"It's a movement technique!"
Someone saw through it and shouted aloud.
The other newly promoted disciples were likewise shaken when they heard this. Looking again at Yang Lingshu's graceful figure on the platform, their eyes immediately held a few more traces of admiration.
Their elders often taught them that biting off more than they could chew would leave them unable to digest it. Young disciples their age, like Yang Lingshu, could only focus on refining one path. Any more than that was beyond their strength and could even delay their cultivation.
Yet this Senior Brother Yang Lingshu had managed to master such an exquisite movement technique without falling behind in his cultivation method, cultivation level, or spells!
The disciples of Tianxing Peak truly lived up to their reputation!
Yang Lingrui also smiled when he saw this.
Earlier, he had passed the Mayfly Phantom Clone Art on to the Yang Family cultivators, but Yang Lingshu alone had barely managed to enter the gate. The others could only comprehend a little of its surface.
Now that he had gained that insight, although Yang Lingshu had yet to cultivate a phantom clone, he had already mastered the first stage of the Mayfly Footwork with ease.
Seeing this, Yang Lingrui knew the outcome of this match had already been decided.
On the Dao Discussion Platform, Zheng Han had slashed at air for half the match. Humiliated into fury, he directly unleashed a large-scale spell that scattered golden light in all directions.
Unfortunately, Yang Lingshu merely slid sideways and elegantly evaded its range.
The torrent of water magic he had released earlier had failed to strike Zheng Han, but it had formed a layer of water across the Dao Discussion Platform. Yang Lingshu stepped upon it, and together with this footwork, he truly carried a