One month later.
PanSen Martial Arts School.
A training room reserved for his disciples.
Alan wore only a pair of loose training pants.
Shirtless, his torso revealed a muscular, bronzed build.
Eight-pack abs, radiating masculinity.
Twenty meters away, three types of targets were set up.
Wooden stakes.
Brick walls.
And, steel plates.
Alan took a deep breath and stared at the stakes.
His pupils shrank slightly, a glint of brilliance flashing in his eyes!
Three points of magic power were poured into his right hand.
There was no wind in the room.
A strange air disturbance appeared near Alan's right hand.
He slowly raised his right hand, placed his index and middle fingers together, and suddenly pointed forward!
Swish!!
Two fingers tore through the air, emitting a sharp, wind-breaking sound.
A shockwave erupted from his fingertips, breaking the sound barrier!
Dragging a white, umbrella-shaped wave of air, he charged forward with a roar!
Bang! !
The "Finger Wave" struck a wooden stake twenty meters away.
A fist-sized, transparent hole was instantly blasted, sending wood chips flying!
Alan remained calm and raised his left hand.
He skillfully fired both hands, releasing a series of Finger Waves.
Two shockwaves, one after another, struck the brick wall and the other steel plate.
The roar echoed endlessly throughout the empty training ground.
He exhaled slowly.
Alan stepped forward to investigate.
All three targets placed side by side had been penetrated.
A full month of hard training had paid off. Alan had already grasped the essence of "Finger Wave."
After repeated testing, he had a more comprehensive understanding of its destructive power.
With his current skill level, he casually unleashed a finger wave.
Within twenty meters—
Consistently penetrated a twenty-centimeter diameter wooden stake!
A fifteen-centimeter brick wall!
Or a one-centimeter thick steel plate!
Using firearms from his previous life as a reference, its destructive power was comparable to that of a Desert Eagle!
Crack—
The door to the training hall opened.
Tanya entered, carrying a wine jug.
She, too, wore the gym's uniform.
She wore a spotless white dress, a black belt tied around her waist.
Her half-open collar revealed layers of bandages.
The bandages were wrapped tightly around her chest.
A stubborn chest refused to yield.
It proudly rose high against the pressure of the bandages.
Displaying astonishing resilience!
Tanya removed her shoes and socks, her bare, delicate white feet traversing the floor without a sound.
As if afraid to disturb her junior apprentice's practice.
After checking the target, Allen turned to look at the senior sister.
He saw Tanya sitting on a bench against the wall, sipping a pot of medicinal wine.
She crossed her legs and swayed leisurely.
The vibrant red nail polish complemented the whiteness of her feet.
"Senior sister, good afternoon!"
Alan walked over to Tanya, caught the towel she threw, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Seeing the senior sister still swaying, he couldn't help but take a second look.
"What are you looking at, sneaking around?" Tanya glared at him.
"Senior Sister's feet are so beautiful," Allen confessed his desire. "I really want to kiss them."
"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough..."
Tanya suddenly spat out a mouthful of wine, choking and coughing.
"You little brat! How dare you say that?!"
"Because I'm an honest person. I say whatever's on my mind, never hiding anything." Allen spread his hands innocently. "The instructor always praises me for my honesty."
"No... Well, you're honest, but being too honest isn't always a good thing!"
Tanya wiped the wine stains off her hands and body with the towel Allen had used to wipe his sweat.
She bent down nonchalantly and tugged at her trouser legs,
slightly covering the bare feet that had aroused his junior's lustful thoughts.
Alan watched, his lips curling slightly. It seems the rumors are true.
Senior Sister Tanya is truly a breath of fresh air among female sorcerers.
She still only has a limited understanding of matters between men and women.
If it were Helen, with the atmosphere already so heated, she would definitely be doing something inappropriate for children.
"Junior Brother, I heard from Dad and Taffman that you've been training very hard lately, forgetting to eat and sleep!"
Tanya stood up and stared at Allen with ill intent.
"I was quite moved when I heard what they said, so I came all the way to visit you."
"I never expected that! You, boy, wanted to do something... well, something bad to me the moment we met!"
"This shows you haven't been practicing hard enough!"
"Otherwise, how would you have the energy to dwell on such nonsense?"
"Junior brother, tell me for yourself! Do you think my criticism makes sense?"
Alan gave a wry smile and carefully chose his words:
"Sister, I disagree with my own opinion."
Tanya was stunned for a moment, blinking her long, upturned eyelashes. Suddenly, her expression darkened.
"Good boy! Trying to be clever with me, huh?"
"If you have the time to talk, it means you still need practice!"
Tanya casually placed the wine jug on the table.
Turning to Alan, she hooked her finger provocatively.
Tanya was stunned for a moment. Was she really overthinking it?
Then she thought again, Alan was just a thirteen-year-old boy.
Although he had entered puberty, his body was developing well, and he instinctively desired the opposite sex, this was all human nature. What was wrong with that?
Besides, the junior brother was truly honest.
He liked my feet and thought they were beautiful, so he just said it honestly.
He didn't hide it, wasn't hypocritical, but he didn't do anything more obscene.
As for not wanting to be slapped in the face?
Nonsense! No one wants to be slapped in the face!
Kicks are more powerful and cause more damage than punches.
If I had punched the junior brother in the face, he might have been able to tolerate it, but if I had kicked him, he would have been disfigured on the spot! They'd made it clear upfront that they had no evil intentions, but the more I thought about it, the more vulgar it became...
Tanya felt increasingly embarrassed, having wronged her honest and upright junior brother.
She coughed awkwardly twice before putting on a friendly expression.
"Junior brother, your 'Finger Wave' has already reached about 40% perfection."
"You've mastered it in just one month. That's impressive."
"Also, your hound steps combined with your butterfly steps give you an advantage in terms of agility."
"At least at the 'Advanced Apprentice' level, your overall strength rivals anyone else's."
"But!"
Tanya's tone shifted, her expression serious.
"You'd better not offend higher-ranking sorcerers. Otherwise, with your current strength, you'll have a hard time protecting yourself!"