Chapter 88 Simulating the True Meaning, Copying Ninja Kaka Jing, Shadow Flame Lv2 (4K, Asking for Monthly Tickets)

【Weapon Strike Lv1 (128/300)】

This is a skill that Xue Jing successfully activated one day after he officially started to learn weapon fighting.

He is now well versed in martial arts, so it is natural for him to learn weapon strike by analogy, and he easily reached the activation conditions of the skill.

Xue Jing grasped the long sword in his hand, turned his wrist, and made a knife flower.

This skill also did not bring him any direct weapon skills.

According to Xue Jing's observations over the past two days, [Weapon Strike] brought him a slight improvement in physical fitness, which was not large, probably about the same as [Health Preservation].

The main improvement was the mysterious feeling when he held the weapon.

When holding the sword, he felt that he was a natural swordsman. The sword in his hand was like an extension of his arm, and he felt a light feeling when wielding it.

When the power was poured into the sword, it was also very smooth, without any obstruction.

This made him learn the sword skills at an incredibly fast pace. In just one day, he had a deep understanding of the basics of sword skills and could already use them in actual combat.

"Junior brother, continue?"

Chen Fuguang asked with a smile.

Xue Jing raised the long sword in his hand and nodded, "Continue, Senior Brother Chen."

Because using a sword requires an open space, the two of them were training in actual combat in the training hall.

It was rare for two direct disciples to appear, and they were fighting each other with swords on the ring. Naturally, ordinary disciples gathered around.

"He is the junior brother Xue Jing who was on the news... He looks so awesome."

Someone sighed.

"I came to Canglong Dojo to learn martial arts after reading that news."

"What do you mean by looking so awesome... Can you speak?"

A female disciple rolled her eyes at him.

"Stop talking, the two senior brothers are fighting again!"

On the ring, the sound of ping-pong began to ring.

Xue Jing took a step forward, holding the knife in both hands, and came close to Chen Fuguang, swinging it diagonally upward.

"clang!"

Chen Fuguang just raised his knife and slashed it, and then he displaced the force of Xue Jing's knife to the side, and then turned his wrist and used this force to swing the knife towards Xue Jing.

Xue Jing blinked, forcibly stopped the knife's momentum, and drew his knife back to defend.

The two of them went back and forth, attacking and defending, and the long knives in their hands kept colliding.

"clang!"

Xue Jing raised his knife to parry, and he and Chen Fuguang were in a wrestling match.

"clang clang clang——"

The two long knives trembled slightly in the collision, and Xue Jing's eyes suddenly focused.

"Brother Chen, be careful."

As soon as the voice fell, his pupils turned red, as if stained with blood.

Chen Fuguang was slightly stunned, but found that the long knife in his hand suddenly sank.

"Clang!"

Chen Fuguang took a few steps back involuntarily. Just as he was about to speak, he found that his junior brother had already approached him.

What followed was a terrifying sword curtain like a rainstorm.

Chen Fuguang quickly raised his sword to block, and the sound of metal clashing rang out in the training hall.

The slashes were heavier than the last, and there was no sign of stopping.

In ten seconds, Chen Fuguang was at ease.

After twenty seconds, Chen Fuguang frowned slightly.

After thirty seconds, a serious look appeared in Chen Fuguang's eyes.

He looked at Xue Jing's pupils that were stained with red, and felt a little worried.

'Shura Sword Intention... Master actually taught this to my junior brother? '

"Ka--"

The long sword in Chen Fuguang's hand could not withstand the continuous slashes and broke.

His expression changed slightly, and when he was about to call for a stop, he found that Xue Jing had already drawn his sword and turned around, standing calmly, and the color of his pupils turned back to black.

Chen Fuguang was stunned.

"Junior brother, are you... awake?"

Xue Jing looked at him strangely, "What else?"

Chen Fuguang scratched his head, thought about it, and said with relief:

"It seems that I worry too much..."

Come to think of it, the master is old and shrewd, how could he not consider this.

If the junior brother did not have the ability to control the Shura sword, the master would definitely not pass it on to him.

Chen Fuguang sighed: "Junior brother, you are really a monster... Not to mention your talent in martial arts, even your talent in 'quiet energy' is so outstanding."

"Master said that the killing intent generated by the Shura Sword can be called the ultimate 'dynamic energy', but you can still maintain the 'dynamic and static balance', and you can completely control it while getting the killing intent bonus, and you can control it freely."

"Third senior brother had problems because of contact with the Shura Sword. Now he is still in the inner ring city, following that 'Shura Chen' to cultivate his mind and cultivate his character."

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows.

This is the first time he has heard of this.

