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"Orchid Finger Acupoint Strike."

Huang Yaoshi curled his thumb and forefinger together, slightly spreading the remaining three fingers. His hand extended like an orchid branch, the posture exquisitely graceful.

Fast, precise, strange, clear.

Where his fingers brushed, it was like flourishing spring orchids. His movements were elegant, his bearing leisurely, as though he had done nothing at all.

A piercing force entered Fang Xuan's arm through Huang Yaoshi's fingertips. In an instant, a numb, swollen sensation spread from his arm.

Though Fang Xuan's powerful body forced it out moments later, the profundity of this technique was still apparent.

Fang Xuan realized that he had been too arrogant. Though the Eternal Life Great World possessed overwhelming martial power capable of destroying heaven and earth, these Small Worlds were not without their merits.

For example, their control over Techniques and force was uniquely refined in its subtleties.

Roar—

Fang Xuan let out a furious roar, his blood and qi surging as he leaped into the air.

"Crane Claw Catches Snake!"

Cry—

Cry—

Cry—

The onlookers felt as though a white crane had descended from the sky. The crane was as large as a calf, its wings spread like those of an immortal bird, while they themselves were little snakes hiding in the grass, trembling before it. Fear erupted from the depths of their hearts.

Yang Guo was the first to react, an expression of extreme shock appearing on his face.

"Artistic conception? It's actually an artistic conception attack."

No one understood this form of attack better than Yang Guo. His Heartbroken Palm carried spiritual attacks as well, yet he had never expected to encounter such a technique again today.

The Heartbroken Palm was a technique he had created in the depths of extreme grief. Those heartbroken by parting knew no sorrow greater than separation. By incorporating one's state of mind into the palm art, one could drag an opponent into one's own mental state during an attack, destroying their spirit. It was incomparably fierce, matched only by the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Guo Jing also awoke from that artistic conception and subconsciously glanced at Yang Guo.

Fang Xuan was merely testing the waters. After martial arts cultivation reached the Divine Transformation Realm, once one's spiritual cultivation reached a certain level, one could affect an enemy's consciousness.

Though Fang Xuan had yet to reach the Divine Transformation Realm, cultivating the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill yesterday had greatly increased his spiritual power, allowing him to comprehend a trace of the mysteries of spiritual attacks.

As expected of one of the Five Greats, Huang Yaoshi quickly awoke from Fang Xuan's spiritual attack. Unfortunately, he was still a little too late.

Fang Xuan's five fingers, sharp as blades, clamped directly onto Huang Yaoshi's shoulder. With the slightest squeeze, he could crush it to pieces.

Roar—

A dragon-shaped force rushed at him head-on. Its sound tearing through the air was like a dragon's roar, sweeping up dust and wind all around.

Tyrannical.

Mighty.

Fierce.

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up as well. He shouted, "Excellent palm art."

As he spoke, he slapped out with his right hand as well.

Rumble!

The dragon-shaped force was directly shattered, but what followed was Guo Jing's unending palm force.

Abandoning Huang Yaoshi, Fang Xuan took a step forward, instantly radiating dominance.

His body was like a fierce tiger, his stride like a dragon's movement.

His body was like a great river, its waters surging in tides. His fist shot forth like a cannon, his breath trembling through his sinews and bones. Faintly, it seemed as though thunder raged in fury, like a heavenly god descending to the mortal world.

A long breath flowed from his mouth and nose, like a dragon's chant.

The sound of air exploding was like cannon fire, shaking their eardrums.

Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing's expressions changed drastically. They circulated their internal energy with all their strength and raised their palms to meet him.

Rumble—

The other spectators nearby also paled slightly, watching Guo Jing and Huang Yaoshi with concern.

His fist emerged like a dragon, sending the two flying backward. Even after landing, they staggered back several steps before dispersing the force in their bodies.

Guo Jing calmed the turbulent internal energy in his chest and praised, "Excellent fist art. I have lost."

Though Huang Yaoshi's expression was unsightly, a loss was a loss and a win was a win. He stood to the side without saying much.

Fang Xuan cupped his hands as well, though inwardly he believed that he had lost.

He had said he would use thirty percent of his strength, yet he had used fifty percent just now.

There was no helping it. If he unleashed the full power of thirteen horses, he could suppress even some weaker Mystic Divine Realm experts, let alone martial arts masters from this Small World.

"My thanks." Fang Xuan said, cupping his hands.

"You didn't use internal energy just now. Was it all purely physical strength?" Huang Yaoshi suddenly asked.

Fang Xuan nodded. "What I cultivate is a body-tempering art similar to the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. I am not skilled in internal energy."

"So that's how it is."

"Haha, Old Eccentric Huang, my master said he isn't skilled in internal energy, and you believed he truly wasn't? Let me tell you, every time the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art is used, it can carry back a portion of heaven and earth's power into the body, increasing one's cultivation. Even a third-rate martial artist who learns the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art will become an expert with profound internal energy." Old Imp said smugly.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes widened. "Is that true?"

Old Imp grinned and chopped at the air.

An invisible palm force blasted into the ground beneath his feet. Accompanied by a muffled boom, a huge hole appeared in the earth.

"What do you think?"

Huang Yaoshi had known Old Imp for a long time and naturally understood his martial arts extremely well. That move was called the Void Severing Palm, and he himself had taught it to Old Imp. He knew its power well. The Old Imp of a day ago could not have unleashed such palm force.

Huang Yaoshi sighed and cupped his hands. "I concede wholeheartedly. Little Brother Fang, may this old man witness the power of the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art?"

The others also looked at Fang Xuan with curiosity.

Fang Xuan nodded. "Very well. The Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art was indeed said to have been passed down by the ancient immortal master Guang Chengzi, though I do not know whether that is true. It has four levels: wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. Each level multiplies its power and can invoke celestial phenomena, wielding the might of heaven and earth."

Wrath of the Lightning God.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered overhead. Lightning flashed, and thunder writhed like frenzied serpents, forming behind Fang Xuan into a thunder giant dozens of meters tall.

Rumble!

The surrounding onlookers felt their chests tighten, as if they stood before the Thunder God of heaven and earth. Their expressions changed wildly, faces filled with shock.

One punch struck out, and the earth shook as the mountains trembled.

When the thunder giant dissipated, a ravine five meters wide and dozens of meters long lay before them.

Everyone stared at the ravine in horror. No one had imagined that a martial art could cause such an enormous disturbance.

Master Yideng forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and deeply recited a Buddhist invocation. "Amitabha."

Guo Jing said in astonishment, "Can human strength truly reach such Divine Power? How is this any different from immortal arts?"

"What a divine skill. I, Yang Guo, have truly been a frog at the bottom of a well."

"I took pride in being a grandmaster, yet compared to this, the martial arts I created are merely fireflies before the bright moon."

Even Huang Yaoshi, who had always been proud and domineering, sighed inwardly at the sight before him.

Fang Xuan took in everyone's reactions, a fox-like smile appearing on his face. "Want to learn? I'll teach you!"

"Hmm?"

"This..."

"Little Brother Fang, do you truly mean that?"

Fang Xuan laughed heartily. "Martial arts thrive through exchange. If you wish to learn, then of course you may."