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Consider it... a chance to relive my cultivation journey from back then.
Su Xin shook his head helplessly, then with a thought, he put away the incomparably majestic "Black Dragon Heaven" martial spirit behind him.
This thing makes too much noise; it's best to keep it out of the way.
Then I looked out the window and saw that the eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Judging by the time, there is less than an hour left until dawn.
"They don't even give us a chance to catch our breath..."
Su Xin rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat tired.
First, he fought a fierce battle with Tang Hao, that madman. Although he won, the cost of his life was enormous.
He then awakened his second martial soul, and just suppressing that strange phenomenon almost drained him dry.
He didn't even close his eyes after a whole night of this.
Now, for this damn task, I have to drag my tired body to the playground to "exercise".
"Sigh, I'll endure it for the sake of the immortal herb."
Su Xin sighed, got out of bed, pushed open the door, and walked towards the small playground in the academy.
The cool night breeze invigorated Su Xin.
As he passed by the boys' dormitory, he could still hear Dai Mubai and others making noise inside, as well as Xiaowu's low sobs.
He paused for a moment, then a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
That little bastard is probably grieving over his father's death.
Su Xin ignored the joys and sorrows of these kids and walked straight through the dormitory area to the empty playground.
The playground of Slake Academy is actually just an open space in the village, with a bumpy surface and not even a decent running track.
Su Xin stood in the center of the playground, feeling the morning air, but his thoughts couldn't help but drift back to a few hours earlier.
That earth-shattering battle with Tang Hao.
"Exercise, huh..."
A glint of light flashed in Su Xin's eyes.
"Since it's for exercise, we should find something meaningful to do."
"Tang Hao's Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique, and the Nine Secrets of Heaven... seem to be pretty good training methods."
The playground was silent in the early morning.
Su Xin stood alone in the center of the open space, his eyes closed.
He didn't start running or do any warm-up exercises like most people would.
He stood ramrod straight, like a javelin, motionless.
But in his mind, an earth-shattering battle was replaying itself in slow motion, over and over again.
The protagonist is none other than Tang Hao, the very same Sunflower Fighter who has been reduced to ashes by him.
Tang Hao held the Heavenly Hammer, each swing, each charge, and every subtle body movement.
All of these were clearly captured, analyzed, and deconstructed by Su Xin's mental power.
Especially that infamous "Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique" that shook the entire continent.
With each hammer blow, the power accumulated, and the momentum surged higher and higher.
It appears chaotic, but it actually contains a unique technique and rhythm for exerting force.
By perfectly channeling the power of each swing into the next, a terrifying power that increases exponentially can be unleashed.
“Interesting…” A smile of interest appeared on Su Xin’s lips.
Although he crushed Tang Hao with his absolute strength.
But this does not mean that Tang Hao's combat skills are useless.
On the contrary, this chaotic fart hammer technique has reached an extremely high level in terms of the application and superposition of power.
If one could incorporate the essence of this hammer technique into their own swordsmanship...
Thinking of this, Su Xin felt a surge of excitement.
He then slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and then clenched them tightly.
It was as if he was holding an invisible heavy hammer in his hand.
He began to imitate Tang Hao's movements in his mind, slowly waving his arms.
No soul power, no skills.
He was simply feeling it, experiencing that unique way of exerting force.
The waist rotates, which in turn moves the shoulders, which in turn move the upper arms, and the upper arms then transfer the power to the forearms and wrists.
At this moment, all the strength in his body seemed to be twisted into a rope, flowing through his arm and outwards.
A silent swing in the air created a slight gust of wind.
Su Xin frowned.
He merely imitated Tang Hao's movements, but failed to grasp their essence.
The forces are too scattered and not cohesive enough.
Moreover, his soul power could not be perfectly combined with the hammer technique like Tang Hao's.
"My cultivation technique is the Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art, and its internal energy attribute is biased towards yin and cold, and strange."
"The Chaotic Fart Hammering Technique emphasizes large, sweeping movements, and is fierce and domineering."
"There seems to be some conflict between the two."
Su Xin stopped what he was doing and began to ponder.
He was not discouraged by this. The path of martial arts is inherently about drawing on diverse sources and learning from various strengths.
What he needs to do is not to copy it wholesale, but to extract its essence, discard its dross, and ultimately make it his own.
Su Xin closed his eyes again.
This time, he began to try to circulate the inner power of the Nine Nether Profound Heaven within his body according to the unique rhythm of the Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique.
Once, twice, three times...
At first, the circulation of his internal energy was quite clumsy, and even caused some conflicts in his meridians, making him feel a series of stinging pains.
But Su Xin didn't care at all, and continued to try patiently again and again.
With his powerful mental strength at the level of a titled Douluo and absolute control over his body, he was able to achieve great success.
He quickly figured out the trick.
Under his guidance, the originally cold and eerie Nine Netherworld internal energy began to become thicker and more solid.
It's like a swiftly flowing stream that has been forcibly transformed into a torrent capable of destroying everything!
"That's what it feels like!"
Su Xin's eyes snapped open, a glint of light flashing within them!
He swung his arm again!
This time, he didn't just swing his arms in the air; instead, he poured the extremely refined Nine Netherworld Inner Force into his arm!
It was just another seemingly ordinary punch thrown.
But this time, a muffled explosion rang out in the air!
It was as if the air itself had been shattered by that punch!
A visible shockwave emanated from his fist and spread outwards in all directions!
A satisfied smile appeared on Su Xin's face.
Although it was only the first step, he had already successfully integrated the power generation techniques of the Chaotic Farting Hammer Technique with his own internal energy cultivation method.
Next, it's about constant practice and familiarization until it becomes second nature.
Thus, a strange scene appeared on the simple playground of Slake Academy.
A handsome young man with silver hair and dressed in black was solemnly and deliberately waving his fist at the air.
His movements were not fast; in fact, they could be described as somewhat slow.
But each punch brought with it a dull thud and a ripple of air.
He kept repeating it tirelessly, over and over again.
The sky gradually brightened.
The door to the boys' dormitory creaked open.
With his fiery red hair resembling a phoenix, Ma Hongjun yawned and walked out, still half asleep.
As he walked, he rubbed his eyes, muttering, "I'm so suffocated! It's so early in the morning, and Boss Dai and his gang are really making a ruckus..."
He was just about to find a corner to take care of his personal business when, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of a figure on the playground.
Ma Hongjun forced back his yawn, which was only halfway through.
He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look.
"Isn't that...Teacher Su?"
He looked surprised.
"What is Teacher Su doing so early in the morning? Practicing boxing? That posture is so weird!"
Ma Hongjun took a few more curious glances.
Su Xin's movements were unlike any boxing style he had ever seen before; instead, they looked like... doing calisthenics?
It was methodical and slow, appearing completely powerless.
"Tch, so it turns out it's just for exercise."