" Yu Tianheng, when you're in close combat, do you hold your breath in your chest and tense all your muscles?" Lin Kong suddenly looked at Yu Tianheng and asked.
Yu Tianheng paused for a moment, then nodded. "That's right! In close combat, tense your muscles, coordinate your whole body, guide your power to gather in your hands, and unleash your strongest attack."
As he spoke, he even gestured.
Just as the Clear Sky Sect has unique techniques to unleash the power of the Clear Sky Hammer, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan naturally also has its own unique techniques.
Lin Kong pointed at Yu Feng, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling, his tone slightly teasing. "The three of you are different. Yu Feng relies on his ability to fly and never engages in close combat; Yanzi fights using poison and doesn't need to fight in close quarters; Lingling is a healing-type Soul Master who stays in the back, so she doesn't need to consider these things either. The three of you, your muscles are all loose and flabby when you fight. I wonder if Teacher Qin Ming has scolded you for it."
After saying that, he pointed to himself, his tone becoming more serious. "My Martial Soul is Dark Blue Silver Grass, Control System Soul Master. Theoretically, I don't need to engage in close combat with others. But, I won't be careless in any aspect. The more skills I practice, the more ways I can save my life."
" Yu Feng, extend your right hand." Lin Kong's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
"Get out! What do you want now?" Yu Feng jumped back a step in fright, looking at him warily, as if Lin Kong were some kind of monster. He still felt lingering fear when he thought about the excruciating pain he had just experienced.
"It's alright, you won't break any bones this time. It's just a little trick to demonstrate to everyone," Lin Kong said with a smile, trying to reassure them.
"You want to break my bones?!" Yu Feng's face turned pale with fright, and he became even more terrified. "Last time you said you'd fight bare-handed, but you ended up shoving me to the ground. I'm not falling for that!"
"Come here!" Lin Kong was too lazy to waste words with him and simply beckoned.
Yu Tianheng tilted his head and gestured to Yu Feng, "Go, let him demonstrate, we'll learn from him too."
Dugu Yan smiled lightly and teased, "It's alright, even if you break a bone, you still have Lingling!"
Ye Lingling, unusually, revealed a gloating expression, and obediently nodded. "Yes, believe me, I can cure you."
At this moment, Yu Feng almost burst into tears. Looking at the crowd of people in front of him who were "shared in hatred against the enemy," he could only reluctantly move in front of Lin Kong with a bitter face and extend his right hand.
Just like last time, Lin Kong grabbed his wrist, raised his arm, and gestured to Yu Tianheng, saying, " Yu Tianheng, come here, take a close look at this spot. This is the weak point of the wrist joint. If you can't find it, practice on yourself. You'll get the hang of it after a few tries."
With a serious expression, Yu Tianheng stretched out his left hand, grabbed his right wrist, and carefully felt around until he found the spot Lin Kong had pointed to.
Lin Kong's expression suddenly turned serious, and he said to Yu Feng in a deep voice, "Take a deep breath, tense all your muscles, and let your Soul Power fill your limbs and bones. Remember, you must hold it tight, don't relax!"
"Alright! I've got it!" Yu Feng quickly took a deep breath, his muscles tensed, and even his face turned a little red.
The next second, everyone could see clearly that Lin Kong suddenly tightened his grip on Yu Feng's wrist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and the muscles in his upper arm taut, clearly indicating that he was using all his strength.
Previously, Lin Kong only needed to exert a little force for Yu Feng to scream in agony, his entire body losing its ability to resist. But this time, Yu Feng stood still, his face growing increasingly red, deepening from bright red to a dark red, without uttering a sound or showing any sign of pain.
After a few seconds, Lin Kong released his grip and did not exert any more force.
"Call--"
Yu Feng deflated, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Lin Kong reacted quickly and grabbed his arm, catching him steadily.
He was breathing heavily, the dark red color on his face gradually fading, and although his wrists were still a little numb, the excruciating pain from before was gone.
After this demonstration, Lin Kong looked at everyone and said in a somewhat instructive tone, "Now, do you understand?"
The seemingly simple act of "holding your breath and tensing all your muscles" can greatly resist damage in critical moments, and even withstand attacks aimed at the joints, as shown in this example.
