Picking Up Attributes In Martial World-Chapter 107: Farming Once Again

Looking around, Ye Jun realised why this chamber was valued so much. It basically taught one of the most basic, but most important parts of a battle.

If one could keep themselves balanced and stabilized physically and mentally no matter what happened in a battle, then their chances of winning increased by several folds.

He knew it better than most.

’If this is just the base, what is in the above floors?’ he wondered.

Considering this hall was powered by the remnant domain, Ye Jun was sure more extraordinary and exciting things awaited him in the upper sections.

’But first, I need to pass this.’

Taking a deep breath... alright, that was a bad choice.

He glanced around, looking for someone with the highest attribute bubbles and quickly found a young woman in the sect’s robes. She was also the only one who didn’t have any change in expression.

’Good.’

He took a step forward instead.

The wind hit him like a wall again, not a gentle push but something with intent, something almost alive as it sought out every weak point in his stance.

His robes snapped violently against his legs, and for a second his left foot lifted off the stone floor entirely before he slammed it back down with more force than he intended.

’Alright. That’s what we’re dealing with.’

He kept close to the curved wall at first, using it as an anchor point the way he’d watched the other disciples do unconsciously, fingers grazing the stone as he inched forward.

The floor was smooth and worn from years of people doing exactly what he was doing now, sliding cautiously along the perimeter like a man walking a ledge above something he couldn’t see the bottom of.

’Probably the damned cliffs of this sect.’

The Adaptation skill worked passively like it always did. He could feel it in the way his body stopped flinching from each new gust, the way his muscles began to anticipate rather than react. Not immediately, but incrementally, like eyes adjusting to darkness.

’It was worth leveling this skill up.’

Each burst of wind that should have staggered him instead became information. The angle. The force. The brief pause before the next one. The Adaptation absorbed it all and adjusted his body to them.

Of course, Ye Jun knew things worked this fast because these were smaller changes. If he wanted to adapt to something big, then that was impossible... for now, at least.

He pushed himself off the wall.

Immediately, a horizontal current caught him across the chest and sent him skidding three feet back, his heel catching on a groove in the stone that was the only thing that stopped him from tumbling into the disciple behind him.

He caught himself, set his feet again, and breathed out slowly. This time, he faced the ground while doing that. No mistake should be made twice.

’Again.’

The second attempt lasted longer. He made it perhaps six steps inward before the floor vents activated. He’d seen them take others by surprise, so he had been watching for them, but even with the warning, the sudden burst from beneath him still launched his back foot into the air.

He twisted, kept one foot planted, and came down in a low, wide stance that felt ridiculous but held.

The third time, he tried something different.

Stone Step Footwork wasn’t a movement technique, not in the sense of other movement techniques. It wasn’t about speed or direction.

’Level two!’

It was about weight distribution... about making yourself, for a moment, as immovable as stone by sinking your Qi into the earth through the soles of your feet, anchoring the lower half of your body while everything above it could still move and react.

He used it.

It worked better than he expected.

The next gust came in low, trying to sweep his legs out, and instead of fighting it upright, he let his knees bend into it, his center of gravity dropping as the technique engaged.

His feet felt like they’d grown roots. The wind broke around him. He moved forward three steps, then five, then eight, and didn’t stop until a crosscurrent caught him sideways and he had to reset.

’Noice! We are moving forward!’ He wanted to pat his back for that, but that would only throw his balance off, so he suppressed the urge.

Progress became a strange, halting rhythm. Push. Hold. Lose ground. Push again. The winds grew noticeably worse the further from the wall he moved, less like a training exercise and more like the chamber was genuinely trying to evict him.

’Fucking hell!’

Twice he was thrown back nearly to the outer edge, and once he collided shoulder-first with a male disciple who barely glanced at him before returning his focus to his own balance.

Nobody spoke in here. There wasn’t the breath or time to spare.

The young woman he’d marked earlier was perhaps fifteen feet away now, which felt like a distance that shouldn’t require this much effort to cross. She still hadn’t changed her expression.

Her feet were set in a stance he didn’t recognise, something with a wide base and her arms held slightly out from her sides, and she was tracking the wind patterns with her eyes the way a fighter tracks an opponent’s hands.

That was when he noticed them again.

Two types of attribute bubbles drifted around her position, catching the chaotic light of the chamber in small, distinct colors.

One he recognised immediately, as he had been hunting them like crazy... Qi Control, amber-tinted, compact. The other was softer, almost silver, and read Balance.

’Finally! This is the best.’

He reached for the nearest Balance bubble using his sense, and it dissolved into him without resistance.

[Balance +5]

The difference was immediate and strange, like something in his inner ear settling. The wind didn’t change, but his perception of it did.

He could feel his own center of gravity. He became aware of every degree his body leaned and tilted in real time.

’Oh,’ he thought. ’That’s what these people have that I don’t.’

It was normal. After all, they were senior disciples and had been training for quite a long time.

Ye Jun grinned. ’But it won’t be the same for long.’