Defeat, Wang Daoling, First

The silence in the training grounds lasted only a moment before erupting into a frenzy. Everyone present was a teenager, barely seventeen or eighteen, with vigorous Qi and Blood. They were the most susceptible to provocation, and Wang Yue's proactive challenge was, in their eyes, an outright display of contempt.

"This kid is too arrogant! He just joined the Martial Academy and he's already talking like that?"

"Just you wait, someone's definitely going to teach him a lesson!"

Amidst the murmurs, a sturdy-looking disciple emerged from the crowd. He walked up to Wang Yue, cupped his hands in a formal greeting, and said in a steady tone, "I am Wang Ling'an from the third branch. Please guide me."

Wang Ling'an was considered outstanding among the Martial Academy disciples, having already condensed four strands of Qi and Blood. From Wang Yue's build and aura, he judged that his opponent was by no means weak, yet he harbored no thought of retreating. A martial artist should, after all, define their martial path through sparring.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ling'an's four strands of Qi and Blood surged within him. The Harmonious Flow Fist whistled through the air, aiming directly for Wang Yue's chest with fierce, unreserved strikes.

But Wang Yue remained standing in his original spot, his posture as steady as a mountain. He deliberately restrained his fist strength, using only a force comparable to Wang Ling'an's. He raised his hand to block and then threw a punch. The two instantly exchanged several blows, the "bang bang" of their fists and palms clashing echoing across the training grounds.

Witnessing this, the crowd in the training grounds was greatly astonished. They were all aware of Wang Ling'an's strength; he ranked among the top ten of his peers. Yet, before Wang Yue, he was being dealt with effortlessly, without even Wang Yue's footsteps being shaken!

"Defeated."

Just as everyone was in shock, Wang Yue suddenly spoke softly. His fist technique changed abruptly, and a gentle yet irresistible force accurately landed on Wang Ling'an's shoulder.

Wang Ling'an felt a clever force transmit through his shoulder, instantly disrupting the Qi and Blood within him. His feet moved uncontrollably, staggering back several steps before he managed to stabilize himself.

His expression shifted repeatedly. He looked down at his own fist, then at Wang Yue, and finally let out a bitter smile. He said quietly, "Good martial arts. I've lost."

After speaking, he turned and walked off the field, his gaze towards Wang Yue filled with admiration.

Wang Yue did not leave the stage. Since he had decided to fight, he would see it through to the end. This was a good opportunity to verify the results of his recent cultivation.

He surveyed the surroundings and smiled slightly, "Senior Brother Wang Ling'an, you were too kind. Next, which Senior Brother is willing to come up for a spar?"

The entire place fell silent again. Wang Ling'an's defeat had caused many disciples to shed their dismissive attitudes, and no one dared to step forward lightly.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out, "Brother Wang, I've come to learn from you!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw Xu Li emerge from the crowd. He knew his own strength couldn't even match Wang Ling'an's, let alone defeat Wang Yue, but he still stepped onto the stage resolutely. He wanted to experience Wang Yue's boxing techniques once more.

Seeing it was him, a hint of warmth flashed in Wang Yue's eyes. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your help during this time. Come on."

The sparring began. Wang Yue once again retracted his fist strength, even deliberately slowing down his punching speed, imparting a sense of guidance as he exchanged blows with Xu Li.

As he punched, he softly reminded, "Sink your shoulders when you punch, otherwise the force will scatter. Your footwork needs to be more stable; don't get carried away by my rhythm."

Xu Li listened with utmost seriousness, responding with all his might. The two exchanged blows back and forth, engaging in dozens of rounds. The disciples watching were captivated, clearly seeing Xu Li's boxing stance becoming more solid under Wang Yue's guidance.

Finally, Wang Yue lightly landed a punch on Xu Li's arm, pushing him back half a step. He smiled and said, "You're improving very quickly."

Xu Li wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face beaming, "Brother Wang is the truly formidable one. I still have a long way to go!"

As soon as he stepped off the stage, disciples surrounded him, asking curiously, "Xu Li, did you and Wang Yue really come in from the backyard together? Was he this strong in the backyard before?"

Xu Li smiled and nodded, chatting with the crowd on the side, his words filled with admiration for Wang Yue.

At that moment, a cool and elegant figure stepped onto the field – Jiang Peiling.

