Most Soul Masters at Skywater Academy are water-attribute Soul Masters, so most mimicry training grounds are also water-attribute fields.
Of course, the mimicry training areas among them are not exclusively water; for the purpose of combat, there are also various other types of fields.
The one Zhu Zhuqing chooses is a jungle mimicry training ground, a mimicry training ground specifically used to train speed.
Seeing that everyone else is training earnestly, Lin En feels too embarrassed to just stand here watching, so he simply goes off to find Little Zhu Zhuqing.
"Little Zhu Zhuqing, do you need any help?"
Lin En appears beside Zhu Zhuqing with a swagger, a piece of Blue Silver Grass dangling from his mouth, and smiles teasingly.
Zhu Zhuqing looks at him, presses her lips together, and finally nods earnestly:
"Release your martial soul to spar with me. That will be very helpful for improving my speed!"
"Alright then!"
Lin En curls his lip. "Come out, Sageross!"
"Sa..."
Sageross's figure flashes, and he instantly appears before Zhu Zhuqing.
"Thanks..."
Zhu Zhuqing takes a deep breath, her gaze instantly turning sharp.
Sageross feels her fighting intent, and his figure moves instantly. His speed is neither fast nor slow, keeping right at a pace one tier higher than hers.
Sparring should look like sparring.
Soul rings emerge beneath Zhu Zhuqing, two yellow and one purple. Accompanied by the shining purple soul ring, Netherworld Shadow Clone instantly activates.
She splits into three, her sharp cat claws making identical posture gestures, and quickly approaches Sageross. Her first soul ring lights up, and Hell Stab activates.
"Sa..."
Sageross's twin blades sink, and a crescent-shaped blade Qi instantly shoots out, eliminating two of the clones in the blink of an eye.
The remaining one is Zhu Zhuqing's real body.
Sageross calmly catches Zhu Zhuqing's attack, his scythe blades parrying, and knocks her back dozens of meters with a single stroke.
"Little Zhu Zhuqing, pay attention to your lateral footwork. Sometimes being fast is useless; changing direction quickly is what's truly fast!"
Lin En leans back against a large tree nearby, his eyes fixed intently on Zhu Zhuqing's position, and reminds her promptly.
Hearing his words, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes light up involuntarily.
Her own speed is too fast, making it completely impossible to transition and change direction while moving forward. This is her biggest flaw.
Her comprehension is not bad; she understands the crucial point almost instantly, and in the time that follows, she focuses on training explosive power and pre-body changes of direction.
Sageross also spars with her spontaneously, every attack hitting just the right measure without actually injuring Zhu Zhuqing.
Time passes second by second.
Zhu Zhuqing perfectly integrates her technique and speed, even managing to change the execution of her soul skills mid-movement.
For instance, following Hell Stab with Netherworld Shadow Clone, using high speed and illusory changes to get close to the enemy, and finally using Netherworld Hundred Claws to complete a fatal strike.
Even with limited early attack methods, she can perfectly resolve this pain point relying on her own speed.
"Hah... hah... hah hah..."
After finishing her training, Zhu Zhuqing walks over panting and sits down in the shade of the tree beside Lin En.
A healthy flush appears on her fair face, and damp long strands of hair cling to her temples, looking extremely alluring.
"Tired? Do you need me to help massage and relax you?"
Lin En beams brightly, his buttocks shifting toward her side involuntarily.
He looks at the girl's sweat-drenched appearance, her rich body fragrance carrying a faint, ethereal scent that refreshes the heart and mind.
Zhu Zhuqing looks at the approaching Lin En, his gaze at the bottom of his eyes resembling that of a hungry wolf. A flush rises to her face, and she curses shyly in her heart:
"Pervert!"
Although she mentally curses Lin En, the joy at the bottom of her eyes is uncontainable.
After falling silent for a moment, Zhu Zhuqing leans against Lin En.
Her slender hand subconsciously takes off her shoes, and her long, beautiful legs-wrapped in flesh-colored black silk-curl and overlap, placing themselves in his lap.
A pair of flesh-colored black silk stockings is revealed beneath her black leather narrow skirt, long and well-proportioned, slender yet with a fleshy feel. The core-spun stockings have a high degree of transparency, exuding a soft, matte finish.
