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He slowly withdrew from his stance, the sharp aura around him gradually dissipating, and he regained his usual composure. Turning to look at Duan Yu, he asked in a calm tone, "Have you memorized it?"

Duan Yu nodded quickly, a confident glint in his eyes, his tone firm: "I've remembered it, my benefactor! I've memorized every single move!"

His eyes shone, clearly indicating that he was very confident in his memory.

As he spoke, he unconsciously raised his hand, mimicking the starting stance of the Dragon Claw Hand, his movements quite impressive.

"Okay," Wu Feng nodded slightly, his tone calm. "You practice a set, and I'll explain the key points and power techniques of the Dragon Claw Hand to you. If there's anything wrong, I'll correct it for you."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu nodded quickly, strode to the center of the training ground, took a deep breath, assumed the starting stance of the Dragon Claw Hand, and then began to practice.

At first, his movements were a bit clumsy, he couldn't quite get the angle of his fingertips right, and his exertion was a bit stiff. He looked a little nervous, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But as the drills progressed, he gradually found his rhythm, and his movements became more and more fluid and precise.

Although not as sharp and steady as Wu Feng's, he still fully demonstrated the moves of the Dragon Claw Hand.

Wu Feng stood to the side, his eyes fixed on Duan Yu's movements, occasionally offering his explanation in a calm yet precise tone: "The core of the Dragon Claw Hand lies in 'grabbing,' emphasizing speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. The strike must be swift, the grappling precise, and the force concentrated at the fingertips."

When extending the claw, the shoulders should be relaxed and the elbows dropped, with the power originating from the dantian (lower abdomen), flowing through the meridians to the fingertips, and not dispersed. When retracting the claw, one should follow the momentum, using the opponent's force to deflect it, avoiding forced exertion that could damage the meridians. Look at this move, "Dragon Claw Probing the Sea"—the fingertips must be straight, the force exerted crisply, without any hesitation; otherwise, the essence of grappling is lost.

As Duan Yu practiced, he listened attentively to Wu Feng's explanation, nodding in response from time to time. His focus grew stronger, and he adjusted his movements according to the key points Wu Feng explained. The angle of his fingertips and the strength of his movements gradually became more precise.

Wu Feng watched his actions, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Duan Yu was indeed exceptionally gifted. He not only had a photographic memory but also possessed extremely high comprehension. Although he was a scholar with no martial arts background, he learned martial arts much faster than many people who had practiced martial arts for many years.

This may be a result of the Duan family's genetics. After all, the Duan family has practiced martial arts for generations, and they have a natural talent for it. Even his biological father, Duan Yanqing, was a formidable figure.

After Duan Yu finished practicing the entire Dragon Claw Hand routine, he stopped, wiped the sweat from his brow, and his face lit up with joy. He quickly looked at Wu Feng and asked eagerly, "My benefactor, how did I do? Was there anything wrong?"

Wu Feng slowly stepped forward, his tone softening slightly: "You've practiced well. You've basically mastered the moves, and the transitions are quite smooth. It's clear you've put in a lot of effort."

"The moves are fine, but the power generation is still lacking," Wu Feng nodded slightly, his tone calm. "These two martial arts, while not top-tier, will be more than enough for self-defense if you practice diligently, master them, and combine them with internal energy. Remember, any martial art requires internal energy as its foundation. The more internal energy you have, the stronger the martial art will be. Don't neglect your internal energy cultivation."

"Thank you for your guidance, benefactor! I understand!" Duan Yu nodded quickly, keeping Wu Feng's words firmly in mind. His tone was firm. "I will definitely practice the Dragon Claw Hand diligently and cultivate my internal strength. I will never let down my benefactor's teachings."

Seeing his earnest expression, Wu Feng nodded slightly, cleared his throat, and said calmly, "Alright, that's all for the martial arts lesson. I'll be staying in Dali for three more days. During these three days, practice on your own to solidify these two martial arts. If there's anything you don't understand, come to the training ground to ask me again tomorrow at dawn."

