One hour later.
Inside the body technique area of the teaching building.
Many people on the field stopped their current practice to watch the fierce chase between two people on the stakes.
In the forest of stakes of varying heights, Meng Chuan crouched low, swiftly darting across the stakes.
The airflow formed layers of resistance around him, but was shattered by his strong physique carrying a fierce wind.
He exerted all his strength, chasing the figure in front.
After all, Lu Zhuxiao was a Second Limit powerhouse, his energy vastly surpassing Meng Chuan.
While he easily dodged the pursuit, he instructed loudly with a calm breath:
"Meng Chuan! Don't use your brute force all over!
The essence of the Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada lies in the nimble shedding of the autumn cicada and the unpredictable changes of the eight steps.
Don't make catching me your goal. Carefully comprehend the essentials to truly achieve mastery.
Skill! Damn it, it's skill, not brute force!"