From the beginning, with the high-paying recruitment and the grand ambition to reform the landscape of the Martial Arts world.
To now, only left with feeding moves to the Hai Family, understanding the Believersâ techniques and power, and nurturing younger generations, Coach Ma has had his ups and downs and experienced a lot.
So although he wouldnât show it on his face at this moment, his simulation of the Believersâ techniques was absolutely precise.
"Can you just stop bothering me? Just train following the trajectory of my Qi Shield. Once you can do it, it will definitely be a Spirit Shield. Did you feel the entire process of my Qi Shield going through its cycles earlier?"
There was some feeling.
But it only retained some memory points; itâs hard to say there was any profound understanding.
"How about... Coach Ma, can you do it one more time?"
Just as the words left the mouth, they were met with a glare from Coach Ma.
Fang Yu decisively began silently releasing the power of the Spirit.
This time, with Coach Maâs guidance, Fang Yu released a large amount of Spiritâs power.
The rolling blood-colored steam continuously emanated from Fang Yuâs body, enveloping him within.
When Fang Yu felt he had released enough, he suddenly heard Coach Ma shout.
"Donât stop! Keep releasing!"
"But..."
"Continue!"
Fang Yu was somewhat frustrated, sensing that this amount was nearing his limit. Beyond this, he might not be able to control it.
But out of trust in Coach Ma, Fang Yu gritted his teeth and continued to release more blood-colored steam.
Quickly, the pervasive blood-colored steam enveloped both Fang Yu and Coach Ma, with some even drifting away with the wind.
[System Prompt: Erosion Level increased by 1%!]
The system prompt suddenly sounded, making Fang Yuâs heart skip a beat.
Instinctively, he stopped his actions, but Coach Maâs stern voice rebuked him.
"Donât stop! Continue!"
Keep going?
Even when it has already reached an Erosion Level...
Doubt flickered in Fang Yuâs heart, but he quickly gritted his teeth and continued releasing blood-colored steam.
As the system prompt sounded for the second time, Coach Ma suddenly yelled sternly.
"Start compressing now!"
[System Prompt: Erosion Level increased by 1%!]
"Imagine the Spiritâs power as a massive sponge, your Qi... no, your spiritual power, as a pair of invisible hands, using spiritual power to control and continuously compress the Spiritâs power inwardly..."
Under Coach Maâs guidance, Fang Yu immediately complied. Initially dispersing freely, the blood-colored steam quickly seemed to be caught by some kind of force, slowly compressing inward.
Due to a lack of skill, much of the blood-colored steam escaped from the gaps in Fang Yuâs control, diffusing and vanishing outside, but the majority remained under control.
Continuously compressing, compressing, until there was about a fistâs distance from the body surface, Fang Yu had already lost more than half of the blood-colored steam.
Moreover, after reaching this distance, Fang Yu realized that the deeper he compressed, the faster the blood-colored steam dissipated.
Preliminary estimates indicated that compressing the remaining steam to be close to the body surface, maintaining a thin layer, might cost half of the steam.
All in all, the utilization of the blood-colored steam was incredibly low.
"Donât stop!"
Coach Ma urged again, and Fang Yu gritted his teeth, continuing to compress.
Just as he expected, the closer it got, the more difficult it became. At this distance, he had to compress the steam around him into a thin shielding layer. This kind of process, like gravitational compression, would cause the uncontrolled steam to leak and scatter and needed to be compressed inward bit by bit.
About two minutes later, Fang Yu, dripping with sweat, managed to complete the compression successfully.
By this point, after wasting nearly two-thirds of the steam, Fang Yu had finally completed his first Spirit Shield!
Several mishaps occurred in between; if not for Coach Maâs real-time guidance nearby, Fang Yu wouldnât know how many times he would have failed.
Looking at the dense Spirit Shield on his body surface, as sturdy as a mirror yet parts of the surface were uneven, not quite a perfect oval, Fang Yu smiled.
This is... my Spirit Shield!
The first Spirit Shield I successfully constructed!
As Fang Yu was still immersed in his success, a malicious smile suddenly appeared in front of him.
Fang Yuâs expression changed on the spot.
"Ma, Ma..."
Sss.
A finger poked.
A slight pause.
The Spirit Shield, leaked.
Sssssssssâ
Like a deflating balloon, the Spirit Shield deformed dramatically, expanding, and a large amount of blood-colored steam crazily leaked out from the punctured hole.
In almost the blink of an eye, the barely stable Spirit Shield collapsed, deformed, and deflated, losing its shape, and completely shattered.
As the Spirit Shield shattered, Fang Yu immediately felt a sharp pain in his brain!
As if an iron needle had been stabbed into his brain, the pain caused Fang Yu to frown deeply.
This sensation persisted, with the initial stabbing pain being the most severe, calming somewhat afterward but still having lingering effects.
Fang Yu raised his hand to clutch his head, frowning at the person in front of him.
"Coach Ma, this is..."
"The mental backlash after the Spirit Shield shatters. This is an inevitable road for every Believer. Many Believers even learn first how to endure this mental pain before learning the Spirit Shield. Only by withstanding this mental pain and quickly re-establishing the Spirit Shield can Believers maintain their continuous combat capability. Otherwise, once the Spirit Shield shatters, the Believer merely becomes a helpless sheep to the slaughter."
After a pause, Coach Ma continued, "Although thatâs the way itâs said, in truth, those who can shatter a Believerâs Spirit Shield generally wonât give them a second chance to open a shield."