The thought merely flashed through Huo Yuhao's mind before he continued listening to Lang Ya explain the combat skill.
He had made the connection because Tian Meng had mentioned it in passing earlier, which had made him even more interested in this combat skill.
It was somewhat similar to Soul Shock, but its effects were not limited to that.
Lang Ya tried to make his explanation as easy to understand as possible, and Huo Yuhao listened with a rare degree of attentiveness.
He could sense that this combat skill truly suited him. Unlike theories on martial souls and soul engineering, where everyone had their own seemingly reasonable arguments, this was different. Even after Lang Ya finished speaking, Huo Yuhao continued digesting what he had just learned, making it his own.
But listening alone was useless. The key lay in practice.
Once he finished explaining, Lang Ya chuckled. "Vina, Gu Tong, you haven't mastered your combat skills yet. Let Aotian and me demonstrate their power to Yuhao."
Long Aotian stepped forward, his tall frame straightening as he lifted his head and puffed out his chest, gazing proudly at Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao knew that he wanted to prove the might of a body martial soul to him.
As Long Aotian stood there, an astonishing sense of pressure slowly emanated from him.
Huo Yuhao could not help frowning.
After spending more than three months together, he had come to understand Long Aotian reasonably well. He knew that the man was a cultivation fanatic through and through. Whenever he had time, he would invariably be honing himself at the Drill Ground.
Yet his presence now was considerably more imposing than anything Huo Yuhao had sensed from him before.
The fluctuations of spiritual power and soul power emanating from him seemed to have merged,