C78 The Heat Surging in Her Body.

The heat surged within her.

Xing Meng grabbed a bottle of water and settled down to watch. He was curious to see how Ye Yu planned to accelerate Yan Fengwu's transformation into a Martial Artist.

Stretching exercises were underway.

Ye Yu started performing radio calisthenics right there on the playground, each movement saturated with the unmistakable vibe of school life.

Yan Fengwu watched with furrowed brows, her teeth clenched. "Ye Yu! Is this your big plan? Stop now, and I swear I won't pummel you!"

Ye Yu paused, not out of fear of a beating, but in confusion. "Why aren't you joining in?"

Not a chance she'd do it!

Yan Fengwu felt a wave of darkness threaten to engulf her. "Ye Yu! Are you mocking me?"

Realizing he'd upset her, Ye Yu quickly clarified, "Fengwu, calm down. We're getting to the serious stuff now."

Despite her skepticism, Yan Fengwu's desire to become a Martial Artist overpowered her urge to thrash Ye Yu, and she begrudgingly started the calisthenics.

Xing Meng chuckled from the sidelines, taking a sip of water, imagining Ye Yu getting a thrashing.

After the warm-up, Ye Yu encouraged her, "Now for the real deal. Make sure your form is perfect. Stick with it!"

Yan Fengwu's chest heaved as she nodded determinedly. "Go ahead. Show me these 'proper' moves."

"Keep your eyes peeled!"

With that, Ye Yu spun and contorted into a pretzel.

Xing Meng choked on his water, staring in disbelief. What on earth?

The scene had shifted from a nostalgic campus exercise to an extreme acrobatic feat in the blink of an eye!

Yan Fengwu gasped, mouth agape, utterly captivated by Ye Yu's incredible display.

Noticing Yan Fengwu frozen in place, Ye Yu called out, "Let's go, Fengwu. Follow my lead, and you'll unlock your potential. You're going to make it as a Martial Artist!"

Yan Fengwu, still in shock, nodded. "Okay."

She twisted and stretched, mimicking Ye Yu's movements, pushing her body to its limits.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Despite the intense soreness, Yan Fengwu persevered through the pose.

"Excellent! Now, this next one!"

Ye Yu was pleased; Yan Fengwu was proving to be quite limber.

Xing Meng watched, bottle forgotten, astounded by the human body's capacity for flexibility.

As the session wore on, Yan Fengwu's energy waned, her body slick with sweat and on the verge of collapse.

"I... I can't do this anymore, Ye Yu. I'm about to give out!" she gasped, struggling to maintain her stance.

Ye Yu, seeing her on the brink, urged her on. "Hang in there! Can you feel a surge of heat emanating from within?"

"Heat?"

Yan Fengwu steadied her spinning head, closed her eyes, and furrowed her brow, tuning into her body's sensations.

Moments later, Yan Fengwu's eyes snapped open, a flash of delight sparkling within them. She cried out, "It's happening! I can feel it coursing through me—it's pouring out!"

Tears of excitement rimmed Yan Fengwu's eyes as she sensed the imminent transformation. She was on the cusp of becoming a Martial Artist!

Boom!

Xing Meng rose abruptly, his blood and Qi roaring around him like a mighty river, his aura swelling with intensity as he fixed his gaze on Yan Fengwu.

But after sustaining the effort for a short while longer, Yan Fengwu could hold out no more. Releasing her tense posture, she settled into a cross-legged position on the ground.

Heat rolled out from the depths of Yan Fengwu's marrow like a tidal wave, radiating through her skin and turning her entire body a fiery red.

Then, after a brief pause, Yan Fengwu let out a shout, and an Air Arrow a foot in length burst forth from her mouth, trailing a tumultuous heatwave. It was only after this that Yan Fengwu's flushed form returned to its pristine, jade-like smoothness and pallor.