After the darkness!

When Lin Yijue got home that evening, his head was still a little dizzy.

He received too much information today.

First, I was incredibly lucky to find a "talent item," and with my wish fulfilled, I successfully upgraded my talent tree.

Then, for no apparent reason, they beat up Lu Qiang again.

Then, things took a turn for the worse, and suddenly the classic scenario of "if you beat the little one, there will be an old one to follow" unfolded.

Then, before he could worry for long, Wei Hong suddenly appeared and told him that the matter had been resolved.

Suddenly gaining greater power, suddenly encountering an insurmountable crisis, and then suddenly the crisis is resolved...

It felt like a dream.

Coupled with physical fatigue, the moment I sank into the soft sofa after returning home, a feeling of unreality washed over me like a tidal wave.

Physically exhausted and mentally exhausted.

Although the matter has been resolved, he is still in a state of turmoil.

"But has it really been solved?"

He looked at his outstretched hands in the dim light.

These hands are now capable of knocking Lu Qiang down in two moves.

The power contained within his hands was incredibly real.

But the troubles that follow are also incredibly real.

This time I was lucky. Because of my talent, I got through the difficulty thanks to the connection with Yun Sheng Sect. But what about next time?

If the other party suddenly seeks a bigger or stronger connection, will Yun Sheng Sect still protect him?

The answer is self-evident.

If he were Wei Hong, he wouldn't have protected her either.

not to mention……

"Gurgle..."

A sudden, intense spasm shot through my abdomen, accompanied by an indescribable, deep-seated hunger that seemed to originate from the very source of life.

The very existence of phagocytic infected individuals means a constant vortex of trouble.

Expecting powerful allies to descend from the sky in every crisis? That's nothing short of wishful thinking.

"...Mountains crumble, rivers flow away." Lin Yijue murmured to the empty, quiet living room, his voice utterly devoid of emotion.

"So in the end, the only thing you can rely on is the power in your own hands."

Just like today, Lu Qiang suddenly appeared. There were so many people present, including the coach, but in the end, who stood up?

Lin Yijue quickly finished his meal, returned to his bedroom, briefly checked on the bamboo rat, and finding nothing wrong, fed it some more extract.

Then continue to practice your proficiency in Yun Sheng's Footwork Technique.

For the next few days, he followed Wei Hong's arrangements, attending school and reviewing during the morning and going directly to the club for training in the afternoon.

After training, they didn't linger and went straight home.

After returning home, I spend my time practicing the Eighteen Forms.

After you've practiced enough, look at your textbook for a bit to help you fall asleep.

The improvement after talent advancement is significant.

In combat techniques like Yun Sheng Chuojiao, he clearly felt a leap in efficiency.

Roughly estimated, the rate of proficiency accumulation per unit of time has increased by nearly 40%—a terrifying speed.

However, even more surprising results appeared in the eighteen styles.

This efficiency is already quite astonishing.

However, to his surprise, his progress in the Eighteen Forms was even more impressive than in martial arts techniques like Chuojiao.

In the blink of an eye, a week has passed.

Yun Sheng Club, training room.

Lin Yijue's figure moved silently in the center of the field.

His muscles weren't stiff and tense, but rather coordinated in an indescribable rhythm:

At times, it coils like a python, each muscle fiber instantly taut like a bowstring, bursting forth with restrained tension; at other times, it unfolds like unraveling a cocoon, suddenly relaxing, revealing a supple and graceful quality.

The feet tap, grind, and spin, alternating and changing, each step rooted yet leaving no trace.

Sometimes his arms are raised and stretched out like a lone crane spreading its wings, and sometimes they fall like a giant hammer beating a drum. The movements are so fast that they almost leave afterimages, yet they strangely maintain the overall harmony and coordination.

As the movements deepened, a subtle yet extremely invigorating change quietly occurred within him.

The faint flow of air that had been intermittently circulating between the muscles and skin began to stabilize.

