C14 Southern Bear Fist
Ye Xiangyang cast an apologetic glance at Ye Xiangguang.
With a hearty laugh, Ye Xiangguang responded, "No worries, I'm ready to give it my all."
Ye Xiangyang chuckled, "Great, win or lose, today's spar will be a good one. I'm eager to learn from your strengths."
It was common knowledge that actual combat was the quickest way to enhance one's cultivation. Sometimes, in the heat of battle, one could surpass their limits and ascend to unforeseen heights. That's why soldiers who led the charge on the frontiers often rose to the rank of Profound General.
Darkness filled Ye Xingyue's eyes as he silently fumed, "You fool, showing pity for this kid? You're asking for trouble. Fail the task I've given you, and you'll answer to me!"
Ye Xiangguang's body thrummed with energy as fifty meridians pulsed and twisted like serpents beneath his skin.
Assuming the stance of the Ferocious Tiger Pounce, Ye Xiangguang exuded a wild aura, as if he were a tiger locking onto its prey.
The stench and killing intent of a tiger on the hunt are overwhelming, often leaving its prey paralyzed and defenseless, soon to fall victim to the beast's lethal bite.
Ye Xiangguang truly embodied the ferocity of a tiger descending the mountain, his form charged with intimidating power as he lunged at Ye Xiangyang.
Ferocious Tiger Dashing Down Mountain!
Ye Xiangyang mirrored the move.
Yet, his stance carried an inexplicable weight, as if drawing strength from the very mountains and earth.
His nine meridians roiled beneath his skin, which took on a faint orange hue, rippling like water.
He advanced on Ye Xiangguang, a trail of dust rising in his wake.
The audience watched the duel unfold with unblinking eyes. In the Ye family, a Profound Warrior Five Star was already deemed an expert.
Today's bout between the two was the center of everyone's attention.
Ye Xiangguang's mastery of the Southern Bear Fist was evident, each movement flowing seamlessly.
Their exchanges were as dramatic as ferocious beasts clashing, leaving the onlookers in awe.
Many acknowledged Ye Xiangguang's skill with nods of approval. His reputation was well-earned; his unique approach to the Southern Bear Fist was truly remarkable.
People were impressed with Ye Xiangguang, but they were even more astounded by Ye Xiangyang.
Who could have imagined that Ye Xiangyang had already ascended to the pinnacle of mastery?
In the realm of cultivation, each technique is divided into five levels.
The fact that Ye Xiangyang could refine his martial skills to the zenith of proficiency within a single month was nothing short of astonishing. Countless Martial Cultivators spend years trying to achieve such finesse, a testament to the disparity in innate talent.
His movements were fluid as a meandering stream, his footwork as effortless as nature itself, and each of his strikes carried the ferocity of a beast's ambush, exuding sheer power.
Onlookers nodded in approval at Ye Xiangyang. If his cultivation of Profound Strength was a product of his innate gifts, then his ability to master the Southern Bear Fist to such a degree in a month spoke volumes of his dedication.
Without his relentless training, such remarkable Boxing Arts would be unattainable.
"He's truly formidable. I originally thought his victory over Ye Xiangming was a fluke, but it's clear now that he's progressed at an incredible pace."
"Indeed, Ye Xiangyang's accomplishments in just a month are extraordinary. He's certainly no ordinary individual."
"His potential is boundless."
Ye Xianghui stood agape, wrestling with disbelief: "How is this possible? A month ago, he was as weak as a kitten. Now, he's holding his own against a Profound Warrior Five Star. How can this be?"
It was then that he realized why, after Ye Xiangyang was beaten, Ye Xiangxiao and Ye Xiangti were confined, while his own beating elicited no response from the family.
Ye Xiangming's eyes bulged with disbelief. He couldn't fathom that Ye Xiangyang, once his equal in combat, was now standing toe-to-toe with a Profound Warrior Five Star without faltering. It was beyond anyone's wildest dreams.
He knew he had to foster a good relationship with Ye Xiangyang from now on.
It wasn't just them; many Profound Warriors were pondering the same issue. Ye Xiangyang was receiving special attention from the family, a privilege not even the Patriarch's grandson had enjoyed.
Ye Xiangxiao and Ye Xiangti were filled with trepidation. They could never have envisioned Ye Xiangyang's meteoric rise from the family's poorest to its most prodigious talent.
To everyone's surprise, Ye Xiangyang was also their adversary. Even if they weren't outright enemies, should he interfere with their father's ascension to family head, they would become sworn foes.
On the arena, the Ye family's management staff, with the exception of Ye Xingyue, were thrilled with Ye Xiangyang's performance. He was the family's treasured son, the beacon of hope for their rise to prominence. How wonderful it would be if he could be admitted into the Pill Tripod Divine Sect.
As the battle raged on, Ye Xiangguang grew increasingly alarmed. Typically, a Profound Warrior Five Star could muster a force of 250 kilograms.
Yet, after clashing with Ye Xiangyang for over fifteen minutes, engaging in over forty exchanges, he had managed only to keep the young man at bay, with no sign of a forthcoming victory.
What was happening? Did Ye Xiangyang have divine assistance?
With every exchange, Ye Xiangyang found himself reaping more benefits. Initially, he believed he had a solid grasp of the Southern Bear Fist, but he was now acutely aware of the vast gap between Ye Xiangguang and himself.
He continued to fight, meticulously observing every nuance of Ye Xiangguang's movements.
In just over fifteen minutes, they had executed the twelve techniques of the Southern Bear Fist more than a dozen times.
The more Ye Xiangyang fought, the richer his harvest of insights.
Then, abruptly, it was as if something within had shattered.
Ye Xiangyang's body quivered; he hadn't anticipated his Southern Bear Fist would reach the Great Completion Stage.
