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Date: October 7th
Four fallen autumn leaves, after being illuminated by Silver Light, naturally split into eight pieces. Among these eight, two pairs corresponded to the original four, horizontally dividing the already thin leaf surface into two sheets.
Ordinary people might find it difficult to discern this, perhaps not even realizing that there were originally only four fallen leaves. However, Yang Xiaoyou's keen eyesight allowed her to perceive the intricacies involved—technique, speed, strength, and a calm mind were all essential.
"Lin, your swordsmanship seems to have improved again." As she approached the now tranquil figure, Yang Xiaoyou remarked.
The method of cultivating one's energy was taught to her by Feng Lin, so she could sense the changes in her companion. However, at this point, Feng Lin's physical improvement had slowed considerably; over the past half month, it was more about breakthroughs in her mental state.
"You have surpassed me," Feng Lin replied flatly after glancing at Yang Xiaoyou while she sheathed her sword.
Hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou did not deny it. Compared to the past month and a half, aside from the expansion of her own Aspects, her abilities had steadily increased as well.
After several battles and a clash with Luo Guohui's persona, both her physical prowess and mental Aspects had shown significant improvement. If it weren't for the injury to her Left Arm that sometimes hindered her full expression of power, she might have progressed even further.
Even now, with Cognitive Acceleration under active control—thanks to the time spent relaxing and elevating herself with her parents—she had achieved a fourfold acceleration. This aspect of Cognitive Acceleration was different from regular training; it wasn't merely about physical exercise but rather an elevation of spirit and realm. Successfully suppressing her memory persona likely played a significant role in this.
However, at present, Limit Release seemed unable to keep pace with this speed. Nonetheless, it was certain that her overall combat effectiveness had improved.
For ordinary martial artists, blocking attacks relies heavily on intuition and rhythm. If one waits for Glasses to capture an opponent's attack before reacting, it is usually too late. The significant enhancement of perception undoubtedly boosted this aspect.
The next step would be for her persona to begin engaging with "Momentum," a realm of mental prowess.
While there are some examples of strong individuals without "Momentum" defeating those who possess it, such cases are rare. Those with "Momentum" are not necessarily combat experts; anyone who reaches the pinnacle in their respective Aspects—such as Mo Wenfu's tactical analysis or certain powerful warlords and politicians, masters of Go or chess, and experts in law or painting—can also harness it. Moreover, some combat teams may not exhibit "Momentum" individually but can radiate it collectively, like Ming Mei Shuang Ying.
In contrast, non-combatants often cannot utilize their "Momentum" as effectively as fighters do; they tend to emit it unconsciously.
Although I had taken a step forward and walked quite a distance, it did not provide much help for the path I was slowly beginning to walk now.
In my memories, I was an enemy to the world, constantly fighting amidst the flames of war. The deaths of those closest to me led to my state at that time—a force characterized by slaughter, revenge, and a chilling silence.
Now, I clearly had no conditions to walk such a path, nor did I wish to have them. "We haven't sparred before; how about we give it a try?" Looking at the girl before me, who seemed almost otherworldly, Yang Xiaoyou raised an eyebrow. Although I still couldn't compare to Feng Lin, gaining more understanding of her abilities would certainly be beneficial for me.
"Hiss, I really didn't know what it meant to be soft-handed," Yang Xiaoyou said as he twisted his neck while eating a rice ball. Coming down from Monsoon Shrine, he couldn't help but feel sore all over, as if he were about to fall apart.
Last evening, after sparring with Feng Lin, I ended up lying in the shrine until this morning. However, the effects of such intense training were quite evident.
Compared to Luo Guohui's relentless and regretless force, Feng Lin's presence was filled with an ethereal quality, reminiscent of autumn winds and flowing water—imbued with a sense of detachment from worldly affairs.
At the same time, I wasn't sure if it was due to my suppression of my memory persona or some other reason, but facing Feng Lin's demeanor—one that was not inferior to Luo Guohui's—I found that my memory persona did not become overly excited again. This alleviated much of Yang Xiaoyou's worries; if I were to encounter someone with peak abilities and lost control, it would pose significant uncertainties for my future identity concealment.
Today, I had made plans with Chen Hao to visit Qi Menglu's dojo. Feng Lin usually helped her grandfather manage the shrine during her free time, so she didn't come along this time. Otherwise, it would have surely been quite interesting.
The Tangquan Dojo where Qi Menglu trained had only recently opened. However, due to its resident Black Belt Seventh Dan master, it had gained immense popularity in Z City. Especially after their dojo master visited several renowned dojos for "consultation," their reputation grew even larger.
The Tangquan style already had a good reputation, and with the dojo master's genuine skills, it sparked a wave of interest in Z City. Many students from other styles flocked here.
When Yang Xiaoyou arrived at the Golden Dragon Taekwondo Dojo, the scale of the banners at the entrance and the students entering with association-branded backpacks left a deep impression on him. It was remarkable that such a newly opened dojo could attract such bustling business; this indeed testified to its fame.
"Hey, you don't look too well," Chen Hao's cheerful and handsome figure appeared in Yang Xiaoyou's line of sight after he waited for a while.
Tall and handsome, coupled with his protective glasses, he exuded an air of elegance that caught the attention of many nearby girls.
In contrast, Yang Xiaoyou didn’t attract as much attention—not because he was significantly less appealing than Chen Hao—but rather because he leaned towards a more delicate appearance. His introverted nature and unremarkable clothing style didn't leave a strong first impression; however, he possessed a certain charm that grew on you over time.
"Yeah, I know it's a bit intimidating to come here for a challenge," Yang Xiaoyou said, rolling his eyes at the other person. He felt a bit annoyed; Chen Hao was great in many ways, but his overly polite attitude towards his close friends made him feel somewhat strange.
"I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to check out Menglu's learning environment. To be honest, this basic teaching of the martial arts has limited practical combat skills. I would prefer her to learn Uncle Qi's fighting techniques," Chen Hao replied as he stepped in front of Yang Xiaoyou, adjusting his glasses and smiling.
Yang Xiaoyou initially thought it would be fine as long as that girl was happy, no matter what she learned. However, facing Chen Hao, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Being on the same side as Qi Menglu might feel a bit peculiar for Chen Hao.
"Anyway, my combat ability is limited. You have to cover for me when we go in," Yang Xiaoyou mumbled before walking alongside Chen Hao towards the entrance of the Association.
"Hello, gentlemen. If you need a tour, please change your shoes over here. If you want to register, please consult at the front desk," a woman dressed in white dojo attire and with a charming appearance greeted them with a sweet smile as they entered.
It was hard to tell if it was Chen Hao's looks that enhanced her attitude or if it was simply the Association's standards, but her demeanor made it easy for people to develop a fondness for this dojo.
"Thank you! We just want to take a look around. Our friend is training here, and we want to see how she's doing before making any decisions," Chen Hao said with a warm smile, which combined with his appearance had quite an impact on the woman.
At least the beautiful Welcoming Beauty in front of them seemed momentarily taken aback. However, before she could speak, another voice came from the side, sounding somewhat disdainful. "You want to see how she's training before deciding? Our registration for the next few sessions is already full. Even if you want to join now, we might not accept you. Right now, we are choosing our students, not the other way around. Please know your place."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man wearing dojo attire who looked slightly less impressive than Chen Hao approached them. His eyes were filled with pride and contempt. Unlike most students wearing dojo uniforms with red belts tied around their waists, his belt was black.
In other martial arts dojos, that might be a custom-made belt awarded by the dojo itself, but at Golden Dragon Dojo, the standards for such assessments were extremely strict!
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