Reincarnation of the Strongest Healer

"S-Strip my clothes?" Ning Yi's mouth was left hanging as he gazed at Xu Feng.

"And doing jumping jacks? This is a joke, right?"

Initially, he thought the preparation was going to revolve around some secret technique or method that was unknown to the public.

However, his expectation was shattered thoroughly when Xu Feng wanted him to do some jumping jacks.

Who doesn't know jumping jacks if they were to exercise or go to any gyms?

Meanwhile, Xu Feng kept a solemn expression, ignoring his complaint and reluctant expression.

"Didn't we agree that you won't disobey my words regarding the training? Although this is for preparation, you must listen to my instructions." He reminded Ning Yi sternly.

"..."

Feeling bitter, Ning Yi gritted his teeth while glaring at Xu Feng as he walked to his spot and proceeded to take off his upper clothes.

As he struggled to finally remove his upper clothes, he was about to remove his pants as well, only to be stopped by Xu Feng.

"No need for the lower part." Xu Feng said. "Now start doing some jumping jacks."

Full of reluctance, Ning Yi still proceeded to do some jumping jacks, albeit very minimal. By the second jump, he was already panting heavily, clearly exhausted.

Even Xu Feng could not help but facepalm at his ridiculous low endurance and stamina.

"I merely ate something wrong, Brother Feng." Ning Yi breathed heavily as he struggled to explain his exhausted state.

"There's no need to put up a strong front." Xu Feng commented, before taking off his suit.

"The jumping jacks were just to see where your limit is. Although not great, you should be able to follow my movement."

With that said, Xu Feng instructed Ning Yi to watch his movements carefully.

At first, Ning Yi thought the movement was going to be fast and difficult, but it was the complete opposite.

Not only was Xu Feng's movement resembling a snail movement, but he could easily see each of his limbs moving in a certain direction, albeit very slowly.

Even an old man with difficulty moving could still follow Xu Feng's movement set without fail.

However, what astonished Ning Yi more was the droplets of sweat on Xu Feng's forehead.

'How is he sweating?' Ning Yi exclaimed inwardly. He had to rub his eyes multiple times to ensure the scene in front of him wasn't a dream. Enjoy more content from M-V-L

Finally, a good 10 minutes had gone by, and Xu Feng was nearly drenched in sweat.

'Indeed, using Phantom Step and then doing this movement set is really draining my physical body.' Xu Feng smiled bitterly, having exerted his body to the extreme.

Although he could simply instruct Ning Yi word for word on how to follow, the difficulty for him to comprehend it was incomparable to actually seeing him doing the movement.

After all, his movement set looked simple and even snail-pace in terms of actions on the surface, but that was a huge misconception.

This movement set required the practitioner to move every fiber of their body with extreme precision. Each motion, though appearing slow and deliberate, was meticulously calculated.

The practitioner had to channel their energy flawlessly, maintaining perfect balance and control. A single misstep, an incorrect angle of a limb, or a slight deviation in timing would result in failure and necessitate a complete reset from the very beginning.

The set began with a deep, controlled breath, centering the practitioner. From there, they transitioned into a series of fluid, sweeping movements, their body flowing like water.

Each step was placed with the utmost care, and every motion was a harmonious blend of grace and power.

The practitioner had to be acutely aware of their surroundings and their own body, adjusting minutely to maintain the delicate equilibrium required.

As the sequence progressed, the movements became more intricate, demanding an extraordinary level of concentration and physical endurance.

Despite the apparent slow pace, the internal exertion was immense, pushing the practitioner's physical limits.

However, the biggest secret of the movement set was that it was a foundation and slight deviation from the Phantom Step. The slight deviation was that only a partial of the actual Phantom Step technique was taken to construct this movement set.

Hence, Xu Feng was overly expended for practicing this movement set right after using Phantom Step to show off back at the party.

"I've shown you the movement set, so how much you can absorb is up to you." Xu Feng informed him, grabbing his suit and ready to take his exit, his steps somewhat weak.

While he was leaving, Ning Yi asked, "What's the name of this movement set?"

"There's no specific name for it, but if you want to, just call it Precision Flow. Since you need to be extremely precise to even practice it."

After saying that, Xu Feng already left the empty office, leaving Ning Yi alone.

"Heh, Brother Feng is underestimating too much." Ning Yi snickered as he took out his phone that had recorded Xu Feng's earlier movement.

The more he rewatched the recording, the more Ning Yi wondered if Xu Feng was toying with him.

"How can this be called Precision Flow? It's more like the Slow Movement Flow." He commented, transmitting the video to a large holographic screen as he began to mimic Xu Feng's movement.

Although he was fat, that didn't mean he couldn't follow such simple movements. Sure enough, within a few seconds into the video, Ning Yi was at extreme ease when copying.

'Heh, this is nothing—' Before Ning Yi could think further, he felt a sudden pang in his legs and arms, prompting him to collapse to the floor, and his breathing became difficult.

His condition became even worse than the time he was doing the jumping jacks.

"W-W-What just happened?" Astonished, Ning Yi was filled with disbelief by his sudden collapse and out-of-breath state.

Thinking that it was just the side effect of his earlier jumping jacks, Ning Yi calmed down and resumed his copying of the Precision Flow.

However, the same thing happened at around the same time slot within the video.

Unlike the first time, Ning Yi started to realize his arms were trembling heavily, almost as if he had undergone an intensive exercise.

It was only now he realized just how terrifying the "simple" movement set appeared on the surface.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his gaze looking at the exit door. "Just who are you really, Brother Feng?"