"Junior brother, how long have you been exposed to the Shura Sword?"

Chen Fuguang asked.

"Just these two days." Xue Jing said casually.

"Ah?" Chen Fuguang was stunned.

"You learned the Shura Sword in two days?"

His face was full of disbelief.

"This is the first-class martial arts in the old martial arts world..."

Xue Jing shook his head and smiled: "No, Brother Chen, you misunderstood."

"I didn't learn Shura's sword intent, but 'imitated' Shura's sword intent."

Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[You conducted a practical training, military attack experience +88]

[You conducted a practical training, visualization experience +38]

[... Fitness experience +73]

[... Hidden Dragon Power experience +66]

[Visualization Lv5 (688/2000)]

The so-called Shura's sword intent is actually a kind of visualization method, similar to the visualization method of imagining oneself as a dragon in the Hibernating Dragon Technique.

By visualizing a Shura's blade flowing with endless blood, you can keep killing, killing, and killing in the world of corpses and blood in your mind.

In this way, he developed a pure and boundless killing intent. This killing intent, in the martial arts, belongs to the term "moving energy".

Just like an angry person's punch must be heavier than usual, carrying this boundless killing intent, the sword that is slashed out is naturally unstoppable and powerful.

However, in just two days, even if Xue Jing has a panel, it is impossible for him to learn this high-end stuff so quickly.

"I imitated the Shura sword intent that my master once displayed through my imagination."

Xue Jing touched the blade of the long sword in his hand.

The unsharpened blade was already covered with countless gaps, all of which were caused by the fierce slashing just now.

"Imitation... is this okay?" Chen Fuguang's face was full of confusion.

This was beyond his understanding.

Xue Jing smiled.

He didn't know how to explain it.

The skill of [Visualization] is very outrageous.

To put it in an analogy, this skill is like the [Xiao Wuxiang Gong] in Jin Yong's martial arts that can imitate other martial arts.

Xue Jing used the extreme imagination brought by [Visualization] to forcibly imitate the killing intent of Shura Knife.

Of course, it is different from the exaggerated effect of Xiao Wuxiang Gong, which can rival the original martial arts and even surpass the original.

The effect of the Shura Knife imitating [Visualization] is not good, just like a child imitating an adult smoking.

The smoke inhaled only stays in the mouth and does not "pass the lungs".

There is no essence in it, it is just a copycat, and it is completely incomparable with the real Shura Knife.

'I can't imitate the real Shura Knife, not because [Visualization] is not good... but because the level is not enough. '

Xue Jing said to himself.

As the level of visualization increases, his imagination will continue to strengthen.

One day, he will reach a point where he can completely imitate the true meaning of any martial arts with just one glance.

By then, he will be the copy of Ninja Kaka Jing...

"Okay, I'll stop here today. Thank you for your hard work in training with me, Senior Brother Chen."

Xue Jing glanced at the broken long sword in Chen Fuguang's hand and smiled.

"No, I also gained something from sparring with my junior brother."

Chen Fuguang patted Xue Jing on the shoulder.

"...I'm really looking forward to it, junior brother. How far can a genius like you go?"

...

In the afternoon, Xue Jing returned home.

Took out the key to open the door. As soon as he entered the door, Xue Jing smelled the fragrance of food.

He closed the door and walked to the kitchen, where he saw Ning Fengwan busy inside.

"Hmm? Teacher Wan, you can cook?"

Xue Jing couldn't help but smile.

Ning Fengwan scooped a spoonful of the stewed winter melon and pork ribs soup with a small spoon, blew on it, tasted it, and narrowed her narrow eyes, as if she was quite satisfied with the taste.

She looked back at Xue Jing and snorted, "This leader was not brought up in pampered circumstances. You are lucky to have a meal today."

Xue Jing walked behind her, put his arms around her slender waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

The cat ears on Ning Fengwan's head moved, and a barely detectable blush appeared on her cheeks, but she muttered, "Go away, don't make trouble."

[Someone has developed a crush on you, charm experience +19]

Xue Jing glanced at the panel and smiled.

"Just these few dishes? Make more, I'll help you."

Ning Fengwan turned around and gently pushed his chest with her bare hands.

"Enough for you to eat... Hey, go out, I can do it myself."

Xue Jing was pushed out of the kitchen.

He pinched his chin, feeling that the scene was a bit like a newlywed couple.

It's a pity that something was missing.

He turned his head and took a look at Ning Fengwan's clothes.

Light blue T-shirt and silk pajama shorts, simple home clothes, all bought by Xue Jing for her these two days.

She wore an apron in front of her.

Xue Jing felt a little regretful.

I don’t know when I can see the ultimate romance of men - a naked apron...

