Musical Combat Technique

"So what?" Shuz's tone was deep.

A cold glint flashed in the young man's eyes. He slammed his left shoulder into Shuz. Shuz clenched his fist and didn't retreat half a step. The two collided inside the teleportation device, letting out a low, dull thud. Shuz retreated two steps, while the young man advanced one, sneered, and walked out of the teleportation device.

Shuz also took a step out and placed his hand on the young man's shoulder. The Star Energy on the young man's body erupted, turning into the form of fire, making the air scorching. Shuz's right hand gripped the hilt of his saber, and the blood-red battle saber glinted coldly, ready to explode at a touch.

At this moment, Xiao Pao walked over. He pressed down on Shuz's hand with one hand and casually placed his other on the young man's shoulder, forcibly suppressing the materialized fire Star Energy. "My apologies, you two. You can't fight here. If the teleportation device is damaged, we'll all have to fly out."

The young man's eyes widened, and his Star Energy surged, attempting to erupt again, but no matter what, he couldn't escape Xiao Pao's suppression. He was shocked. Weren't the remaining two at the Tenth Academy supposed to be trash? This person definitely had the strength of the Limiteer Realm; his realm alone was not trash.

For some reason, everyone suddenly felt a jolt in their hearts and turned to look. In the distance, the standoff between Xi Yue and Michelle had changed. Xi Yue's long, dark green hair floated as she opened her mouth, and a pleasant song echoed in the sky above the Sea of Forgotten Sands. The ethereal melody danced, and the dry, hot air seemed to form an exquisitely beautiful woman dancing gracefully. The gentle song cleansed everyone's souls.

The song was clearly very beautiful, but the expressions of the two brothers, Da Pao and Xiao Pao, were unusually grave. This was Xi Yue's combat technique, the inherited combat technique of the Eighth Academy—the Illusory Spirit Song.

Among the ten great combat academies, only the Eighth Academy possessed the most musical combat techniques. This was also the reason the Spirit Dream Race chose the Eighth Academy. These musical combat techniques were most suitable for the Spirit Dream Race and could unleash unimaginable power.

"Xi Yue is an expert with a 30-win streak in the Realm Spirit War. Michelle is far inferior to her. Bro, stop them," Xiao Pao said gravely.

Da Pao shook his head. At this moment, he no longer had his previous cheerful demeanor; his eyes were extremely serious. "Let's keep watching. If it gets out of hand, the Mentor of the Sea of Sands will also make a move."

The few people following Xi Yue had smug expressions. Xi Yue was not just a star who could sing; she was the young matriarch of the Spirit Dream Race. The Spirit Dream Race was also a powerful clan in the Innerverse. Without strength, one could not become the young matriarch. Among the Melting Realm experts of the Eighth Academy, Xi Yue was also one of the strongest.

Shuz's eyes were shocked. Listening to the beautiful song, it actually caused the climate of the sea of sand to change. He could feel an endless crisis from within the song. That woman was far stronger than him, and even the few people following her were stronger than him, just like that man from the Fire Domain just now. His Star Energy had materialized, a realm he could not yet reach. This was the strength of an Astral Combat Academy student; any one of them could shake the Outerverse.

Michelle frowned deeply. The music in her ears caused her internal organs to vibrate and her mind to become heavy. A strong dizziness made it difficult for her to even stand. What she saw was no longer the Sea of Forgotten Sands, but scenes that had been etched in her bones and engraved in her heart flashing before her eyes. She couldn't bear it. Gritting her teeth, her red pupils flashed, and from the sole of her foot, a red lotus bloomed.

That red color was soul-stirring, adorning the endless sea of sand, causing the Illusory Spirit Song to instantly shatter.

Everyone was surprised. This was Michelle's talent?

Xi Yue's eyes glinted. The Red Lotus. It was indeed this woman's talent. Just like her older sister, Comilla, she also possessed the Red Lotus talent. It was precisely because of this talent that she had stood out and joined the Ten Arbiters Council with a Melting Realm cultivation. She wanted to break this talent.

