Was it not a joy to learn and practice what one had learned?
With divine martial arts in hand, Lu Changfeng brimmed with confidence and high spirits.
He stepped lightly with his left foot, and his body rose as though borne by a wisp of breeze. Soundlessly, he slipped out the door and landed in the courtyard.
Moonlight poured into the courtyard like water.
He deliberately reined in his terrifying, forty-zhang aura and suppressed the surging internal power within him. Focusing only on the subtlety of the moves and his grasp of their deeper intent, he began practicing the newly acquired power of the Three Supreme Arts.
As his thoughts shifted, his movements followed.
At times, he was as swift and unpredictable as the wind. His legs crossed, leaving layers of afterimages-the Wind God Leg's "Chasing Wind, Catching Shadows." He darted and wheeled within a space a little over a zhang across, sending fallen leaves swirling in his wake, graceful and nimble.
Suddenly, his palm movements changed, stretching out endlessly like drifting clouds. His hands flew, their force elusive and unfathomable, seemingly unreal yet solid. With "Draped in Clouds, Crowned with Moonlight," palm shadows spread like rosy clouds. They appeared gentle, yet concealed a force capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas, silently shattering several falling leaves into dust.
Immediately afterward, the force of his punches changed sharply. Heavenly frost energy wreathed his body, and the temperature around him plummeted. His fists struck like a glacier splitting the earth, the movements ancient and majestic. Every punch carried the Heavenly Frost Fist's distinctive icy, murderous intent. Wherever his fists passed, moisture in the air condensed into fine white frost.
He did not rigidly string together the moves of the Three Supreme Arts, but drew upon them freely, switching at will.
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