Heavy Peak Martial Hall.
In a secluded courtyard, a youth who looked no older than seventeen wore the martial hall's standard-issue martial robe.
With his legs bent and crossed, he stood in the center of the courtyard in a strange stance-training posture. His physique was lean and powerful, not as burly as the hall's other official students, yet he radiated a weightiness far beyond theirs.
Looking closely, a dark yellow sheen could be seen faintly emerging over his skin. That mountain-heavy aura came from it.
"Hah!"
As the youth accumulated more and more energy, he let out a thunderous shout and punched, sending a mass of dark yellow energy surging forward like a mountain.
At the other end of the courtyard, Hall Master Wan Shan casually raised a hand and grasped, crushing that dense mass of origin astral force.
Sensing the strength of the energy in his palm, he made no effort to hide his approval.
"Good, very good. Huo'er, now that you've successfully become a Combat Master and condensed heavy mountain origin astral force, you'll absolutely make a stunning debut in this fighting tournament. Your elite quota place is already nailed down. All the resources I spent on you haven't gone to waste."
Looking at his youngest disciple, he felt more satisfied than ever.
Ever since the boy was young, he had spared no resources to hone his foundations, and the boy had indeed done him proud, displaying a cultivation speed far beyond the other students from the moment he began training.
In the end, just as he had anticipated, the boy had actually succeeded in condensing special yuan gang.
The ability to condense special yuan gang was itself proof of his talent.
"Well done, Xiao Huo! That's my son!"
Wan Zhong's voice rang out in the courtyard.
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