Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 4 Combat Techniques: Time Flies

Sweat stains were scattered on the stone floor of the training room, and Wang Yuanyuan's shield hummed as it hit the corner of the wall.

Feng Yao was shirtless, and although he was young, his muscles were already faintly visible.

He flicked the girl's shoulder guard with his finger: "With that shield bash just now, if you had turned your wrist another fifteen degrees, the power could have shattered the opponent's ribs through the shield."

The girl, panting, straightened her posture, her ponytail brushing against her sweaty cheeks.

Feng Yao suddenly lunged forward, his fist flashing across her face like a butterfly flitting through flowers, but stopping three inches before touching her skin.

"Watch it -"

Feng Yao bent his elbow to block her flustered counterattack, and then used his knee to strike her lower abdomen. "In real combat, no one will wait for you to get into position."

Backed against the wall, Wang Yuanyuan suddenly remembered the force-dissipating technique taught by Feng Yao when the shield slipped from her hand. She turned sideways and used her shoulder to deflect his elbow strike.

"You've learned well."

Feng Yao raised an eyebrow, and with a flick of his toe, kicked the shield back into her hand. "Again!"

Amidst the muffled thud of their fists colliding, Ren Wokuang's gruff voice suddenly boomed: "Hey kid! Are you trying to be a teacher?"

Ren Wokuang swaggered in carrying a wine jar, the jade slip hanging from his waist still jingling.

Upon hearing the sound, Feng Yao stopped what he was doing and looked over expressionlessly.

Wang Yuanyuan's cheeks were slightly red, but it was hard to tell when he was sweating or panting.

Ren Wo gulped down a mouthful of wine, looked at Wang Yuanyuan's bright red ears, and laughed: "Little brat, didn't you say you wanted to beat Feng? If you learn from him, do you think you can break through his moves?"

"It's not always like this. Once I awaken my innate spiritual power, it will definitely be possible."

Wang Yuanyuan blushed and retorted, her straightforward nature making it impossible for her to tolerate.

"This is boring." Ren Wokuang was speechless as he looked at the unmoved Feng Yao, then tossed the jade slip from his waist over.

"Old Qiu has given you the key to the resource vault. Just go and get whatever resources you need!"

“Okay.” Feng Yao nodded, then looked at Ren Wokuang: “Uncle Ren, is there something you need?”

"What's wrong?" Ren Wokuang understood the implication in his words.

"If you're free, spar with me. After all, Yuan Yuan is too weak for me right now." Feng Yao twisted his neck, his crimson eyes filled with excitement.

Although he knew that the person in front of him was an eighth-level Battle Emperor, he had no chance of winning.

But when it comes to fighting, why be so calculating?!

After listening, Ren Wokuang suddenly burst into wild laughter, causing stone chips to fall from the training room.

"You little brat! You dare to challenge your Uncle Ren right after awakening?"

He casually tossed the wine jar to Wang Yuanyuan, twirling his greatsword in his palm. "Watch closely, this is how a warrior fights!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed in like a cannonball, his heavy sword whistling as it ripped through the air as it slammed into Feng Yao's face.

Feng Yao's pupils shrank sharply, and the White Tiger's supernatural lock burst forth with light, instantly covering his entire body in silver-gray armor.

He then crossed his arms to block, but was forced back by the immense force, his boots carving two deep furrows in the stone ground.

"Not bad." Ren Wo laughed wildly, and with a flick of his wrist, the greatsword bypassed the armor's defenses like a serpent and slammed heavily onto Feng Yao's shoulder armor.

"But that's not enough! A warrior's weapon is his fist, but his brain is even harder!"

Feng Yao groaned, feeling a burning pain in the muscles under his shoulder armor.

He had never imagined that the power of an eighth-tier Battle Emperor was so terrifying; that attack just now seemed to have crushed his bones.

And this was even with the opponent holding back. "Again!" Ren Wo fiercely pulled back his heavy sword and swept a backhand whip kick towards Feng Yao's lower body.

The boy leaped up with great difficulty, ready to counterattack with a whip kick.

"Take my leg!"

