The Aching of Heart (*)

Every time Xuefeng ripped a part of his Soul, he could feel as if a piece of him was missing. Thankfully, it was just a simulation and there was no pain involved. 

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five small bits exploded simultaneously, causing the ghost to shiver as the shockwave struck him. It seemed like the Soul was the main target of this Art, immobilizing the enemy. 

"Finally!" Xuefeng exclaimed seeing the Ghost finally stop his movements. "It seems the placement of my Soul parts also has an impact on the damage." 

He swiftly hopped forward and kicked at the ghost, crushing his skull. Once his opponent died, the simulation reset once again, transporting Xuefeng into his original position. He didn't continue right away as he tried hundreds of times already. After succeeding once, he deserved a short break. 

"Ming! How was it? Is that passable?" Xuefeng called out, looking for praise but he was replied with silence. "Ling, can you hear me?"