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Looking at the proud demeanor of the girl, Bu was truly at a loss, sighing that flirting was indeed a skill. After some thought, he recited a line from "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" under Wendy's eager gaze.
"There is a beauty, unforgettable upon seeing; one day without seeing her, I think of her like a madman."
Bu Qingyang's voice slowly resonated, and Wendy's face turned shy as she playfully scolded him and joyfully ran away. After running a distance, the girl suddenly turned back, smiling charmingly, and said, "Brent, I will come find you again. You’ve passed this time."
Watching the girl happily leave, Bu Xin felt an immense warmth in his heart.
At that moment, he really had the impulse to shout out his feelings. But he refrained; he knew well the saying: "A toad that does not wish to eat goose meat is not a good toad! A toad that has eaten goose meat is still just a toad."
He was a good toad because he wanted to eat goose meat, but he also did not want to remain just a toad after eating it.
For this reason, he needed to work hard; he needed to grow stronger.
In the past, he wanted to become stronger for survival, for himself; now, he wanted to become stronger to protect the person he liked and bring her happiness.
The same goal but different reasons.
The date for the Qualification Challenge at Holy Light Academy was approaching. In recent days, Bu had learned about the fierce competition of this Qualification Challenge that spanned over a dozen major countries.
Take Crook Duchy for example; all Twelve Great Cities within its borders would serve as venues for this Qualification Challenge. Throughout Crook Duchy, from the Royal Family nobles down to ordinary citizens, anyone who met the participant standards could register for the Qualification Challenge.
In a principality with tens of millions of people, even if the qualified participants were rare gems among them, there would still be thousands. Moreover, young strong individuals under five years old who reached low-level rank one were not scarce either; it was possible to find them among hundreds or even thousands.
Calculating this way, there could be nearly ten thousand participants just from Crook Duchy alone.
To stand out among tens of thousands was undoubtedly an incredibly difficult challenge.
With a sigh, Bu shook his head. Fortunately, he had learned Combat Skills now and felt somewhat confident about the Qualification Challenge.
Warren Earl had given him three low-level Level 1 Combat Skills the night before. As for the set of Amplification Equipment from Thorned Heart, it would be delivered to him the day before the Qualification Challenge, allowing him to learn the three skills first.
Bu was too lazy to argue with Warren Earl and excitedly left with the three Skill Books in hand.
Finally, the serf had turned over a new leaf! From now on, he could be considered part of the skilled class. Anyone who displeased him would receive a taste of his newfound power, and his previously dormant Energy Value finally had a purpose.
That night, after acquiring the skills, Bu was so excited that he felt a bit lost, completely shedding the cunning demeanor he had when bargaining with Warren Earl.
After all, he was still a young man just starting out at age zero. Although he was meticulous in thought, there remained a hint of youthful impatience within him.
That evening, Bu decisively began to practice. Yes, practice.
The method of learning skills in the Fran Continent was quite unique; it did not involve a master teaching step by step.
There was no need to learn how to punch or exert force; no need to understand how to wield a sword or ensure that the force and trajectory were correct. The traditional cumbersome practice methods were completely discarded.
Once a learner engaged with a Skill Book, they would enter an enigmatic state of comprehension, awakening the Mental Power imprint left by powerful skill creators. This was akin to directly engraving all insights related to that skill into their mental world.
It was like passing down knowledge; the creator transmitted their experience and understanding of the skill entirely to the learner, allowing them to bypass tedious foundational techniques. It felt as if they had been practicing for years, as if they were possessed by divine inspiration.
Originally a clumsy ox, after learning the movement Combat Skills, once applied, Bu's agility rivaled that of a nimble monkey. Of course, this was an exaggerated comparison.
However, every advantage has its drawbacks; this method of skill acquisition also had its downsides.
Skills are meant for practical use, not merely for observation. If someone used a skill frequently, their understanding of it would naturally far exceed that of an average person. In a duel against a novice who had just learned the skill, they could easily dominate based on their superior knowledge of it.
Moreover, the extent to which one could unleash the power of a skill depended on how well they absorbed the insights conveyed through the Skill Book.
In other words, the strong who create Skill Books pass on their experience and understanding of skills to learners. The extent to which learners can master these skills depends on the strength of their Mental Power.
There is a difference in the strength of Mental Power between a low-level warrior and another low-level warrior.
If they study the same Skill Book, the one with stronger Mental Power will certainly grasp the skill to a greater extent.
Moreover, if a learner's Mental Power exceeds that of the creator of the Skill Book, they will completely master the skill without any difficulty.