"I have a question!" Lin Kong sized up the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team.
What's the problem?
How much practical combat experience do you have?
They all fell silent.
Real-world application?
They don't teach that in colleges!
Or rather, which unusual college allows students to engage in practical training?
Are there enough facilities? Are there enough healing-type Soul Master? Are there enough referees? And most importantly, what benefits will students gain from being taught practical combat?
Aside from the Continental Elite Tournament for Advanced Soul Master Academy held every five years, there are no other benefits! Oh, for 99% of the academies, participating in the tournament is just about showing off; they don't expect to get any rankings.
Is the Heaven Dou Royal Academy somewhat special?
Are the teaching staff sufficient?
right!
Then what?
The trainees are all from aristocratic backgrounds, and many are just there to coast along. What real combat? Won't they feel the pain of being beaten?
Elementary Soul Master Academy don't teach practical combat, intermediate Soul Master Academy don't teach practical combat, only advanced Soul Master Academy form battle teams and then specifically teach these people practical combat.
What happened before the team was formed?
Without demand, there's no need to teach practical skills!
Ordinary students all dream of reaching level 30 before the age of 25. What is actual combat? They have no idea! Only when genius students are selected to join the team do they begin to learn how to fight in real combat. It takes them a full four years to raise their combat abilities to the limit before participating in the continent-wide elite competition for advanced Soul Master Academy!
Let's take a look at these seven people:
Yu Tianheng, needless to say, is very outstanding.
Ye Lingling joined purely because of the power of the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul, and had nothing to do with her own qualities; Dugu Yan joined mostly because of Dugu Bo, even though her Martial Soul shouldn't be on the field; Yu Feng poor student, was able to join because of his Martial Soul, as the team needed someone to control the sky.
Osler, Shi Mo, and Shi Mo —are these three individuals gifted in combat, or simply possess higher Soul Power Level?
"You guys are really bad!" Lin Kong spread his hands and launched a tirade.
For a level 25 Soul Grandmaster to point at this group of Soul Elder and make such a comment is a bit too much of a provocation!
Yu Tianheng's expression remained unchanged. He firmly believed in his own strength and knew that Lin Kong wasn't referring to him.
The expressions on the other people's faces were priceless!
Yu Feng hesitated, remembering the lesson he had just received, and swallowed his words.
Ye Lingling glanced at Lin Kong indifferently, not caring. She was a healing-type Soul Master, so being a little weak was no big deal.
Shi Mo Shi Mo frowned slightly, but remained silent due to his calm demeanor.
Dugu Yan narrowed her eyes menacingly, " Lin Kong, what do you mean?"
Osler stepped forward. "Come on, let's have a game. Don't think I'm like Yu Feng!"
"One at a time, Yanzi. You're not convinced? Let's have a one-on-one fight!" Lin Kong beckoned to her as he backed away.
"Come on then!" Dugu Yan was proud, or rather, all geniuses are proud and cannot stand being provoked.
"Forget it, let's not fight anymore! It's pointless!" Lin Kong suddenly changed his mind.
This time, Dugu Yan was furious. She rushed up to him, her voice trembling with rage, " Lin Kong!"
"It's no fun fighting you one-on-one." Lin Kong shook his head and continued, "I could easily crush you, how boring!"
Dugu Yan was furious. She grabbed Lin Kong's wrist and dragged him to an open space. Her pretty face was flushed with anger. "One-on-one! Let's have a one-on-one fight! Are you just all talk?"
Lin Kong: "Didn't you just knock Yu Feng down?"
Yu Feng felt like he'd been shot out of nowhere and retorted, "What does your arguing have to do with me?"
Dugu Yan: "Even though Yu Feng is so weak, I can still beat him."
Yu Feng hit by another arrow and jumped up and down in a panic, "Hey, hey, hey, you two have gone too far!"
"I still..." Lin Kong's eyes gradually sharpened.
"Or what?" Dugu Yan grabbed his wrist, refusing to back down. She would not let Lin Kong off the hook until they had a fight today.
"I'll take on all seven of you by myself!" Lin Kong's calm voice reached their ears. "All of you, come at me together!"
At this moment, all that remained was the sound of the wind blowing and their increasingly rapid breathing.