Chapter 150: Feather Gun Duel Art [Moon Ticket Bonus]

In Kong's underground training facility, Yu Qianxia had deliberately suppressed her basic Stellar Energy Value to just above the second tier, so Chen Kong could better observe her movements.

She darted through the clusters of obsidian rock like a shadow, her crimson handgun spinning effortlessly between her fingers—crafting dazzling gun flourishes, firing at impossibly sharp angles. Each trigger pull was perfectly synchronized with crisp, precise body movements: side kicks, elbow strikes, knee thrusts.

Bullets whistled past her hair, grazing the rocks that served as mock enemies. In the same fluid motion, her other hand had already pressed the barrel against the enemy’s throat.

But this was only the offensive side of the Feather Gun Duel Art.

Now, Yu Qianxia began demonstrating its defensive mastery.

Her steps grew suddenly agile—so much so that she occasionally threw her gun aside to dodge, then caught it mid-air to counterattack. It was a bold, high-risk maneuver—yet she executed it with chilling grace.

Chen Kong stood frozen, eyes wide. This was a revelation. Before today, he’d never imagined firearms could be used like this—so dynamically, so intimately intertwined with the body.

But this was still just the fundamentals—basic Gun Duel Art.

Then came the real spectacle.

“Watch closely, kid. This is the core of our Feather Gun Duel Art.”

With a sudden motion, Yu Qianxia untied the bandages wrapped around her arms and swiftly wrapped them around both handguns.

In her hands, the two guns unfolded like wings.

They flew out—slamming into targets like massive, spinning hammers.

They spun through the air like throwing knives, slicing through the space with deadly precision.

At times, she would use her own body to block the enemy’s line of sight—then, just as a bullet neared her, she’d twist aside at the last instant, leaving her opponent utterly unable to react.

In truth, she wasn’t just shooting.

She was manipulating space, timing, and perception—using every possible element to create the perfect opening.

After a whirlwind display of dazzling, gravity-defying technique, Yu Qianxia finished with a dazzling mid-air spin, firing one final shot before landing smoothly in front of Chen Kong.

“Well? How much did you catch?”

Chen Kong scratched his head, sheepish. “Uh… honestly, most of the moves were too fast. I barely saw any of them.”

Yu Qianxia chuckled, not surprised. She waved her hand toward the Secret Book · Qian He, who immediately stepped forward and handed Chen Kong a tactical tablet.

“This contains the full recording of my Feather Gun Duel Art demonstration. You can study it at your own pace.”

Chen Kong’s eyes lit up. He clutched the tablet like a treasure.

Then, perhaps inspired by the moment, Yu Qianxia added a few more words of wisdom.

“Kid, here’s the truth: for any true martial artist, the ultimate goal of any technique isn’t just to perform it—it’s to remain at your peak, no matter how chaotic the situation.”

“Once a skill becomes second nature, your body will react instinctively, regardless of your surroundings. So yes, practice the forms. Master the patterns. But when you’ve reached a certain level… start forgetting them.”

“Because by then, your body already remembers everything. Your mind? It only slows you down. In battle, hesitation is death. You need instinct—immediate, flawless response.”

“So techniques matter. But ultimately, they don’t matter that much.”

She paused, then added with a knowing look, “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”

Chen Kong froze.

Instantly, an image flashed in his mind—silver hair, a figure who left everyone far behind, moving like a force of nature.

Yu Qianxia grinned, seeing his expression.

“Yeah. I’m talking about Tian Dao Siming. Even now, he’s still… honestly, kind of unreal.”

She let out a low whistle. “I once watched a clip of him fighting. And I know exactly how insane his martial talent really is.”

“Back then, he was only twelve. But his body? He used it like it was an extension of his will. Not a weapon. A language.”

She laughed, almost embarrassed. “Yeah, I’ll admit it—back then, at twelve, he was already leagues ahead of me.”

“With him, it wasn’t about can he do it. It was about will he.”

She leaned in, eyes gleaming.

“Like when he once used his tongue to activate a Stellar Energy Spell. Can you believe that?”

She paused, her voice rising with awe.

“Good heavens—what kind of nerve does someone need to pull off something like that in the middle of a life-or-death fight? What if the spell backfired? What if it blew his own head off?”

Her face flushed, her eyes alight with something between admiration and pure exhilaration.

“That kind of absolute confidence… that kind of raw, unmatched talent… to make such a flawless, efficient decision under such pressure—it’s terrifying. And beautiful.”

She exhaled, then grinned.

“If I could find him, I’d bet I could make him the youngest Tian Wu Zongshi in the history of Wudou Tian Du—within five years. No, wait—three. I’m that sure.”

“Don’t question it. His talent? It’s not just rare. It’s divine. He wasn’t born to fight. He was born to be the fight.”

Unlike her usual teasing of Liu Ma or Chen Kong, Yu Qianxia spoke of Tian Dao with unfiltered reverence—genuine, unrestrained adoration.

Chen Kong didn’t object. He simply nodded, smiling.

“Yeah. Tian Dao’s like that. He just… does things that others would die trying to achieve.”

Seeing Chen Kong’s expression—so clearly a fellow fan—Yu Qianxia’s gaze softened even more.

And that moment? It was oddly sweet.

The two of them—Yu Qianxia, the fierce warrior, and Chen Kong, the quiet trainee—stood there like two passionate fans who’d finally met and discovered they both worshipped the same legend.

It was almost comical.

Meanwhile, the Dimensional Audience watched, utterly silent—yet the Station 13 comment feed exploded.

> “No way… you’re a Tian Dao fan too?! I’m in!”

> “Starlight — Tian Dao and His Fans”

> “Another nostalgic Lao Tian day. 😭”

> “Doctor says Tian Dao’s a natural-born powerhouse. Now this wild warrior calls him a divine martial vessel. Seriously, is there anyone left who doesn’t worship him?”

> “Tian Dao — Starlight’s #1 Demonic Gem confirmed (appeals to all ages, genders, species).”

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