"Yes, benefactor!" Duan Yu nodded respectfully, his tone firm. "I will definitely practice diligently and never slack off!"

"I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow." After saying that, Wu Feng turned around and walked towards the entrance of the martial arts arena without stopping.

Duan Yu quickly waved his hand, watched Wu Feng's figure disappear at the entrance of the martial arts arena, then turned back to the center of the arena, and once again assumed the starting stance of the Dragon Claw Hand, and began to practice earnestly.

Wu Feng walked out of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion and quickly returned to the inn along the streets and alleys.

He walked to the counter and said to the shopkeeper in a calm tone, "Two breakfasts, a basket of steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, and a side dish, delivered to my room on the second floor."

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon!" The shopkeeper bowed and replied, then turned to instruct the waiter to prepare breakfast.

Wu Feng turned around and went upstairs to the second floor. He pushed open the door and found A Zi still sleeping soundly.

He walked to the bedside, gently patted her shoulder, and said in a gentle tone, "Azi, wake up, it's time for breakfast."

Azi slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still somewhat dazed. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she saw Wu Feng, a gentle smile instantly appeared on her face. Her voice was soft as she said, "Young Master, you're back."

"Okay," Wu Feng nodded slightly, his tone gentle, "Get up and wash up quickly, breakfast will be served soon."

Azi nodded obediently, quickly got up, walked to the table, picked up the basin, and washed up briefly.

Just then, the waiter knocked on the door and came in with breakfast. He placed the steamed buns, porridge, and side dishes on the table and bowed, saying, "Sir, your breakfast is ready. Please enjoy."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The two sat around the table, slowly eating their breakfast.

Azi ate in small bites, glancing up at Wu Feng every now and then.

While eating, Wu Feng was mentally planning what would happen next.

Practicing the Dissolving Power Technique and the Vermilion Toad Technique requires a large number of poisonous insects. Wanjie Valley is located in a remote area and has a large number of poisonous insects. It is a good place to go and catch some to replenish the storage of the poisonous insect jar.

We can also take a look at the situation in Wanjie Valley; perhaps we can find some other opportunities.

After finishing breakfast, Wu Feng cleared away the dishes and turned to look at A Zi, saying in a calm tone, "You should rest well in the inn and focus on your training. Don't run around or cause trouble. I have some errands to run and will come back to find you this evening."

"Understood, young master." Azi nodded obediently.

His tone was gentle, without the slightest objection. He turned and walked to the bedside, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to continue practicing the Lesser Formless Skill.

Looking at her obedient appearance, Wu Feng nodded gently, turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Leaving the inn, we walked briskly out of Dali City along the streets and alleys.

Using his lightness skill, he darted through the mountains and forests like an arrow released from a bow, speeding towards the direction of Wanjie Valley.

The trees on both sides rushed past, their branches and leaves rustling as they rubbed against each other. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of grass and trees and the faint scent of earth. Occasionally, the sounds of birdsong and insects could be heard, making the place exceptionally serene.

About an hour later, he arrived near Wanjie Valley.

Just as he was about to venture deeper into the valley, a fierce fighting suddenly broke out ahead, mixed with a woman's shouts and the clanging of weapons.

Wu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, secretly surprised, and used his lightness skill to run towards the direction from which the fighting sound came.

I climbed up a nearby tree, stood on a branch, and looked down at the situation below.

In the open space ahead, a group of elderly women and middle-aged women dressed in black were fiercely fighting around a woman dressed in blue and wearing a veil.

The women in black held short knives and long whips, their moves ruthless and deadly, their faces contorted with rage; they were clearly well-trained assassins.

The woman in green, holding a long sword, moved nimbly and fought bravely against the onslaught of the crowd.

The sword light was sharp, but he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. A wound had been cut on his arm, and blood stained his sleeve. His face showed some fatigue, his brows were tightly furrowed, but his eyes were still stubborn. He gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.