Ever since she t her teacher, she truly understood the aning of the saying "there is always soone better out there"—a lesson taught to her by her teacher from Earth, Hua Family Country.
She rembered shortly after eting her teacher, he shared this saying with her.
He repeatedly told her to rember these words and their aning, using them to caution herself not to beco conceited after achieving small successes.
At the ti, she felt sowhat dissatisfied with this notion. Indeed, her teacher was certainly powerful, but her own abilities were quite good too. Although not as impressive as her teacher, none of the opponents she had encountered so far had stood unfazed before her.
She clearly recalled being chastised by her teacher, yet she remained dismissive, believing her teacher was exaggerating.
Now, after experiencing the benefits brought by her recently cultivated spiritual power, she felt genuine remorse.
She regretted her past thoughts and attitudes.
How many days have I practiced spiritual power? Yet it's brought so many advantages. Compared to those who have devoted their lives to spiritual power, I'm utterly insignificant.
It seems the road ahead for is still very long.
Yanran shook her head, dispelling these thoughts from her mind. After a brief mont of idle thinking, her spirit was much calr, no longer like a taut bowstring on the verge of snapping.
The image of the Little Flaming Firebird beca clearer in her mind; she could even hear its cry. She didn't consider this an illusion; it rely proved her growing closeness to the Little Flaming Firebird.
At the end of a long corridor was a spacious plaza, where the cry of the Little Flaming Crow was coming from.
Yanran lifted her head and coldly surveyed the vicious-looking people in the corridor. She had already declared that no enemy could block her path. Nurous foes lunged forward, their laser swords gleaming coldly in their hands.
She raised the steel claw in her hand to block the enemy's attack, her other hand's steel claw stabbing towards the enemy's heart. The enemy collapsed.
Several more enemies charged forward, surrounding Yanran, laser swords pointing threateningly at her.
Yanran's knees bent slightly, legs positioned one behind the other like a compressed spring, her upper body slightly forward—a stance like a beast about to pounce on prey.
The steel claws in her hands emitted a deadly glow as her cold gaze complented them.
Truly "still as a statue."
Before her, the enemies faced each other but nobody dared to strike first.
After a brief stalemate, one enemy lost patience, shouting "Ah!" as their sword thrust towards Yanran.
As the cry rang out, Yanran was already in motion, one step ahead.
Swift as a hare!
She planted her front foot, retreated one big step diagonally backward with the rear foot, and simultaneously the steel claw drew a graceful arc, opening up the body of the enemy behind her from bottom to top, blood mixed with viscera splashing down.
The grueso scene left her foes montarily stunned.
Yanran faced the wave-like enemies calmly, countering them one by one.
Now surrounded by four enemies, she pre-emptively struck, taking out one unguarded enemy behind her.
Then she extended the steel claw from her left hand to catch an enemy's sword flying her way, sliding the claw downward along the blade, producing an unpleasant sound.
Seeing things not looking favorable, this enemy urgently tried to pull the sword Yanran was gripping backward.
Using the enemy's retreating force, Yanran approached them, while simultaneously stabbing her right hand's steel claw into the heart.
The enemy's body softened, about to collapse, when Yanran, with slight force from her left hand on his body, leapt into the air, kicking out with two legs to hit the shoulders of two remaining enemies, sending them flying.
More foes rushed forward.
Yanran's face remained calm, devoid of anger or joy, even her eyes showed no emotion. She danced among her enemies like a beautiful bird, the sound of steel claws seemingly accompanying her graceful moves.
Amidst groups of enemies and the swords they wielded, Yanran spun and jumped, high and low, dodging among them, her steel claws swinging.
Enemy blood continuously sprayed out, one foe after another falling under Yanran's steel claws.
Yanran, now drenched in blood, even her pale face sared with the enemy's blood, though mostly wiped off, the remaining parts stuck to her face, giving her a sowhat terrifying appearance.
Her clothes were long soaked with enemy blood, sticking to her with a warm, sticky feeling, but Yanran had no mind for such details. Her foes were still eager, wielding their laser swords, attacking her in batches.
Due to the limitations of the terrain, they could only co in waves, sowhat easing Yanran's burden.
Two enemies roared, brandishing laser swords for a fierce attack on Yanran.
Yanran dodged their frontal attack with nimble steps, her claws pierced their throats, swinging with force, sending their bodies flying, crashing into other advancing enemies and knocking them down.
At this mont, Yanran involuntarily checked her stamina. Despite her spiritual power practice days not being many, a small orb of spiritual power already existed within her body, though still negligible, like a small fla persistently emitting a warm glow.
Yanran's ability to fight for so long, besides her exceptional physique—she was a galaxy sports champion, a super athlete—had undergone extensive physical training far beyond others.
But if it were only that, she would likely have exhausted her strength midway through battle.
What sustained her now was that small, faint spiritual power inside her.
From a young age, Yanran excelled in physical ability and athletics, sailing smoothly on the competitive path, never encountering setbacks or blows.
This fostered an arrogant mindset, though due to good upbringing and family education, she deeply concealed this arrogance.
After she t her teacher, despite being on such a harsh environnt of the Naless Planet, Jiang Cheng tirelessly continued her training.
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