The courtyard gradually quieted down.
Yu Xiaogang stood in the middle of the bluestone paving and slowly closed his eyes.
A moment later, he stepped forward, and his body began to move.
It looked nothing like ordinary punches and kicks.
His steps were sometimes light, sometimes steady, carrying a strange rhythm as he advanced and retreated.
His shoulders, waist, elbows, and wrists moved in concert. Every turn, every lift of his hand seemed part of a dance, fluid and graceful.
Yet within that grace, a hint of frenzy lurked.
His figure kept shifting, sometimes turning sideways to evade, sometimes stepping straight forward.
His palms swept through the air, his sleeves fluttering with them; as his fists extended and withdrew, every step seemed to gather strength, every turn concealing a fierce attack.
Though he had neither activated his Soul Power nor released his Martial Soul, an oppressive presence gradually spread through the courtyard.
Everyone watched without blinking.
Only when Yu Xiaogang took his final step and gently pressed his palm forward did the sequence slowly come to a close.
The courtyard remained silent for several breaths.
"This... is the Dance of Frenzied Battle?"
Ma Hongjun blinked. He had been about to crack a few jokes, but now swallowed his words.
Ning Rongrong also stared blankly at the spot where Yu Xiaogang had just stood. "Without using Soul Power, the movements alone already create this much pressure?"
"No wonder it's called a dance."
Zhu Zhuqing said softly, "The movements really do look like dance steps. They're beautiful when linked together."
Yu Xiaogang smiled. "Good observation."
"The outward form of the Dance of Frenzied Battle is only one part of it. Every movement links offense and defense: the footwork adjusts your position, the body movements evade attacks, and finally, you channel your strength