In fact, Emily was very attentive to detail and knew how to pose her strength. It seemed that she was exerting 80% of her strength on Feng Yi, but ... wasn't that too absurd? His defense was terrifyingly strong–could it be that his true strength was not technique, but defense?
Parrying, blocking, and blocking again, no matter how Emily pressured Feng Yi, he remained unmoved. His defense, like a natural barrier, was impervious.
As time went by, more and more disciples gathered, nearly forty in total. These people who initially hadn't planned on arriving came when they heard the commotion. This low-key sparring session was quickly taking a different turn.
Many rookies had never seen such fast-paced combat. Murmurs began to rise from the crowd. Some even started whistling... Francis also stealthily entered the training room, but he did not intend to stop the fight. As he was looking at a pretty girl while secretly observing the two, he muttered to himself, "Hmm, she's not bad, 36D, but her legs are a a bit thick."
Boom...With a loud sound, Francis nearly fell off his seat.
Emily's high kick hit Feng Yi's crossed arms hard. Feng Yi's figure slid backwards, forced to retreat a considerable distance, and the disciples watching hastily made a path for him.
After the attack, Emily did not strike again. Her face turned cold - a far cry from her usual tranquility, "Why won't you fight back, Feng Yi?"
"Defense is also a form of attack," Feng Yi replied calmly, not knowing how to explain further. How was defense not a form of self-improvement? He had already seen through Emily's abilities after the first strike and seriously believed that putting forth his full strength was a form of respect. But it also depended on the situation, how could he not cooperate when his close friend requested it?
"Milly, I think we should stop," Sheng Qiangwei interjected. Feng Yi was more of a fierce beast than a fighter. Even Emily couldn't hold him back. Sheng Qiangwei only wanted to understand Feng Yi's tactics and find a break in his defense, she never thought that someone of their age could be so ferocious. If they continued, even Milly might be at a disadvantage.
"It's fine, after all, this is my sparring session." With that, Emily turned to look at Feng Yi, she bit her lip as she looked at him. Her cold gaze was full of complexity and meaning. Even without saying a word, she could guess what Feng Yi's words meant. He was clearly inviting her to back off.
This feeling...it was humiliating! While it seemed like Feng Yi had good intentions, she wasn't just going to lie down and take it—geniuses often had their quirks, and Milly was no exception. Her fine voice suddenly dropped several notes, and she said, "Feng, in all my life, I've never been inferior to anyone. You'd better be careful."
"Hey, hey, this is just a sparring session, there's no need to be that serious." It seemed soft girls had tempers too. Feng Yi raised his hand in a stopping gesture, but was promptly ignored by the adorable Milly.
Emily suddenly jumped back and took a deep breath. For a moment, it seemed like an invisible magnetic field enveloped her. Ordinary people might not notice the subtle change, but Feng Yi, with his keen senses, did. Could she be a special ability-wielder with exceptionally strong brainwaves?
Yes, this was Emily's immense spiritual magnetic field as a New Human. Once unleashed, it easily affected the nearby environment. Have you ever felt unable to freely communicate or perform at your best when talking to someone? That's the influence of the spiritual magnetic field.
Ordinary people with weak fields might be influenced to the point of fear, paralysis, complete breakdown, or even losing consciousness, which were all common reactions. Against New Humans, even soldiers who had been through battles might not be affected too greatly. Feng Yi also seemed taken aback, feeling like something was off. But before he knew it, Emily's magnetic field had completely enveloped him and her imminent attack was about to strike!
The sudden attack almost caught Feng Yi off guard. His deep, piercing eyes widened in alert...Danger! He couldn't dodge this attack! Feng Yi swiftly raised his hand, his eyes stared unblinkingly at Emily's attack, his hand seizing the space between her fingers.
"Storm Stance!" With a deafening roar, a chilling wind whirled around him. It whooshed out from him like a high-pitched scream, forcing the spectators to retreat...
This wasn't traditional Tai Chi or the incomplete Wind Style exercises, but a true combat technique of Feng Yi's own creation — the Storm Stance. This profound technique was enlightened from the harsh environment of the 103rd Colonial Planet. The introductory legacy left by Lasso was merely a catalyst. True martial arts were formless, what techniques were there to talk about? All miracles lay in being grounded, and having a relentless fighting spirit was the key to higher realms.
In the shocked gaze of the crowd, that powerful current of air, like a tornado, struck Emily and sent her flying back.
Boom! She was sent flying...
This was the unconscious defensive reaction of an old soldier facing danger. The force of Feng Yi's attack had completely sent Emily flying. An ordinary person wouldn't have been able to withstand his attack. He paused, only then realizing he had used too much force. He hadn't expected this girl to have the special ability to corrode one's spirit.
Feng Yi, realizing too late, exclaimed 'hey,' and swiftly leaped forward to catch Emily. But... it was too late, and all he managed to grab was one of her shoes. Fortunately, he had weakened most of the force at her ankle when he caught it, so Emily, agile on her feet, managed to cushion her fall with her limbs touching the wall, suffering no injury.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Feng Yi's grabbing action lingered on from the last second. The crowd was stunned, not only at his actions but also at his performance!
Emily was about to say thanks, but when she looked up, she was startled to see that Feng Yi was holding one of her shoes. Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and her whispered 'thank you' was perhaps only heard by herself, "Give me back my shoe."
As a product of the new era, females were not afraid to show off their beauty. Emily, despite being born in a traditional martial arts family, was no exception. But right now, she felt a little bit shy.
The attention of all the males in the crowd was focused on her delicate foot.
A guy patted Feng Yi's shoulder, "Don't just stand there, hurry up and put it on for her."
People started to tease one after another. It must be said that young boys and girls gossiping can be powerful. Even if a few of Emily's admirers knew they stood no chance, they figured they might as well enjoy the show while they could.
Even Sir Feng was sweating at this unexpected turn of events. Give him a break!
"Buddy, this was a good masterstroke. You really know how to hide your abilities," Chatting away, Francis started to gossip. He lightly patted Feng Yi's shoulder and gave him a smile that every man understands, "Everyone's waiting. Go help her put it on."
"Cough, I really did slip this time."