Chapter 520: Spirit‑Control Technique

The so‑called Spirit‑Control Technique is, in fact, a method devised by observing the movement patterns of Spirit Beasts, then comprehending and learning, thereby creating one's own technique.

For example, by observing the posture and wing‑flapping rhythm of the Great Roc, a cultivator can attain speed and agility akin to that of a Great Roc in flight.

Observing a ferocious tiger's attacks allows a cultivator to comprehend and emulate the tiger's fierce and powerful strikes.

This method is called the Spirit‑Control Technique.

Of course, not every cultivator possesses this ability. To master the Spirit‑Control Technique one needs not only talent but also diligent study and trial.

Hence, those who have mastered the Spirit‑Control Technique are exceedingly few.

"Tiger Fist!"

Accompanied by a clear shout from Ye Xiaohu, she leapt up, clenched her fist, and swung it fiercely toward the Nanguo Qingyuan below.

Her small body erupted with boundless power.

When that punch was thrown, a phantom tiger appeared around her.

She seemed to instantly turn into a tiger.

The tiger's roar shook the forest; its shadow loomed menacingly.

"What an impressive move!" someone exclaimed.

Nanguo Qingyuan's expression turned cold; not daring to be careless, she instantly activated her Golden Bloodline, formed a fist in front of her as a shield, and a layer of light shield abruptly formed and surged toward Ye Xiaohu.

Boom~

A deafening crash, and fierce wind burst everywhere.

Ye Xiaohu pressed forward, while Nanguo Qingyuan furrowed her brows and retreated step by step.

She was deeply shocked.

So strong!

She almost couldn't resist.

Soon, Ye Xiaohu completed her technique and withdrew, not lingering in battle.

They kept both hands clasped behind their back, appearing very calm.

In contrast, Nanguo Qingyuan's hands trembled slightly.

"Nanguo Qingyuan, how does this punch feel?" Ye Xiaohu curled her lip and smiled lightly.

Nanguo Qingyuan gritted her teeth, "Not much!"

"Is that so? Then continue?"

As Ye Xiaohu finished speaking, brilliant starlight began to flicker above her head, and a phantom Kun Peng materialized, half‑visible.

In the void, a sharp Kun Peng cry seemed to echo.

"This is... Spirit‑Control Technique?!"

"Spirit‑Control Technique?!"

"Yes! Earlier I wasn't sure, thought it was some kind of method, but now I'm certain—this is the Spirit‑Control Technique!"

The Spirit‑Control Technique, compared with the Shadow Flow Technique that Xiao Hu previously used, is relatively more mainstream.

However, because the Spirit‑Control Technique requires talent, like alchemy, and also demands continual experimentation, those who truly grasp it are exceedingly few.

It's not that no one in the Academy cultivates the Spirit‑Control Technique, but only prodigies of a demonic caliber would pursue it.

For example, the foremost practitioner of the Fengyun Stone Tablet, Lu Yunfeng.

In fact, when Ye Xiaohu first employed Tiger Fist, many Elders on the judging panel already sensed something.

They were, however, greatly shocked.

Because, in their understanding, no one could be so young yet wield the Spirit‑Control Technique so proficiently!

Ye Xiaohu is only six years old!

"Spirit‑Control, Whirlwind!"

Nanguo Qingyuan looked up at the shadow towering over Ye Xiaochen's head, and her heart sank to the depths.

She sensed a breath of utter despair.

It seemed that before this Kun Peng, she felt as tiny as dust, humble as an ant.

At Ye Xiaohu's command, the Kun Peng spread its wings and flew toward Nanguo Qingyuan.

Its wings hung like clouds that veil the sky, blocking the sun.

The wings flapped, instantly stirring a vortex of wind; a hurricane swept through.

The fierce hurricane blew so hard that Nanguo Qingyuan could not open her eyes.

"Damn it!"

Nanguo Qingyuan muttered a low curse and did not sit and wait to die.

She extended her right hand, grasped at the void, and a golden great bow suddenly appeared in her hand.

She nocked the bow and shot an arrow.

The arrow is a sword of void.

The bow is a bow of void.

But its power must not be underestimated.

"Sun‑piercing Arrow, fire!"

Nanguo Qingyuan let out a fierce shout, drew the bow to full tension, and released the arrow.

Whoosh~

The long arrow sliced through the void with an extremely sharp sound.

That arrow turned into a streak of light, pierced the void, and shot toward the Great Roc.

Boom~

Chirp~

One arrow, one Great Roc collided in the void, and the light suddenly blazed.

Two sounds burst forth, deafening.

"So strong!"

Many Academy disciples saw this scene reflected in their eyes, feeling deep emotion.

Whether Nanguo Qingyuan or Xiao Hu, both displayed strength beyond their years.

"It feels like they tied."

As the words fell, the golden light vanished, the Great Roc shattered into pieces—however...

The hurricane still raged!

The wild wind turned into a tornado, howling toward Nanguo Qingyuan.

Nanguo Qingyuan couldn't dodge in time, was swept up by that tornado, then heavily flung out, striking the barrier wall, and finally fell onto the dueling platform.

"Xiao Hu actually got the upper hand?!"

Such an outcome exceeded many people's expectations.

Clearly both sides suffered losses, yet unexpectedly, after the Great Roc's illusion shattered, it still had ample momentum!

"Is this the power of the Spirit Control Technique?"

"Shadow Flow Technique, Spirit Control Technique—how does this Xiao Hu know so many skills?"

"Even if he knows, he's still this strong! Is he really just a six-year-old child?"

"What was I doing when I was six?"

After Xiao Hu defeated Nanguo Qingyuan with the Shadow Flow Technique, he then used the Spirit Control Technique to embarrass Nanguo Qingyuan, causing the Academy disciples to feel exhilarated.

They had never seen such a splendid scene in a competition for such a young age group!

On the other side, Xiao Chen mobilized countless virtual swords, attacking Nanguo Buxie.

Sword shadows filled the sky, like meteors.

Brilliant, sharp.

Nanguo Buxie's face was solemn, not daring to be careless.

He mobilized the power of his golden bloodline as much as possible, combined with his cultivation, forming a huge shield before him.

Unlike a golden shield, this shield slowly rotated before him, engraved with mysterious patterns.

Countless light swords shot toward that light shield.

Swish swish swish~

Clap clap clap~

Where the light swords passed, it was like a sudden wind and rain.

At the instant they struck the light shield, a clear sound rang out.

The light swords, were being annihilated.

The light shield, was trembling.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Countless light swords came one after another; the light shield seemed about to be destroyed in the next instant.

Countless people held their breath watching this scene, inevitably wondering whether Xiao Chen's light swords were sharper or Nanguo Buxie's light shield sturdier.

"Overestimating one's abilities!"

Nangong Han watched this scene and couldn't help but sneer.

This light shield is extremely sharp; thinking to destroy it with mere light swords is simply absurd!

"A Grain of Light dares to rival the sun and moon? Ridiculous!"

Hearing Nangong Han say that, Ling Xueyao also gradually relaxed, glanced at Xiao Chen with utter contempt.

In her view, her son Nanguo Buxie is not only the most noble in the world, but also the strongest!

No one can defeat her child!

No one!

Soon, the victory was decided.

The light swords were exhausted.

As for the light shield, aside from having cracks, it did not shatter.

"Hahaha~"

Seeing this, Nanguo Buxie couldn't help but let out a long, loud cry to the heavens.

"Xiao Chen, your swordsmanship is also nothing more than this!"