However, Ren Wo Kuang's fist was already aimed at his lower abdomen.

With a muffled thud, Feng Yao flew out like a kite with a broken string, only managing to regain his balance after crashing into the wall.

"Your armor is good," Ren Wokuang said casually, leaning on his heavy sword, "but don't forget, a warrior's foundation is his physical body!"

This kid is truly a genius; his total spiritual power of over 300 almost managed to attack him, an eighth-tier Battle Emperor.

However, it also has drawbacks.
He gestured for Wang Yuanyuan to hand over the wine jar, took a big gulp, and continued, "When you parried just now, the distribution of spiritual energy was uneven, and there was an obvious flaw in your right shoulder armor."

Also, your punches rely too much on the armor's protection and you've forgotten the basic footwork!

As Ren Wokuang spoke, he suddenly spun around on the spot, his greatsword drawing a perfect arc. "Watch closely, this is the 'Whirlwind Step,' a secret technique of the Berserker Hall. It allows you to change your attack angle three times in an instant!"

Feng Yao silently memorized Ren Wo Kuang's actions, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement.

He knew that the seemingly rugged man in front of him was imparting all his knowledge to him.

Wang Yuanyuan, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. She had never imagined that battles could be so unpredictable.

Ren Wo gasped for breath and suddenly tossed the heavy sword to Feng Yao: "Take this! From today onwards, swing it three thousand times every day. Only when it's imbued with your spiritual power will you be considered to have mastered the basics!"

Feng Yao caught the heavy sword, but felt his arm sink and almost lost his grip.

“Remember,” Ren Wo patted his shoulder, “Ninety-nine innate spiritual power is just the beginning. True warriors are forged in blood and fire!”

His gaze shifted to the window, as if he could see a distant battlefield. "The demons won't give you time to grow. They could attack at any moment. You must become stronger as soon as possible, strong enough to protect those you want to protect!"

"Ah."

…………

Six years passed quietly amidst the flames of war on the Holy Demon Continent, at the training grounds of the Warrior Temple.

Feng Yao knelt on one knee, his silver-gray armor now covered in scratches, while Wang Yuanyuan opposite him was crushing the rubble that Feng Yao had just shaken down with his shield.

The girl has now grown into a graceful young woman. Her single ponytail has been replaced by a long braid that reaches her waist. The muscles in her forearms, visible beneath her shoulder guards, are smooth and defined. The battle patterns engraved on the edge of her shield are radiating azure spiritual energy.

"Still holding back?" Wang Yuanyuan suddenly spun around, his shield slashing across the air like a giant axe with a sharp, piercing sound.

Feng Yao flipped over and leaped up, his fist slamming into the shield to forcefully dissipate the force.

"Your shield bash is still the same as always." Feng Yao's toes crushed the stone bricks as he landed, and Wang Yuanyuan's slightly furrowed eyebrows were reflected in his red eyes.

He remembered that six years ago she couldn't even learn how to deflect force, but now she could wield the Giant Spirit Shield with great skill, each block accompanied by a spiritual energy shock, forcing him to continuously circulate the armor's energy.

"Is that so?" Wang Yuanyuan suddenly withdrew her shield and leaped back, her short sword instantly drawn from its sheath.

Feng Yao's pupils shrank sharply—this was the "Illusory Slash" he had taught her last year, but she had modified it into a shield and sword combo attack.

The moment the short sword was unleashed, Ren Wo Kuang's roar suddenly came from the spectator area.

"Good girl! You are indeed exceptionally talented!" Ren Wo Kuang jumped onto the wall with one hand, carrying a heavy sword.

Standing beside him, Qiu Yonghao stroked his beard and looked at the interplay of light and shadow in the arena, laughing, "Young Feng's spiritual power has reached the level of a sixth-tier, third-level Battle Master of five thousand, and Yuan Yuan also has the total spiritual power of a fifth-tier, fourth-level Battle Venerable. It seems that our Warrior Temple might just produce a champion in this competition."

"Hehe, Feng's talent in enhancing his spiritual power through battle is unmatched. This generation is destined to be the era of our Warrior Temple!"

(End of this chapter)