She looked at Wang Yue with a complex expression, her heart filled with emotion. She possessed top-grade root bone talent and received considerable resources, yet even so, she couldn't even touch Wang Yue's heels. Now, in the Martial Academy, perhaps only a handful of people could truly spar with Wang Yue.

Those few were all senior students who had been in the Martial Academy for over two years. This was their last year in the academy; if they couldn't break through to the Energy Refining Realm, they would have to take up positions in the clan's industries.

"Please," Jiang Peiling said softly, a hint of unwillingness in her voice, but more so, respect for the strong.

Wang Yue smiled slightly, "Please."

As the words fell, Jiang Peiling attacked first. Her Harmonious Flow Fist was nearing minor completion, her fist wind sharp, and her footwork agile, making her several times stronger than Wang Ling'an.

Wang Yue felt the force in her punches, secretly adjusting his own power, and began to exchange blows with her.

As fist shadows intertwined, the air in the training grounds seemed to churn, forming a faint whirlwind. Their figures shuttled and clashed within the whirlwind.

Wang Yue mused inwardly, "Jiang Peiling's Harmonious Flow Fist is close to minor completion. She's much better than the previous few who fought, but unfortunately, it's still far from enough for me."

He didn't increase his power; instead, he deliberately showcased his boxing techniques. His moves were like butterflies flitting through flowers, flexible and varied, precisely interrupting Jiang Peiling's boxing routines multiple times, causing her offensive momentum to falter repeatedly.

Jiang Peiling became increasingly alarmed as she fought. She could clearly feel that Wang Yue's boxing was not only more exquisite than hers but also carried a sense of profound integration, as if no matter how she changed her moves, they could all be easily neutralized by him.

Finally, she took a step back voluntarily and said softly, "I lose."

After speaking, she turned and walked off the stage, her gaze towards Wang Yue filled with pure admiration.

After Jiang Peiling, another disciple in his twenties stepped onto the field. He was tall and thin, with sharp eyes, clearly indicating he had spent a long time in the Martial Academy.

"I am Wang Huo from the second branch. This is my last year in the Martial Academy. Please guide me," Wang Huo said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked Wang Yue with a punch. The Qi and Blood fluctuations in his fist were even more robust than Jiang Peiling's, clearly indicating he had condensed six strands of Qi and Blood.

Wang Yue raised his hand to block the punch, feeling a tremendous force surge towards him. He marveled inwardly, "Such great strength! His boxing is tricky, and he's incorporated his own understanding, clearly forming his own path. He's much stronger than my previous opponents."

This time, Wang Yue held nothing back. Seven strands of Qi and Blood surged within him, and the essence of the Great Accomplishment Harmonious Flow Fist was fully unleashed. His moves were flexible and varied, combining hardness and softness, each punch faster and stronger than the last.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three punches, Wang Huo was forced to retreat repeatedly. He clutched his chest, his face filled with shock, and exclaimed, "Amazing! I admit defeat wholeheartedly!"

The area below the stage instantly erupted. They all knew Wang Huo's strength; he ranked among the top three senior students in the Martial Academy. Yet, even so, he was defeated by Wang Yue in three punches!

Looking at the fervent gazes of the disciples below and listening to the continuous exclamations of astonishment, Wang Yue felt a surge of exhilaration. The seven strands of Qi and Blood within him seemed to be infected, becoming more lively, their circulation speed increasing.

"So, one's mindset can also affect Qi and Blood?" Wang Yue was somewhat surprised. This was an unexpected discovery.

He stood in the center of the arena, waiting for a short while. Seeing that no one else was coming up, he prepared to step off the stage.

But just then, someone suddenly shouted, "Eldest Senior Brother! Why aren't you going up? Teach this kid a lesson!"

"Yeah! Eldest Senior Brother, go! Let him see who the real number one in the Martial Academy is!"

All eyes instantly focused on Wang Daoling. He was the undisputed top disciple of the Martial Academy. If even he didn't make a move, this match would likely end with Wang Yue winning all his bouts.

Wang Daoling, who had been standing by with a blank expression, took a deep breath upon hearing the crowd's shouts. As if shedding an immeasurable burden from his heart, he stepped onto the stage and softly uttered two words to Wang Yue: "Please."

Seeing him enter the arena, Wang Yue's gaze sharpened. Wang Daoling was the true powerhouse among the Martial Academy disciples. This match would be the real test of his strength!

"Please!" Wang Yue responded in a deep voice, his Qi and Blood instantly boiling within him, his fighting spirit soaring to its peak.

