"Ha!"
Mao Lang let out a piercing cry, his body turning into a black shadow as he came howling in.
Though his fist style bore traces of the Vajra Fist, every move carried a powerful personal style.
Swift as a gale, he kept his center of gravity pressed low, both arms hanging near the ground as though he were a beast walking on all fours.
Having grown up among wild beasts, he had formed such habits. His attacking posture closely resembled the way beasts hunted prey.
This style had great advantages: fast speed, a stable center of gravity, and fewer areas exposed to attack.
He circled Wu Yanyi as he threw punches, looking exactly like a beast tearing, biting, clawing, and gouging. Every strike was lethally destructive.
"Proficient Internal Force."
Zhou You heard the Inner Court disciples murmuring their assessment.
He himself had only just entered the Internal Force level. He still had a long way to go before reaching Proficient Internal Force.
The technique Lu Qiang had demonstrated for him earlier—compressing Martial Force into threads and passing them through the eye of a needle without damaging the steel needle—was the realm of Proficient Internal Force, and also the mark of great accomplishment at the Internal Force level.
Though Mao Lang moved almost like a beast, he possessed genius-level strength. Through his own comprehension, he had honed his Martial Force to the Proficient level.
With his every move, his teeth, fingernails, even his shoulders and elbows—every part that could be used to attack—were infused with Martial Force.
Zhou You recognized the gap between himself and his opponent.
Old Mao Liu was a martial arts master, his standing equal to Wang Jianxiong's. The youth he had made an exception to take as a disciple could not possibly be an ordinary genius.