Chen Ping'an raised his left hand and clenched it into a fist. His right foot withdrew a step, then stamped heavily onto the ground as he spread into a Fist Stance—the Spinal Dragon he had learned in Lotus Flower Blessed Land. His spine rang like metal and stone trembling together. A surge of pure true qi drove his bones into ceaseless vibration; the bones pulled the muscles, the muscles moved his qi and blood, and his qi and blood in turn nourished his meridians. What appeared to be no more than a simple raised arm and withdrawn step was, in fact, the fusion of six stances, all smelted into a single furnace.
Chen Ping'an no longer deliberately concealed the spirit of his peak. His dense, unmatched fist intent burst forth like a flood crashing through a breached dam, pouring onto the snow-white divine dais. Layer upon layer of ripples spread outward in mad waves, instantly reaching beyond the dais, until even the cloudless blue heavens around them looked like an Ancient Mirror repeatedly washed by clear water.
From the opening movement of his stance to the circulation of his fist intent, Chen Ping'an concealed nothing at all, as though he were a wordless fist manual.
Those of later generations who wished to model themselves after this fist need only learn, record, imitate, and open their eyes wide to watch carefully.
The fist he delivered was the Godly Drumming Stance, charging forward without hesitation.
His two azure sleeves billowed like bellows, snapping loudly in the wind.
Ancient martial arts had been created single-handedly by Jiang She, the First Ancestor of the School of Military. His merit was beyond measure, for he had opened a third path distinct from divine powers and spell techniques.
If this Ancient Witch represented a lone peak