Chapter 7: Early Spirit Realm
“The young master isn’t playing around today, but he is practicing punches instead. How strange.”
“The punches don’t seem to be that impressive; there is no exerted pressure to them. However, it is hard to tell their trajectories due to the indescribable rhythm.”
“This is weird, could the young master’s technique actually be complex? Is it that one couldn’t imitate it even if they tried?”
Some of the servants started to imitate Feng Feiyun’s actions, however, they couldn’t perform the same natural flow. Each time their fist flew out, their whole body wailed in pain; they had no choice but to stop since they didn’t dare risk feeling the pain again.
The nine different fists of Feng Feiyun represented nine different hidden meanings; they looked simple outwardly, but in fact, they were enigmatic. Even if one could imitate the physical action, without being able to imitate the hidden meanings, he would only harm himself.
Feng Suiyu was on top of a balcony on the sixth floor of a distant building; he was watching Feiyun practicing from afar, and his handsome expression became cold. In one hand, there was a book, and the other hand was busy knocking on the balcony’s stand. He was lost in his contemplation.
“Young Master, there is no need to worry; his fist techniques are just monkey plays. There will be no achievements resulting from it.”
An ugly servant standing behind Suiyu smirked.
Suiyu shook his head, and seriously replied:
“They are not normal; something like this isn’t normal. I feel that there is something about him that is very different from before; it makes me uneasy.”
“Hehe, do you want me to go make mincemeat out of him? As to avoid the nightmare of a long night.” [1. Meaning longer the night, longer the nightmare so it is better to cut the sleep short.]
A different servant said.