A flurry of palm strikes came down in quick succession. The sound wave attacks had completely lost their effect.
Feng Xue was also forced to retreat into the air, and within moments, she was driven right off the training platform. She hovered midair, eyes wide with astonishment. The way she looked at Song Wanníng was as if she had just discovered a priceless treasure.
"Wanníng, you… you're an absolute monster!"
Shattering the strike of a Void Refinement peak cultivator with a single palm… If she fought with all her strength, wouldn't she even stand a chance against someone in the Out-of-Body stage?And she was only at mid-stage Void Refinement now. What would happen once she reached her full potential?
Song Wanníng's lips curved into a faint smile at the praise. She wasn't the type to be humble, nor was she good at pretending otherwise. She accepted the compliment without hesitation.
"Hah, looks like it's my turn!"
Qin Ming stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves, eager to test himself.
"I could tell you weren't satisfied earlier. Go ahead and hit me however you like. As long as you're enjoying yourself, that's fine by me!"
It was clear to him now—Wanníng just wanted to practice her hand-to-hand combat.
"Perfect timing. I've trained in body refinement too, and I've made some decent progress. Let's have ourselves a good fight today!"
Qin Ming gave a smug look to the two weaker junior disciples, puffed out his chest, and strode confidently onto the training platform.
The moment Song Wanníng saw her Second Martial Uncle, she almost laughed. No wonder Master said he was unreliable—he truly was.
Since he said so himself, she wasn't going to hold back. Right now, she was itching for a proper fight. A flicker of amusement flashed in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Since Martial Uncle says so, I will naturally give it my all."
"Good!"
Qin Ming shouted, sinking his qi into his dantian. His skin rapidly turned golden, and a surge of energy radiated outward from his body. His frame seemed to grow taller and more imposing.
Song Wanníng's expression sharpened, and with a flash, she lunged at him.
Boom!
Her palm strike was caught mid-swing by Qin Ming.
Without hesitation, she raised her leg and swept it toward him.
"Hmph!"
Qin Ming snorted, lifting his own leg to meet her. Their shins collided with a resounding impact that sent the grass and trees around them swaying wildly from the shockwave.
Both of them staggered back a few steps.
"Again!"
Qin Ming roared.
Song Wanníng had a rough sense of his body's durability now, so she no longer held back. With a thought, she concentrated the strange energy flowing through her bones into her right leg.
She darted forward and swept her right leg at him again.
Qin Ming caught the movement and repeated his earlier move, swinging his leg up to meet hers.
This time, there was no thunderous boom—only a sharp crack.
Crack!
A jolt of searing pain shot through Qin Ming's body, making him shudder involuntarily. Before he could react, Song Wanníng's next kick came flying in.
Instinctively, he raised his palm to block, but a force far beyond what he could resist crashed into him. The next instant, he was sent flying backward and slammed heavily into the ground.
Qin Ming: "…"
How could two kicks that looked the same differ so greatly in power?
But as a Senior Brother, he couldn't lose face.
Biting back the pain, he scrambled to his feet and limped toward her again.
Song Wanníng moved with unhurried precision, manipulating the strange energy in her bones to shift positions at will. Every strike landed exactly where Qin Ming least expected it.
At first, he could still block a few moves. Before long, he was completely at her mercy.
"Ah—!"
The sound of miserable cries began to echo from the training platform.
At first, Qin Ming had simply planned to be a sparring partner, to play around with her. But as the beating went on, his competitive spirit was fully ignited. He forgot all about his original intention and went head-to-head with Song Wanníng. It didn't last long before another pained scream rang out.
The service disciples of Zhuiyun Peak flinched at the noise, eyes wide as they stared at the platform in disbelief.
Feng Xue and Cang Yang stood to the side, shivering at the sight of Qin Ming's condition.
So at the start, Song Wanníng had actually been holding back.
"This is bad for Senior Brother. If he surrenders, it's embarrassing. If he doesn't, it'll be even worse…"
Feng Xue looked gleeful. Qin Ming loved his pride more than anything—he was probably regretting this already.
Cang Yang's lips twitched, his own injuries seeming to ache more as he watched. This girl's strikes were truly vicious. The brighter her smile, the harsher her blows became.
The screams went on for several minutes before Qin Ming finally couldn't keep up the act. Pride be damned—Feng Xue and the others had been beaten too.
"Stop, stop, stop! I give up, I give up!"
As a Martial Uncle, he had promised to be her sparring partner, so he hadn't dared to use his full cultivation to defend. Any longer, and this really might cost him his life. The moment he yielded, he staggered off the platform, wincing and sucking in cold breaths.
Feng Xue couldn't hold back a laugh, only to be met with a fierce glare. "Second Senior Brother, didn't you say you'd go easy on her? Because I didn't see you holding back at all."
Cang Yang's face darkened. He couldn't resist chiming in, "Does someone like her even need us to go easy?"
Qin Ming coughed hard, his face flushing red. He hadn't expected his little martial niece to be such a monster. Though they tried to keep their expressions neutral, all three looked at Song Wanníng the same way now. This was true genius.
When Master came out of seclusion, he'd definitely be overjoyed to see her.
This was like finding a treasure without even trying.
"Thank you for your time, Martial Uncles!"
Song Wanníng had thoroughly enjoyed herself. Her fists were scraped raw, but compared to Qin Ming's multiple fractures, it was nothing. Now she understood her own physique better—it was perfect for catching an opponent off guard and striking from unexpected angles.
"No trouble at all!"
They had already each taken a healing pill and would recover soon enough.
Qin Ming, still trying to salvage some dignity, said, "If you ever want to spar again, just come find me. I'll always be up for it."
Feng Xue and Cang Yang instantly looked at him with admiration.
Qin Ming straightened his back, feeling his image rise—only for Song Wanníng to respond, eyes bright with excitement, "That's great! I'll come bother you again tomorrow, Martial Uncle!"
Qin Ming: "…"
"I'll go see Master now. See you tomorrow at the training platform!"
Before he could object, she gave a polite bow and ran off, so quickly it was as if she feared he might change his mind.
Within moments, she was gone.
Qin Ming stood frozen, despair written all over his face.
"Pfft! Second Senior Brother, you really sacrificed yourself for our martial nephew. When Master comes out, he'll definitely praise you for it."
Feng Xue, still gloating, strolled away leisurely. She had noticed that Song Wanníng had spared her earlier. Clearly, her martial nephew liked her best.
Cang Yang added, "If it gets too bad, maybe you should raise your cultivation a little before sparring with her again…"
At the very least, it wouldn't be such a one-sided loss. He might be slow, but he knew well enough never to volunteer to be Song Wanníng's training partner again.
With that, he left too.
Only Qin Ming remained, standing in the wind, utterly defeated.
"Ancestor… you're really coming tomorrow?!"