Several home-cooked dishes were quickly prepared, Xue Jing and Ning Fengwan served the rice and sat at the dining table.

Watching Xue Jing put a piece of fried pork ribs into his mouth, Ning Fengwan raised her eyebrows and said:

"How is it?"

Xue Jing thought: Average.

But he said: "Invincible."

Ning Fengwan nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, Teacher Wan, I'm going to Fengcheng in a few days. Do you want to go with me?"

While eating, Xue Jing spoke.

Ning Fengwan asked in confusion: "What are you going to Fengcheng for?"

Xue Jing thought for a while and said: "Mr. Wu has a mission..."

He told the details of Yuga Suzuka and GOD-519.

After listening, Ning Fengwan nodded.

"If you go to participate in the competition, it's not a big deal. I'll go with you."

As she spoke, her voice suddenly became much softer: "Deepening the integration with Bastet... requires perseverance."

Xue Jing laughed.

Ning Fengwan blushed and said angrily, "What are you laughing at!"

"I'm not laughing at you, I just remembered something happy." Xue Jing said sincerely.

Ning Fengwan glared at him and said, "It's best."

After taking two more bites of rice, Xue Jing said casually, "In addition, I can also meet my sister when I go to Fengcheng this time."

Ning Fengwan's cat ears trembled when she heard this, and she was inexplicably nervous.

Is this... taking her to meet her family?

"Then... do I need to prepare something?"

Ning Fengwan asked nervously.

Xue Jing glanced at her, and after a quick thought, he roughly understood what she was thinking, and said in a gentle tone:

"Don't be nervous, my sister is a silly girl... cough, she is a very easy-going person."

"Well... you should like her."

Ning Fengwan blinked when she heard this, lowered her head and ate the rice in small bites, and hummed softly in an almost inaudible voice.

Quiet like a little wife.

…

At night, in the bed.

Ning Fengwan did not turn back into a cat, but remained in human form, resting her head on Xue Jing's chest.

Her eyes were blurred, she panted slightly, bit her lower lip, and seemed to be enduring something, and her whole body would tremble from time to time.

And Xue Jing…

Xue Jing was playing with Fengwan.

With a sigh after a tense moment.

Xue Jing looked at the panel, which had increased by more than ten points of divinity, and finally broke through a hundred, reaching a hundred and three points.

He lowered his head and whispered in Ning Fengwan's ear:

"Teacher Wan..."

Ning Fengwan lay on Xue Jing's body softly and bonelessly, and a lazy expression like a sage appeared on her pretty face.

Hearing what Xue Jing said in her ear, she moved the corners of her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"This is the last time..."

After that, she turned around and got into the bed, and no one knew what she was doing.

Xue Jing's face showed a sense of comfort. He put one hand behind his head and opened the panel.

"Hiss——"

For some reason, he took a breath.

He didn't know if it was haunted. The quilt suddenly moved up and down. Xue Jing didn't dare to lift it up to see. He could only look at the panel to divert his attention.

[Shadow Flame Lv1 (Divinity required for upgrade: 103/100)]

After hesitating for a while, Xue Jing clicked the upgrade.

[Shadow Flame Lv2 (Divinity required for upgrade: 3/300)]

He stretched out an index finger, and countless black air currents gathered in the dim room.

In silence, a black flame burned quietly on the fingertips.

Xue Jing retracted his finger and let the black flame stay in the air.

Then he mobilized the black flame and let it move back and forth in the air.

"It's smoother to control..."

"Try the distance."

He controlled the black flame and let it fly as far as possible.

It was not until the black flame flew out of the window and approached a place fifteen meters away that Xue Jing felt that he could not control it.

"The free control range has been increased to fifteen meters."

Xue Jing clenched his palms.

The black flame outside the window suddenly exploded and turned into countless small black flames, splashing everywhere.

Then he clenched his palms again.

The scattered small black flames immediately condensed into a ball again.

"It can achieve more refined operations."

"And the most important power..."

Xue Jing thought about it and didn't find anything suitable for testing.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

He shook his head, waved his hand, dispersed the shadow flame, and closed the panel.

I don't know how long it took, Xue Jing suddenly frowned.

Then he mustered up the courage to press down the protruding thing on the quilt that he didn't know if it was a ghost.

A strange sound of "Mmmmm" came from the quilt.

This move seemed to cause great harm to the ghost, causing it to struggle constantly and the quilt to shake constantly.

After a long time, Xue Jing sighed and let go.

A figure jumped out from the quilt and ran to the toilet.

It can be vaguely seen that it seemed to be covering its mouth...

...

(8K update... I'm exhausted.)