Casting Off the Shackles

The worry in Aunt Long's eyes instantly turned to joy at that moment, because that movement...

Was astonishingly standard.

It even possessed an indescribable rhythmic beauty, completely lacking the awkwardness caused when people like them forcibly twisted their body tissues.

On Mu Fan, she could not see the slightest trace of awkwardness!

"Second form: Reverse Skeletal Folding."

Beneath Mu Fan's skin, where no one could see, psionic energy instantly split into 176 channels and flooded through his entire body.

As his bones crackled, Mu Fan maintained a forward-leaning posture, yet his palms instantly folded to his elbows, then his elbows bent behind his back. His entire body folded three times like pliable rubber.

Then, with a crisp snap, his body unfolded once more.

"Third form..."

"Fourth form..."

Mu Fan's movements unfolded before them like something straight out of a textbook.

He truly demonstrated what it meant to be a genius through sheer ability.

When the ninth form ended...

"Movement completion rate: 99%. Evaluation—perfect." A line of text appeared directly on the projected light screen.

Mu Fan wiped away his sweat and looked at Falcon, whose eyes had gone wide as saucers.

"What's wrong, Uncle Falcon?"

That "Uncle" brought Falcon back to his senses.

"You... how did you just do that? Did Ruan the Madman teach you before?"

At present, that was the only possible explanation.

If Mu Fan had never practiced before, they would never believe it, because his posture had been unbelievably precise!

If someone could so easily replicate the Limit Nine Forms within twelve hours, then it would not deserve the word "Limit."

"No. I just felt that doing those wasn't difficult."

Falcon's eye twitched. He finally understood why Ruan the Madman always wore such a smug expression whenever he mentioned this disciple of his.

This bastard was