated to the inner side of the corridor and poked half her head out to watch.

Gu Feng stood and walked to the center of the courtyard.

He exhaled deeply as the Soul Power within him began circulating rapidly through specific meridians.

Three inches above his palm, a pale cyan wind vortex appeared out of thin air.

The vortex was initially only the size of an apple, yet it spun so quickly that it produced a sharp whistling sound through the air.

Gu Feng mobilized the spiritual power gathered between his brows and forcibly pulled over the Wind Element from several meters around him, pouring all of it into the vortex.

The cyan color became increasingly intense, and the Soul Power and Wind Element within grew denser and denser. At that moment, the pressure above his palm abruptly surged.

Gu Feng's wrist sank slightly as he felt the flesh around his palm being painfully tugged by the violent airflow.

However, the healing Soul Skill of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone was continuously healing Gu Feng.

"First step: reverse rotation."

Gu Feng steadied his mind, separated another stream of Soul Power, and brutally rammed it into the center of the rapidly spinning energy sphere, forcibly changing the direction of the inner rotation.

Hiss!

A piercing sound of friction suddenly rang out.

Two completely opposing rotational forces fiercely struggled within a sphere less than half a foot wide. The violent airflow immediately lost control, turning into dozens of fragmented gusts that shot wildly in every direction.

The bluestone slabs of the courtyard floor were carved with deep gouges several inches deep.

Ning Rongrong cried out beneath the corridor, hurriedly raising a hand to shield her cheek as the gale blasted her face and sent her long hair flying wildly.

"Get back in!"

Gu Feng shouted in a low voice, pouring out all his spiritual power and turning it into an invisible, solid barrier that forcibly locked the overflowing violent currents within his palm.

The powerful physical resistance granted by the Ice-Fire Body Tempering took effect in Gu Feng's right palm. His skin glimmered with a faint jade-like light, withstanding the savage tearing of the violent airflow.

The previously chaotic wind sphere was forcibly compressed together.

At its core, the clockwise and counterclockwise storms formed an extraordinarily delicate balance, compressing wildly and emitting a sharp hum that made one's eardrums ache.

Next, Gu Feng mobilized the surrounding Wind Element and extended four crescent-shaped high-pressure wind blades from the sphere's edge.

The cross-shaped form began to take shape!

Though it did not yet possess the terrifying presence it had in his memories from his previous life, this miniature wind-blade sphere floating above Gu Feng's palm had already taken on a frightening prototype.

At that moment, all the air within ten meters of him was drawn away, forming a brief Vacuum zone.

Under the extreme compressed pressure, the stone slabs on the ground began to crack under the strain, producing a series of sharp cracking sounds.

Ning Rongrong hid behind a corridor pillar, her chest feeling tight as even breathing became difficult.

Staring at the cyan wind sphere in Gu Feng's hand, which radiated an aura of destruction, she was completely stunned.

This was not something a Soul Ancestor should be capable of producing!

Just as Gu Feng intended to compress the Soul Power further and try injecting more of it, the fragile balance in his palm was finally broken.

The opposing storms inside suddenly fell out of balance, and the energy instantly went berserk!

"Not good!"

Gu Feng reacted swiftly. Using his flight Soul Skill in combination with the wind, he shot more than ten meters into the air. Then he swung his hand and violently hurled the out-of-control wind blade toward the deserted cliff behind the courtyard!

The instant it left his hand, the wind blade rapidly expanded in midair.

Boom!

Accompanied by an ear-splitting explosion, a massive hemispherical crater was gouged out of the rocky wall behind the mountain. Stones flew everywhere, shredded into powder by countless chaotic wind blades, raising a thick cloud of dust into the night sky.

Gu Feng lightly landed on the ground and glanced at his slightly reddened right palm.

The warm aura of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone quickly surged forth, and the pain soon faded away.

"The backlash is even stronger than I imagined. Supporting it with one hand is too much of a strain; controlling it with both hands would be safer. As for the power, it's passable."

Gu Feng immediately began reviewing the process.

The commotion just now had been huge, and more than half the rocky wall behind the mountain had been carved away. But he knew perfectly well that the move had actually failed.

The charging time was too long.

From mobilizing Soul Power to barely forming the shape of the wind blades, then maintaining Soul Power output and controlling it with spiritual power, it required far too much time.

If he were truly fighting someone to the death, who would let him leisurely charge up his ultimate move?

Furthermore, once that turbulent mass of airflow left his hand, it could not maintain its original structure at all. It began expanding in midair, and its destructive power weakened greatly after expanding.

"What if I can't throw it, and just press it directly onto the opponent's face and detonate it?"

Gu Feng lowered his head, looked at his palm, and quietly pondered aloud.

At point-blank range, the power would definitely be maximized.

But in that case, the violent shockwave would also engulf him. It would be a tactic of injuring himself eight hundred to kill the enemy a thousand.

Still, it was indeed feasible!

As for this Wind Release: Rasenshuriken, he had at least taken the first step.

As long as his Soul Power continued to grow and his spiritual power rose along with it, controlling it would become much easier.

If he could obtain a Head Soul Bone that enhanced spiritual power in the future, controlling this storm would be far less difficult.

At that moment, seeing that Gu Feng had stopped, Ning Rongrong impatiently jumped out from behind the corridor pillar.