Newborn Tiger, Grinding Teeth and Practicing Fangs, Awaiting Bloodshed

The rules of this world are split in half. One half belongs to the Emperor in the Golden Palace, and the other half is divided among three places: a thatched hut above Kunlun, the Heavenly Dragon Institute standing on the peak of a mountain range with an iron lock across the river, and the Daoist Sect, which is constantly being challenged by various experts.

In the thatched hut lives an old monster who has traveled the world without ever tasting defeat, yet he is filled with sorrow.

The Heavenly Dragon Institute is home to a group of lunatics who "hate that heaven has no handles and earth has no rings," pursuing the limits of strength. Experts whose fists can reach the divine emerge generation after generation.

As for the Daoist Sect, the brilliant array of experts who dared to cause trouble there in the past have long since turned to dust. Yet, the Daoist Sect remains the same, with clouds churning and pine needles evergreen. At most... a new coat of paint has been applied to the red wooden pillars.

When the current dynasty was newly established and unifying the system of weights and measures, the head of the Heavenly Dragon Institute and the leader of the Daoist Sect were invited as honored guests. Due to their differing schools of thought, disputes arose concerning martial arts. They argued incessantly, one speaking of Mystic Comprehension, the other of Core Formation. The head of the Heavenly Dragon Institute, who could only count to nine back then, was so enraged that he smashed the ancestors of various schools with his fists, drank three jars of strong liquor, and sat on the rooftop, cursing the founding emperor towards the capital for the duration of an incense stick. He left nine fist imprints on Heavenly Mechanism Peak before departing.

From that day on, all things under heaven were divided into Nine Ranks.

Among the lower three ranks, due to their widespread dissemination, the Seventh Rank weapons are considered top-tier by ordinary martial artists. Therefore, within these lower three ranks, there are further subdivisions into upper, middle, and lower tiers. The Ninth Rank is the lowest, merely mundane, while the Seventh Rank is the highest, considered a formidable weapon in the martial world.

As for the hardness of Eighth Rank wood, if one doesn't mind the inconvenience, finding a strong enough carpenter to carve a burning stick could also be considered an Eighth Rank weapon.

After Xiahou Xuan finished explaining in a tone mixed with gentleness and schadenfreude, Wang Anfeng's face turned somewhat pale, and he felt a faint ache in his fingers.

To seal his internal force and smash a hundred Eighth Rank trees with his bare hands...

Thinking about it this way, carrying ten thousand pounds of water would absolutely not be that simple.

Huangfu Xiong, patting Wang Anfeng on the shoulder with fellow feeling, sighed:

"Brother, the road ahead is long and arduous..."

Xiahou Xuan unfurled his fan and chuckled, "Why don't you just surrender now, so you'll have some strength left to face the punishment later?"

Wang Anfeng's eyes flickered slightly. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked at the yellow paper, and then back at the arena stage.

Master, is this a test you've set for your disciple?

I will show you.

His lowered fists clenched slightly. Wang Anfeng cupped his fists towards Xiahou Xuan and the others, then parted the crowd and strode towards the arena. On the stage, the tall and strong young man had already received a pair of fist guards made of a material resembling gold and jade from a tall and thin middle-aged man, placing them over his fists. He swung his fists, emitting a powerful punch that drew a round of admiration from below.

"Brother Zeng, what incredible external martial arts!"

A gentle-looking young girl watched the young man above with sparkling eyes, her hands clasped. A young man around twenty years old next to her chuckled:

"The Wangxian Zeng Family has always passed down external martial arts and fist techniques. Although he has only mastered thirty percent of his introductory external martial arts, they are already as hard as old pine bark. He hasn't learned their family's ultimate fist techniques yet, but this Foundation Establishment fist technique is simple and elegant, with considerable power. Plus, he got those Eighth Rank fist guards."

"Heh... he looks simple-minded, but he's quite shrewd. He used his double victories to claim a weapon. This 'Soaring Phoenix Finger Bindings' is not a sharp weapon, so it can be used. It really looks like he can win three matches in a row."

Wang Anfeng walked past them, his expression gradually recovering from the heated anticipation of the upcoming fight. His mind was as clear as a mirror as he observed his opponent on stage.

He excels at hard fist techniques, and with the recently acquired Eighth Rank weapon, I cannot confront him head-on.

However, judging by his previous exchange, he doesn't seem to be skilled in evasive maneuvers.

And he knows very little about me. I will use the Nine Palaces Step taught to me by Brother Xue, combined with the power-generating techniques of the Vigorous Step Technique, to feign being a martial artist who wins with speed and agility. He will surely underestimate my punching power. Then, I will find an opportunity to use the momentum of the Vigorous Step Technique to unleash my full strength and create an opening!

Wang Anfeng's eyes grew calmer. After interacting with Huangfu Xiong and the others, he realized how far he still had to go.