The song changed. It was no longer the Illusory Spirit Song. Explosions rang out in the void. This was the Triple Sonic Boom, a supreme hard song that Xi Yue had mastered. She wanted to use this Triple Sonic Boom to break the Red Lotus.

Michelle's eyes widened. When her red pupils shone with a demonic light, when the Red Lotus bloomed, no one could stop her. Not this woman, not any Melting Realm expert from the other combat academies. At this moment, she was invincible.

Just then, a loud shout shook the clouds and wind, causing the sand and dust to roll. "Damn it..., who's disturbing this old man's rest!"

Xi Yue's Triple Sonic Boom and Michelle's Red Lotus were shattered by a fierce gust of wind. The two retreated at the same time, their faces pale, and bowed towards the sea of sand. "I'm sorry, Mentor." "I'm sorry, Mentor."

Da Pao quickly came out and said with a dry laugh, "Junior Sister Michelle, Junior Sister Xi Yue, the Mentor of the Sea of Sands has a bad temper. You two should stop."

The two glanced at each other. "You are indeed worthy of being Comilla's sister. Your talent is truly formidable," Xi Yue said with a smile.

Michelle gave her a cold glance and walked towards the east of the sea of sand.

Xi Yue didn't mind. She smiled at Da Pao and told the others to leave the sea of sand. "I want to cultivate in the Sea of Forgotten Sands for a few days. I'll notify you when I'm done."

"Miss Xi Yue, won't this be too dangerous?" the young man from the Fire Domain asked worriedly.

Xi Yue frowned. "This is the Sea of Forgotten Sands. With the Mentor of the Sea of Sands presiding, no one can harm me. Don't be so stingy. Go out."

"We'll just stay at the entrance," one person said.

Xi Yue didn't say any more. She smiled at Da Pao and Xiao Pao again and walked towards the west of the sea of sand.

Shuz withdrew his gaze, the shock in his heart slowly subsiding. That was just a clash between top-tier students of an Astral Combat Academy. He was still far from it.

Xiao Pao patted his shoulder. "Let's go, let's go out. Don't overthink it. You're much stronger than when you first enrolled. You won't be bad in the future."

Shuz nodded and entered the teleportation device. Da Pao also immediately ran over, and the three of them left the sea of sand.

In the end, only the few people following Xi Yue remained at the entrance of the sea of sand.

The Sea of Forgotten Sands was vast and boundless. Xi Yue did not fly but walked step by step into the depths. But with her speed, she had gone very far in just one short hour.

Feeling the coarseness and hardness of the gravel, Xi Yue's eyes shifted. "I hope this place can help me comprehend Battle Qi, to truly stand at the peak of the Eighth Academy, and even—become a Domain Master." With that, she recalled the cultivation insights in the sea of sand of a Tenth Academy student who had come to the Eighth Academy. "Do I have to bury myself? The deeper, the better."

With a boom, Xi Yue struck the desert with a palm, only to find that the seemingly loose desert was very difficult to penetrate. A full-power palm strike only created a one-meter-deep pit. This gravel had a resistance that grew stronger with force. Helpless, Xi Yue stood on the desert, exerted a little force, and slowly sank down.

The deeper she sank, the greater the pain from the friction between her body and the gravel. This kind of gravel was very helpful for tempering the body, but the pain and the reward were directly proportional.

Xi Yue was prepared and gritted her teeth to endure.

When her entire body was buried by the desert, a pressure that could move mountains and overturn seas came over her. It was not just a physical pressure, but also a spiritual one. She was like being suppressed at the foot of a mountain, her whole body enduring the pressure, a spiritual torture that was suffocating.

It wasn't enough. This pressure was similar to some cultivation spots in the Eighth Academy, not enough for her to comprehend Battle Qi.

