Chapter 82: One word, do it
"Child, don't use your eyes. To block the attacks I launch with my footwork, relying solely on your eyes is useless. I know your eyes have special Spirit Abilities, but they are useless against me.
The way of the stick cannot be clearly seen with just the eyes. Eyes are merely an aid. True Grandmasters of the stick use feeling, listen with their ears, and sense with their hearts.
Feel the varying speed of the wind around your body, feel the intensity of every wisp of breeze that brushes past your body, feel the attacks your enemy unleashes, whether you need to dodge or defend, or even advance to retreat..."
Listening to Panlong Douluo's voice, Sun Yu pondered.
After a brief silence, Sun Yu began to understand the meaning behind Panlong Douluo's words.
Immediately, Sun Yu slowly closed his eyes.
He carefully felt the changes in the stick wind around him.
"Whoosh!!"
The next moment, Sun Yu felt the wind speed and airflow on his left side seem to quicken significantly.
"Bang!!"
He then instinctively swung his stick to block at the spot where the airflow had become much faster!
Soon, with a crisp sound, Sun Yu actually blocked Panlong Douluo's strike.
Seeing this, Panlong Douluo's face flashed with a hint of surprise, while also marveling at Sun Yu's exceptionally high comprehension.
'Grandmaster, thank you…'
After taking a deep breath, Sun Yu looked at his Grandmaster with a face full of pleasant surprise.
Just that brief moment had given Sun Yu a deeper understanding of stick techniques.
Looking at Sun Yu's expression, Panlong Douluo spoke with a gentle smile.
"This is all your own fortune. In cultivation, all I can do is guide you through the door. As for how to cultivate, everything depends entirely on you. Fortunately, your talent is excellent; you actually comprehended the ability to feel in such a short time. This is something I hadn't expected.
Child, what you need to do next is to remember that feeling, adapt to that feeling, and become proficient with that feeling. When you can practice this feeling until it's as natural as eating and drinking.
You can then try to do the opposite, start using feeling to deceive others' sensory abilities, thereby attacking others. When you can also use feeling to attack, then congratulations, you have already developed your own footwork…"
Listening to Panlong Douluo's words, Sun Yu, who was still carefully experiencing that wonderful sensation, froze.
He asked with a puzzled expression.
"My own footwork?! Grandmaster, could it be that the footwork you just mentioned was all self-comprehended?"
"Of course. There are significant differences in individual characteristics. Some people are extroverted, some are introverted; some are timid, some are bold; some fear death, some are fearless. Therefore, in terms of footwork, everyone also has considerable differences.
Correspondingly, through a person's footwork, you can also discern their personality and combat style. But be careful, others might also use this to deceive you, so you need to be extra cautious and observant…"
Listening to Panlong Douluo's explanation, Sun Yu felt increasingly as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Then, Grandmaster, does your footwork have a name?"
"My footwork's name? It's called Panlong Steps. Stepping like a coiled dragon, the stick wind is fierce. When the stance is taken, no opponent of the same rank can stand against it!"
Panlong Douluo stroked his beard with a proud expression.
And listening to Panlong Douluo's words, Sun Yu became very much looking forward to what kind of footwork he would comprehend.
In the time that followed, Sun Yu once again began a new round of sparring with Panlong Douluo.
However, this time, it was completely different from the beginning.
Sun Yu no longer delivered heavy, wide-open strikes as he did initially.
Instead, he began to conceal all heavy blows in the shadows.
They became less easily detectable, more profound and restrained, ethereal and elusive.
And when Panlong Douluo saw that Sun Yu's attack methods had also changed, no longer being easily discernible after a single observation as before, his face showed increasing satisfaction.
By this point, Sun Yu's perception of airflow and wind also became increasingly profound and deep with the passage of time.
The next day, in order to better practice his footwork, Sun Yu had planned to spend an hour training in the agility-attack system Spirit Master's simulated training ground after lunch.
Most of the simulated training grounds used by agility-attack system Spirit Masters involve dodging projectiles using speed.
Since it involves dodging projectiles, it is naturally very suitable for Sun Yu to train his footwork.
However, just as Sun Yu finished eating and was about to go to the agility-attack system's simulated training ground for practice, he saw three figures directly surround him as he was about to get up and leave.
Sun Yu looked up, and after glancing at them, he realized that the newcomers were Zhan Yun, whose arm he had dislocated yesterday, and two other individuals.
They seemed to be his subordinates or something similar…
And because it was currently mealtime, many people noticed this scene.
Upon seeing that yesterday's conflict had a sequel today, they all began to speculate about the final outcome.
"Oh, I think that kid is finished… Zhan Yun has three Spirit Elders on his side, and he's just a Spirit Grandmaster. Even if they don't use their spirit rings and Spirits, how can he beat three Spirit Elders?!"
"This Zhan Yun is really petty; he's taking on a junior with such seriousness, and even outnumbering him…"
Zhan Yun paid no attention to the surrounding whispers. He looked at Sun Yu, who was now completely surrounded by them, and a triumphant sneer appeared on his face.
"Kid, if you don't want to be crippled by us, obediently kneel down and apologize to me, and then let me break all your limbs. Otherwise, hmph hmph…"
Listening to Zhan Yun's words, Sun Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes coldly fixed on Zhan Yun.
Although he didn't speak, anyone could see the increasingly icy look in Sun Yu's eyes.
Looking at Sun Yu's gaze, Zhan Yun couldn't help but feel a chill. Just as he was about to continue his threats, Zhan Yun felt a sharp pain in his stomach!
"Bang!!"
Without any hesitation or delay, Sun Yu didn't even utter a few harsh words before directly kicking Zhan Yun, who had a sneer on his face, flying.
Since they were here to cause trouble, there was no point in saying more. One word: Do it!
"Boom!!"
After being kicked away, Zhan Yun's sturdy body slammed heavily into a recycling bin full of leftover food.
The recycling bin, unstable, then crashed down heavily in Zhan Yun's direction.
"Whoa!!"
"Pfft!"
Zhan Yun, who hadn't had time to react, watched helplessly as the recycling bin full of leftovers crashed down on him.
"Ah!!!"
The recycling bin itself didn't hurt much when it fell, but the abundant leftover food was now spilled all over Zhan Yun's body.
Especially since Zhan Yun was lying face up, he received a complete baptism of leftover food…
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