After defeating Wu Li, Zhanbei did not indulge in the joy of victory. Instead, he worked even harder to cultivate himself, eager to make further progress on the path of martial arts.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting a dappled pattern on his body, adding a touch of golden radiance to his resolute face.
Under Yuan Lei's guidance, Zhan Bei's "wind magic leg" skills gradually improved.
The gentle breeze blew, and the leaves rustled softly, as if it were the most melodious piece of music from nature.
He bent his legs slightly and gently moved his hands, adjusting the rhythm of his breathing and body. Then, he leapt suddenly, his legs like sharp blades in a strong wind, cutting through the air and creating a series of whistling sounds.
"Wind Leg Technique emphasizes the perfect combination of speed and strength. You need to focus on feeling the flow of the wind and let your legs dance along with it."
Yuan Lei stood by and gave instructions. His voice was calm and powerful, reaching deep into Zhanbei's heart.
Zhan Bei took a deep breath and calmed down.
"Epiphany" is being triggered again!
At this moment, his mind seemed to be infinitely expanded, and every tiny movement and every rhythm of his breath were clearly presented in his mind.
He constantly adjusted his posture, feeling the force of the wind flowing between his legs. Each kick became more powerful and precise.
"Done!" With a low growl, Zhanbei's legs, like a runaway wild horse, instantly unleashed an astonishing amount of power, tearing the surrounding air to pieces.
At that moment, he seemed to merge with the wind, becoming the most dazzling presence in this night.
"Perfect state!" Yuan Lei's eyes sparkled with surprise. He never expected that Zhanbei could master the "Wind Demon Leg" technique to perfection in such a short period of time.
However, on Zhanbei's face, there wasn't much joy shown; instead, there was a hint of confusion.
"Master Yuan, it seems that I've had another epiphany!" he whispered, his tone tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
When Yuan Lei heard this, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but then he relaxed them.
"Oh? How could that be? Just when I started training as a martial artist, I kept having epiphanies!" He exclaimed in surprise, and at the same time, a sense of confusion arose in his heart. He was well aware of the preciousness and rarity of epiphanies, and he also understood what consecutive epiphanies meant.
"Got it, kid. You must have grasped the 'essence'!" Yuan Lei suddenly had a bright idea in his mind, as if he had found the answer to the question.
"What is the artistic conception?" When Zhanbei heard this, he became even more curious.
"Imagination is something that martial artists can only grasp after reaching the fourth stage. It is a kind of perception and also a gift. Imagination can make your martial skills more agile and more in harmony with the laws of nature." Yuan Lei explained, his voice carrying a touch of awe and longing. "If I'm not mistaken, you should have grasped the 'insight' kind of imagination."
Zhanbei heard this and suddenly understood.
He recalled the process of his training in "Wind Demon Leg Technique". Each moment of enlightenment seemed to deepen his understanding of martial arts even further.
It seemed that a door quietly opened in his heart, allowing him to see a much broader world.
The night was deep and dark, with the sky resembling a huge black velvet, dotted with countless twinkling stars.
The wind, seemingly emerging from nowhere, began to rage across the land. It howled and roared, as if intent on engulfing the entire world.
Zhanbei was lost in his thoughts, mentally planning the journey to Shuo Fang Kingdom that was about to commence.
He was well aware that the "insight" state latent within him was a secret shared by both himself and Yuan Lei, and it was also a great boost for him on his path to becoming a strong person.
However, just as War North was immersed in the joy of about to surpass himself, a faint sense of crisis crept in like an ominous shadow.
He suddenly raised his head and saw a dark figure approaching from a distance at an astonishing speed. That figure seemed to blend seamlessly with the darkness, almost impossible to detect.
"Enemy attack!" Captain Zhan shouted loudly, his legs suddenly exerting great force, and his body shot towards the dark figure as if launched by a bowstring.
However, that dark figure merely sneered and slightly shifted its position, easily evading the fierce attack of Zhan Bei.
He was dressed in a black tunic, with a sinister smile on his face. His voice was hoarse and harsh, like a night crow crying in the darkness.
"You are Zhanbei? Hmph, that's all there is to you." The dark figure sneered.
When Zhanbei heard this, his eyes instantly became sharp. He knew that he was no match for the opponent at this moment, but as a warrior, he would never back down in the face of a powerful enemy.
"Who are you? Why did you come here at such a late hour?" Zhan Bei asked in a stern tone, his voice carrying a hint of determination and resilience.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you must die here today." The dark figure replied coldly.
After saying that, the dark figure suddenly rose again, like a black ghost, rushing towards Zhanbei.
Zhan Bei gave a cold snort, quickly retreated his body, and at the same time kicked his legs out like a gust of wind, attempting to block the opponent's attack.
However, that dark figure was moving so fast that it seemed to be able to predict every move of Zhanbei in advance, causing his attacks to repeatedly fail.
"Your Wind Demon Leg has actually reached the ultimate level. Not bad. But unfortunately, you've encountered me." The dark figure continued to attack while sneering, his tone filled with confidence and arrogance.
Zhanbei's heart sank. He realized that he had encountered a powerful enemy.
That dark figure wore a mask and his identity was unknown. He had been practicing martial arts in the town in silence, and had few enemies. Except for Wu Li, whom he defeated a few days ago.
Observing the movements of the dark figure's martial arts routine, Zhanbei suddenly thought of someone - Zhang Yan, the martial artist from Qingyan Town!
"You are Zhang Yan!" Zhanbei exclaimed in realization. He understood that this must be Zhang Yan coming here to avenge his disciple Wu Li.
Zhang Yan's sneer echoed in the darkness, as if it was a tacit acceptance of Bei's speculation.
"OK, you're smart. That's good. I'm Zhang Yan. Today, I'm here to seek justice for my poor apprentice!"
Zhanbei clenched his fists tightly, a fierce determination welling up within him. He knew very well that in the face of such a powerful enemy, to retreat would only put himself in a more perilous situation.
So, he took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and prepared to face the upcoming battle.
"Zhang Yan, although you have excellent martial skills, that doesn't mean you can act recklessly!"
When Zhang Yan heard this, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
He didn't expect that this man from the north could be so bold as to scold him like that.
He gave a cold snort, his body suddenly surged forward, resembling a fierce beast as it lunged towards Zhanbei.
This time, Zhanbei did not choose to retreat. He moved his body with a swift motion, skillfully dodging Zhang Yan's attack, and then took the opportunity to counterattack.
His boxing techniques were powerful and forceful. Each punch seemed to carry a tremendous amount of strength, forcing Zhang Yan to take it seriously.
The two of them exchanged blows, their fists creating a whistling sound as they moved in the darkness, weaving together a series of brilliant trajectories.