A warrior is their spirit. To obtain Battle Qi, one must endure pressure that is not their own. The ten great combat academies all had such places of enduring pressure, but those places had too many people. Only the Sea of Forgotten Sands of the Tenth Academy had no one, and it was also the legendary holy land for cultivating Battle Qi. She had to succeed. Deeper, a little deeper.

Five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters.

When Xi Yue descended to a depth of 20 meters underground, her mind was a little dizzy, and her originally smooth and radiant skin showed traces of blood. At this depth, both her body and spirit had reached their limit. But this position was still not enough.

Xi Yue gritted her teeth and descended again. Suddenly, the sole of her foot stepped on something strange, soft. She looked down and saw a pair of dazed eyes looking at her—chest.

Lu Yin was sleeping, yes, sleeping. Since entering the Sea of Forgotten Sands, he had gone a distance in and found that the surface of the desert was useless to him. Looking at the introduction to the Sea of Forgotten Sands that Da Pao had given him, he needed to bury himself to cultivate effectively, so he had buried himself.

The deeper he went, the stronger the pressure. It really worked. Lu Yin was enduring the pressure of the Sea of Forgotten Sands on one hand and had actually fallen asleep on the other. With his body's strength, he wouldn't be injured even if buried 20 meters deep, but the pain was unavoidable. But he didn't care.

Just as he was sleeping, his calf was stepped on by something. He opened his eyes and saw a large, proud object right in front of him. This... was a woman's chest, right? He stared blankly, a fragrant scent entering his nostrils, intoxicating. He subconsciously took a deep breath, looked up, and met a pair of dazed eyes.

"Pervert!" Xi Yue's face turned pale. She shouted angrily and slapped down.

Lu Yin tilted his body to dodge. "Don't shout randomly."

Xi Yue was furious, raised her leg, and her knee shot towards Lu Yin's face. Lu Yin raised his hand to block, grabbing Xi Yue's snow-white leg. "Woman, I was here first."

Xi Yue felt the warmth of the hand on her leg and was furious. "Let go of me, pervert!"

Lu Yin quickly let go and retreated. "Don't just call me a pervert. I was here first, and you stepped on me."

Xi Yue was so angry her whole body was trembling. She was the young matriarch of the Spirit Dream Race, pure as ice and jade. When had she ever been so close to a man? Especially when she thought of her chest being so close to this person, and being... being... thinking of this, Xi Yue's brain felt like it was about to explode with blood. "I'll kill you!" With that, she opened her mouth, and a strange sonic boom echoed from all directions.

This was the Triple Sonic Boom, the move she hadn't been able to use against Michelle, now completely unleashed on Lu Yin.

Lu Yin's expression changed. This woman was quite strong. Feeling the sudden terrifying sonic boom, the Heavenly Star Art subconsciously circulated, and the sonic boom was weakened within the range of the Heavenly Star Art. He looked up and saw Xi Yue continuously unleashing sonic booms, not letting up. He was enraged and grabbed towards Xi Yue.

Xi Yue was now out of her mind with anger, only wanting to destroy this man. Seeing his hand grabbing towards her, she roared, "Pervert, you're looking to die!" With that, she exhaled, and from her delicate, rosy lips came a pleasant song. Lu Yin's hand stopped ten centimeters from Xi Yue. The song in his ear turned into the tide of the universe, rising and falling, attempting to bury him.

Xi Yue had never used her strongest musical combat technique on anyone—the Dark Dance Morning Tide Song, causing this entire desert to boil.

In the depths of the desert, the Mentor of the Sea of Sands was surprised. "What a strong musical combat technique. As expected of the most outstanding successor of the Spirit Dream Race. She's very strong even among the younger generation of the universe, qualified to touch the Top 100 Battle Rankings."

Lu Yin's hand could not advance any further. From his ear, a drop of fresh blood flowed down. The song seemed to be exploding from the depths of his brain, attempting to make him burst.