Bu's Mental Power is neither high nor low, standing at 14 points.
Of course, this is relative; with 14 points of Mental Power, he is considered outstanding among low-level warriors. Even some low-level mages have just barely crossed over 0 in their Mental Power.
With such decent Mental Power, learning a low-level skill is like a breeze; there is no need to worry about being unable to absorb it or suffering from indigestion.
The three low-level skills are the attack-type Furious Cloud Palm, the movement-type Dragon Step, and the supportive passive skill Fist and Foot Mastery.
What is a passive skill? Most passive skills are supportive in nature, but not all supportive skills are passive. A passive skill provides an amplification effect on a character's abilities at all times without needing to be actively triggered.
For instance, an active attack skill like Furious Cloud Palm can directly increase Bu's attack power by 30% once executed. This means his strength value of 7 points would effectively produce destructive effects equivalent to 5 points.
On the other hand, the passive skill Fist and Foot Mastery does not require any expenditure of Energy Value.
After learning it, the learner becomes akin to an experienced practitioner of punching and kicking techniques, fully understanding muscle exertion techniques and control over their striking power.
Such a person, once they learn combat skills related to punches and kicks, will naturally be stronger than others who are unfamiliar with them, allowing for a more thorough expression of skill power.
Bu moved gracefully in the courtyard, his steps following a seemingly ethereal yet real rhythm. Like a startled swan, elegant as a drifting dragon, his palms coordinated with his movements to launch tight attacks. Shadows of his hands danced throughout the courtyard, and the fierce gusts from his strikes swept up fallen leaves, obscuring the sunlight.
"Ha!"
Suddenly, he shouted loudly, bending at the waist as both palms rose slowly yet swiftly in a circular motion. The surging energy caused even the air to tremble slightly. When the momentum peaked, Bu abruptly thrust his palms forward.
Like a furious dragon roaring, it resembled waves crashing in a sea of clouds. Bu's palms surged like tides in the ocean, one wave after another, tumultuous and overwhelming. In the midst of his changing techniques, even the shadows of his arms vanished, as if shrouded in thick mist, making it impossible to grasp.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The ground around him seemed to be filled with a powerful energy that compressed and shattered it, causing dirt to scatter and dust to rise.
Bu Shuang's hands suddenly halted, drawing an imaginary full moon to his chest. The surrounding overwhelming energy converged into his hands like a whale sucking in water. Suddenly, everything fell silent; Bu's gaze sharpened as he exhaled like an arrow and abruptly thrust both palms outward.
"Thunderous!"
It sounded like thunder erupting from the ground. The concentrated energy in Bu's palms surged forth like raging waves from a stormy sea.
With a loud crash, a row of wooden stakes ahead was shattered and sent flying by this violent wave of energy. Wood chips scattered everywhere, crashing down over ten yards away in disarray.
"Master, using this low-level Level 1 Furious Cloud Palm in your hands could rival Low-Level Combat Skills; you have nearly maximized its power," Locke said with a smile of congratulations as he stood at one side of the courtyard.
Bu slowly exhaled and turned around, shaking his head. "This is largely thanks to my strong Mental Power; I've absorbed enough insights and Experience from the Skill Book.
However, I still sense that this Furious Cloud Palm seems to conceal an even more powerful finishing move. I can only faintly feel it but cannot execute it; perhaps my mastery of the skill is still lacking." Bu said as he took the protective outer garment from Locke's hands and put it on.
Locke lightly nodded and sighed, "Master, you truly have a unique talent. You can even sense the hidden killing moves within skills. For someone like me, whose Mental Power is not exceptional, learning skills means I can only grasp about fifty to sixty percent of their essence. To perceive the killing moves is even more difficult."
Bu sensed Locke's frustration and self-deprecation and immediately walked over, his expression serious. "Locke, as a warrior, do not lose your strong heart.
A warrior walks the path of defiance, fighting tirelessly to strengthen oneself through battle. Always maintain the sharpness to advance; as long as your heart is strong, the world cannot bind your steps."
These words were like a morning bell and evening drum, awakening Locke from his despondency.
Looking at Bu's serious and sincere face, Locke felt a surge of blood rush through him. The ambition that had dimmed was reignited by these words, burning fiercely once again.
"Fight tirelessly to strengthen oneself through battle."
"As long as your heart is strong, the world cannot bind your steps."
At this moment, Locke was filled with Bu's words that resembled a vibrant sunrise, pushing forward with courage. He looked up excitedly and declared loudly, "Yes, Master. I will do it."
Bu Wei smiled and nodded, patting Locke on the shoulder without saying anything further.
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