Guiyuan Hall, rear courtyard.
Inside an ancient, unadorned hall.
A powerfully built middle-aged man with a square face and hard, well-defined features lifted his teacup and drained it in one gulp, his gaze settling on the young man below.
Below stood a young man dressed in brocade robes, looking like the son of a wealthy family. He appeared to be just over twenty and was currently practicing a fist technique.
His movements were swift and tyrannical, broad and sweeping. Every motion carried sharp bursts of compressed air, radiating immense force.
"Ha!"
At last, as the man twisted his body and threw a punch, dense fist winds tore through the air, unleashing explosive cracks like tiger roars.
The two guards standing at either side of the hall lost focus in their eyes, their bodies swaying uncontrollably as they nearly collapsed to the ground.
Only after a long moment did they recover, their gazes toward the young man below filled with shock and reverence.
"Master, what do you think? Is my Rampaging Tiger Soul Scattering Fist any good?"
The young man withdrew his fist and stood straight. Sensing the gazes of the two guards behind him, a trace of pride appeared on his face before he looked expectantly toward the middle-aged man above.
The middle-aged man set down his teacup, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Not bad. You have already cultivated this Soul Scattering Fist to perfection. Wei'er, you may now begin cultivating the Mad Tiger Swallowing Elephant Technique. With the foundation of having perfected both the Rampaging Tiger Soul Scattering Fist and the Mani Giant Elephant Technique..."
"Your cultivation of the Mad Tiger Swallowing Elephant Technique will be a smooth road all the way until the Divine Form Seventh Transformation."
Upon hearing this, the brocade-robed youth's face lit up