The thin flesh-colored black silk makes her already fair skin appear even softer and more tender, especially that pair of pinkish-white tender feet.
One can almost see the pink-tinged, soft and tender soles of her feet through the flesh-colored silk stockings.
Her jade toes are evenly and neatly arranged, and her ankles are pure white without a flaw.
Following from the tips of her feet all the way upward, sweeping across the smooth backs of her feet straight to the roots of her thighs, the curves are natural and rounded, each and every line seeming filled with a young girl's youth and beauty.
Lin En has not been without seeing such beauty before, but unlike in the past, Zhu Zhuqing is actually so proactive this time.
This action stimulates his heart to beat wildly, and he looks at the little kitty with a stunned gaze.
When did she... become so bold??
Seeming to notice his gaze, Zhu Zhuqing turns her head away shyly, saying in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum:
"Are you going to massage or not? If not, I'm leaving!"
"Massage, how can I not? My technique is very professional, wait..."
Lin En chuckles, his palm grasping Zhu Zhuqing's white feet, and gently massages and rubs them.
A pair of affections intertwined for long, feelings turning over and over with lingering attachment.
"Mmm..."
Beside him, Zhu Zhuqing's face is like a fiery sunset glow.
Lin En holds her little feet and gently kneads them, sensing that the other person is somewhat nervous.
Her toes are tensed rather tightly, and through the cicada-wing-thin silk stockings, the fair skin on the backs of her feet is clearly visible.
Must be said, Zhu Zhuqing's white feet belong to that next-door-neighbor-girl type, slender and delicate.
Her ankles are pinkish-white and tender, extremely cute.
Her heels are rounded and tenderly smooth, without a trace of hard calluses, and her slender, soft lines are gentle and lovely.
Zhu Zhuqing shows no intention of resisting at all, and Lin En's actions inevitably grow bolder.
The kneading force also gradually increases, with the joint of his thumb pressing against the smooth and tender sole of her foot, applying slight pressure and pushing upward.
"Yingning..."
Zhu Zhuqing closes her beautiful eyes, and the pinkish-white blush sets off her cheeks to appear even more charming.
A sweet, delicate, fragmented moan actually escapes from the back of her throat.
"Gentler, too hard, I can't quite take it..."
Zhu Zhuqing instantly opens her eyes, gives him a soft, gentle side-glance with her moisture-filmed beautiful eyes, and her delicate hands shyly press down on his wrist.
"Cough cough... Then I'll be gentler..."
Gazing into her alluring, beautiful eyes, Lin En feels as though his heartbeat skips a beat.
"Truly a vixen..."
Lin En lowers his gaze, lamenting inwardly that the Dai Family members eat really well.
His eyes look as though peach blossoms are growing within them, and his gaze is soft and mushy, making one unable to help developing a sense of cherishing pity.
In the time that follows, although Lin En's palms roam around unrulily, rubbing back and forth over her thighs and white feet,
Zhu Zhuqing only puts up a symbolic resistance before becoming well-behaved and docile, leaving everything to the other person's desires.
She narrows her eyes shyly, her expression still looking somewhat enjoyed.
When the pads of Lin En's fingers stroke the silk stockings, they emit a crisp "rustling" sound.
From time to time, he tickles the balls of her feet with his fingertips; the tactile sensation is soft and glutinous, much like a cat's pinkish-white paw pads, extremely cute.
"Does it feel good?"
Lin En gazes at Zhu Zhuqing's exquisite face and smiles teasingly.
Zhu Zhuqing remains silent, unwilling to converse with him.
"Not talking... Then I'm going to use force?"
Lin En gives a wicked smile, the strength in his palm gradually increasing. Being toyed with like this by Lin En, Zhu Zhuqing's expression gradually takes on a hint of gentle and mournful charm.
"Don't... use a lighter touch..."
"Then does it feel good?"
"Mmm... it feels good!"
Zhu Zhuqing twists her fingers together, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzzing.
Her face burns as though an extra layer of blush has been added to it; even through the silk stockings, Lin En can feel her body temperature rising rapidly.
"What the hell, the little kitty has this kind of trait?"
Lin En's expression gradually turns strange, his eyeballs drifting toward her face intentionally or unintentionally, as though noticing that her expression looks somewhat stirred.
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