They no longer appear and disappear without a trace, but rather, like streams that have found their way, begin to flow along the limbs and bones.

Following some mysterious path, it circulates, nurtures, and grows at an almost constant rate.

An unprecedented, inner strength welled up within me, like a clear spring gushing from an underground mine, ceaselessly permeating every inch of my flesh and bones.

This is the result of his training over this period of time. As the movements of the "Eighteen Forms" become more and more synchronized with his breathing rhythm, his integration of strength becomes smoother and smoother each time.

This can be seen from the smooth, explosive power during practice, whether it's boxing or kicking.

……

With his mind racing, he quickly moved to the seventeenth move: Soaring Dragon Through the Clouds.

The "Dragon Soaring Through the Clouds" movement primarily simulates the overall energy state of most footwork steps.

The movement emphasizes alternating steps, with strides as graceful as flowing clouds.

The upper body sways left and right with each step, like a dragon swimming in the clouds, the arms swing naturally with palms down, like dragon whiskers brushing against the clouds; the eyes look straight ahead, and the breathing is even and long.

Simply put, the key is to move with the enemy and adapt your body to their movements.

It shares a similar effect with Yun Shengbu.

After the seventeenth move, it's directly the Return to My Own Form.

The breathing rhythm in this posture is actually the most difficult to control.

It seems simple; all you need to do is stand with your feet together and let your hands hang naturally at your sides.

But in reality, the real challenge lies in regulating the internal energy flow.

You need to exhale slowly through your nose, and then relax all the muscles in your body one by one, from your toes to the top of your head, as if melting away like ice and snow.

After completing the seventeen normal exercises, most people are already out of breath and their blood is churning, making it extremely difficult to relax suddenly.

In the past, Lin Yijue always got stuck on this last movement.

But this time, as the breath slowly emanated from his mouth and nose, a completely different realization suddenly seized him.

It is no longer a rigid confrontation or a deliberate slowdown, nor is it the previous arduous and obstructive process.

He felt like a small boat, having shed all its sails and burdens, drifting smoothly downstream until it reached the ferry crossing.

In an instant, the movements that were previously difficult to control became as fluid as breathing itself.

Deep within his body, the energy flowing through his muscles now moved as if guided by his own body, responding to his command to "relax" without any hesitation or stubbornness.

Instead, it obediently follows the "inner pathways" of the limbs and bones, transforming into countless fine yet strong threads that contract and settle down evenly, at a constant speed, and with unparalleled smoothness from top to bottom.

The muscles throughout the body were like a sleeping giant, with each muscle bundle relaxing in turn.

The fascia of the calves, knees, and thighs loosens in sequence, the core of the waist and abdomen gradually relaxes, the spine and chest expand, and the shoulders hang naturally as if they have been freed from invisible shackles.

Finally, the last trace of tension binding the head and neck melted away quietly, like spring ice dissolving.

It only took him the time it takes to take one full breath. All the tense muscles in his body returned to their most relaxed state.

There was not a trace of stiffness, not a hint of hesitation.

The tendons, bones, muscles, qi, and blood completed the first perfect "release-retract-sink" closed loop.

At the very moment it was completed.

"Buzz".

Lin Yijue felt as if a clear voice echoed deep within his mind.

This is not a physical sound, but more like a resonance of consciousness.

An unprecedented sense of clarity instantly flowed through my limbs and bones!

It was as if a thin veil covering his senses had been suddenly torn away, and the whole world was presented to his senses in a more delicate, clear, and slow pace.

He "saw" it clearly!

It wasn't through his eyes, but through a completely new "inner vision" transmitted via nerve endings. He could sense that all the muscles in his body were no longer individual entities fighting their own battles, but were tightly connected by an invisible network. With the slightest thought, he could instantly mobilize the power from any corner, transmitting, converging, and exploding it.

Every bit of strength is like the most loyal soldier, fully prepared and ready to go, commanding with composure.

This is not an increase in strength, but a complete and fundamental mastery of how to use physical strength...