"Wind God Step, Perfection."
Fang Han came to a halt in the center of the Cultivation Room, a flash of delight vanishing deep within his eyes.
He stood with his hands behind his back, carefully savoring the changes brought by his breakthrough.
His speed was now several times faster than it had been at the Great Success stage.
This swiftness wasn't just about straight-line sprints. It was an ethereal agility, a sense of merging with the wind and becoming one with the world.
He could change direction without a hint of sluggishness and move without a sound.
It was as if he were no longer a man, but a wisp of free-blowing wind.
'Martial Artists often treat Body Techniques as supplementary, not investing much effort in them,'
Fang Han mused to himself, the faintest hint of a smile gracing his lips.
With the speed of his perfected Wind God Step, he was confident that even Third Breakthrough Martial Artists would struggle to surpass him in a Body Technique.
