"Tian Heng, go give Elder Yu Chen a sparring partner."
Yu Yuanzhen spoke.
By now, Yu Chen was completely immersed in his practice.
His footwork was sometimes as fierce as wind and thunder, sometimes as elusive as a phantom.
They were clearly two entirely different movement styles, yet under Yu Chen's control, they gradually merged into a wholly new rhythm.
Yu Yuanzhen could tell that Yu Chen was trying to combine several different cultivation techniques to create a new unique technique.
In a situation like this, actual combat would best spark his inspiration.
"Yes!"
Yu Tianheng nodded and took a deep breath. Soul power surged from his dantian.
Crackle-
He had not used his martial soul, but a layer of blue-violet lightning had already burst forth, snapping and crackling.
Whoosh!
Yu Tianheng kicked off hard, shooting toward Yu Chen in the training ground like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Fierce wind wrapped around his fist.
Even without Martial Soul Possession, this blow carried no less than three hundred jin of force.
And yet...
"Bang!"
Before Yu Tianheng's fist could touch Yu Chen, it struck what felt like an invisible wall a meter from his body.
An enormous force surged back, sending him flying.
"Ow..."
Yu Tianheng landed flat on his back.
He lay there, staring at the clear blue sky with bewilderment in his eyes.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I supposed to be doing?
Yu Tianheng's fighting skills were far from weak. Among the younger disciples, only Yu Tianxin could barely fight him to a draw.
None of the other disciples, whether Soul Grandmasters or Soul Elders, could last five minutes against him.
And yet...
Facing Yu Chen, he had been knocked down in a single move.
"Whoosh!"
Yu Tianheng sprang to