Wang Daoling had been meticulously nurtured by his family since childhood. He never missed out on precious medicinal baths, and nourishing elixirs were as readily available to him as candy. His physique was exceptionally robust. Furthermore, due to his special upbringing, his root bone talent had been subtly nourished. Although he hadn't reached top-tier root bone talent, it was still better than ordinary top-grade root bone talent!

Without any hesitation, he threw out a punch. The punch was heavy and fierce, carrying a whistling sound as it tore through the air, aiming directly for Wang Yue's face. This punch condensed all his strength, its power several times greater than Wang Huo's!

Wang Yue's expression brightened. Feeling this familiar fist intent, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Good! Mastered Harmonious Flow Fist!"

He no longer held back, activating all seven channels of Qi and Blood within his body, making them circulate around him. He also unleashed the Mastered Harmonious Flow Fist, meeting Wang Daoling's punch with a fierce counter-attack!

"Bang!"

Their fists collided, and a wave of energy spread outwards from the two of them. The disciples below watched in shock. They hadn't expected Wang Yue to actually be able to contend with the Eldest Senior Brother, and even in terms of fist power, he was subtly suppressing Wang Daoling!

During the match, Wang Yue's perfected Harmonious Flow Fist Martial Soul, extracted from the Harmonious Flow Fist secret manual, began to quietly manifest within him. Black fist shadows continuously merged into his consciousness. As he threw punches, he rapidly absorbed the martial essence from the Martial Soul, his fist techniques becoming more fluid and sharper at a visible rate.

Wang Daoling, on the other hand, grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He could clearly feel Wang Yue's fist techniques constantly improving, and the pressure on him was growing. While he could still barely cope initially, as time went on, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Ah!" Wang Daoling roared, unleashing his internal Qi and Blood without reservation, attempting to leverage the advantage of his total Qi and Blood to forcefully counter Wang Yue and break the current stalemate.

But something unexpected happened to everyone. No matter how Wang Daoling increased the speed of his fist techniques or intensified his power, Wang Yue remained rooted to the spot, as if his feet were planted in the ground.

At this moment, a peculiar scene suddenly flashed through Wang Yue's mind: majestic mountains standing unmoving, and rushing rivers flowing with flexible changes. The mountains and rivers complemented each other, forming a realm of both hardness and softness.

The next second, his demeanor changed drastically. The agile aura that had been present earlier vanished, replaced by a heavy, majestic presence, like a newly emerged giant mountain that no one dared to look at directly.

"This punch, I yield," Wang Yue said softly. He threw out a punch. This punch made no earth-shattering sound as it tore through the air, but it carried an invincible aura. It landed precisely on Wang Daoling's chest.

Wang Daoling felt an irresistible, immense force surge through him. His internal Qi and Blood immediately became chaotic, and he staggered backward. Ultimately, he couldn't maintain his balance and sat down on the ground.

He felt the peculiar force within his body and suddenly smiled. This punch not only defeated him but also broke an invisible shackle on him!

"I lost," Wang Daoling said frankly, his tone devoid of any unwillingness, only admiration for the strong.

The disciples below were completely stunned, their mouths agape. No one spoke. Wang Daoling, the number one of the Martial Academy, had actually been defeated by Wang Yue!

The first to react was Xu Li. He excitedly waved his fists and shouted loudly, "Number one! Brother Wang Yue is number one!"

Following his shout, the disciples below also reacted. The cries of "Number one" rose and fell, echoing throughout the Martial Academy's training grounds. Even the stewards in the distance couldn't help but applaud.

In a corner, Wang Hu's face lit up with joy, his hands trembling slightly. He could never have imagined that an outer disciple he had casually befriended back then could grow to this extent, even defeating Wang Daoling and becoming the number one among the Martial Academy disciples!

By the window of the four-story building, Wang Hezheng watched the young man in the center of the arena, a smile appearing on his lips. He picked up his teacup and took a gentle sip.

Beside him, the man in black flashed a look of admiration and said with a smile, "Your Wang Clan has produced a good seedling."

Wang Hezheng did not deny it, merely stating calmly, "He is the one who strived for it.

"I recall your sect has a precedent of masters taking disciples on behalf of their seniors. See how he fares."

The man in black pondered for a moment before replying.

"It's not that simple. My senior brother can, but I cannot. For your sake, I'll mention it to my senior brother."