Even though he had about two hundred days' worth of cultivation time compared to ordinary people within the past hundred days, weren't all these people training martial arts since childhood?

I must proceed cautiously and steadily.

He stepped onto the stage and cupped his fists in greeting to the tall and strong young man. They stood on opposite sides of the arena. The middle-aged man acting as the arbitrator coughed and said, "Young heroes, you are not allowed to use sharp weapons this time. Otherwise, please give it your all. The match will end if one concedes or is knocked out of the ring."

"This is a sparring match, so please stop when you reach a point. Both of you, please begin..."

With that, he flickered and landed below the stage like an afterimage. A trace of nervousness uncontrollably appeared in Wang Anfeng's eyes. However, having already sparred with others and wanting to prove himself to his master, he directly launched a fierce attack. He stomped his right foot forward.

His internal force flowed, and with a muffled sound, Wang Anfeng's figure erupted like an enraged tiger. His fists moved in alternating strikes, and his body generated a gust of wind as he charged towards his opponent. Zeng Bo adopted a defensive stance with a serious expression. But just as the two were about to clash, Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth fiercely and forcibly changed his footwork.

Heaven as Qian, Fire Heaven as Da You.

Six Palaces - Qian.

Swish!

Zeng Bo's right fist only grazed the flowing sleeve that moved like clouds. His vision blurred, and the person was gone. Below, Xue Thirteen's eyes brightened slightly, and he let out a soft "Oh." On the stage, Wang Anfeng had moved from Zeng Bo's blind spot to his back. He lunged forward, his right fist smashing towards the latter's neck. Zeng Bo stepped forward, turning to deliver a killing blow, but Wang Anfeng was merely setting a trap to create an opening. His strength was not fully exerted, and his footwork shifted again. Zeng Bo's fist once again grazed his hem.

The two crossed paths like water flowing over mountains, never truly clashing, yet the subtlety and brilliance of their movements far surpassed what had come before, eliciting cheers. The young man in the crowd chuckled and turned to speak to his friend. In his eyes, the match was already over.

Using agile movement techniques to execute intricate footwork in combat is clearly damaging one's body.

He's clearly a novice.

The two on stage separated after a brief touch. Wang Anfeng remained calm, pulling away to a corner of the stage. However, at this moment, Zeng Bo's lips curved into a slight smile, causing Wang Anfeng's heart to skip a beat.

The next moment, accompanied by a furious roar, the tall and strong young man's speed suddenly increased, like a furiously galloping ox. In just a few steps, he caught up to Wang Anfeng and unleashed a powerful punch, creating a fierce gust of wind. His agility was far beyond what it had been before.

Wang Anfeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

I've fallen into his trap!

He seemed to hear his father's booming laughter and helpless words again: What you think is true is just your own assumption.

That is not the actual truth.

Facing an opponent who erupted with even greater power, and with the edge of the stage behind him, he was in a desperate situation. However, a stubborn flame suddenly ignited in Wang Anfeng's eyes. He stopped his footwork directly, withdrew his left palm, and thrust his right fist forward fiercely. His spine surged, and the full force of the Vigorous Step Technique poured into this punch. His eyes locked onto his opponent, and without retreating, he met the attack with an attack!

All around, cheers erupted for Zeng Bo's victory. Below, Xue Thirteen watched the nearly defeated young man, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Huangfu, you said he was like a newborn tiger, sharpening its teeth, waiting to slaughter mercilessly?"

"Now, the first prey has appeared."

Xiahou Xuan sneered, "But he's about to be defeated."

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens."

Huangfu Xiong tilted his head back and swallowed some wine, looking at Xue Thirteen, "What kind of unexpected event?"

Xue Thirteen gazed at the stage, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

"Anfeng's punches are very hard, and very heavy."

On the stage, two fists collided heavily. Zeng Bo's right arm was still bulging with muscles like a mountain rock, but the smile on his face began to twist due to the intense pain.

Soaring Phoenix Finger Bindings, an Eighth Rank glove, neither gold nor wood, made of rare jade.

Cracks were appearing on this weapon. An incredibly fierce force, like a restrained fierce tiger, caused his arm extreme pain, and veins involuntarily bulged on his forehead. The youth below noticed the silence, turned his head, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his mouth fell open unconsciously.

How is this possible?!

He had only spoken three sentences with his friends...

How could it be...

Wang Anfeng's black hair drooped slightly, obscuring his eyes. He suddenly shook his wrist, and the set of Eighth Rank gloves exploded, shattering into pieces on the ground, revealing Zeng Bo's right fist, which was already covered in bruises. Below, Xue Thirteen let out a hearty laugh, his eyes seeming to see a beautiful existence that was extremely worth looking forward to, shimmering like the world of Kunlun glazed glass.

"Heavy enough to ignore the level of Eighth Rank gold and jade."

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