Bright Moon Art! Super First-Rate Martial Artist!

The Iron Cutting Saber Art, now perfected to the realm of 'supernatural proficiency,' had elevated Tang Jie's strength to a new level. Few warriors in this world could withstand a single strike from him.

Tang Jie's life suddenly became peaceful again, much like before. Every day was dedicated to cultivation. Of course, he would set aside two days each month to travel to Lingyue City and participate in martial arts tournaments, earning a substantial amount of silver for his training.

Time flew by, and a year and a month had passed. Tang Jie was now just over nineteen years old!

Beneath the moonlight, in his courtyard, Tang Jie sat cross-legged. Within his dantian, a surging inner strength churned within his body, tempering his muscles and bones.

That churning inner strength was undergoing a transformation, gradually becoming as silvery-white and cool as moonlight.

A silvery-white glow emanated from Tang Jie's body. The moonlight from the sky cascaded down, falling upon him as if he were draped in a silver veil, shimmering in harmony with the moon above!

"Whoosh!"

Tang Jie unleashed a palm strike towards a large tree behind him. Though his palm was a foot away from the tree, a silver qi blade erupted, sharp as a saber and sword, slicing through the tree trunk and leaving a half-foot deep wound!

"Finally... broken through!"

Tang Jie exclaimed. With the ample support of Qi and Blood Pills and his ever-increasing Potential Points, his Boyhood Art had reached its fourth layer in just over a year, significantly less time than it took for the previous three layers.

Name: Tang Jie

Martial Arts: Boyhood Art (Fourth Layer: Bright Moon Art 1%), Iron Cutting Saber Art (Supernatural Proficiency 5%)

Potential Points: 17

Boyhood Art Fourth Layer, the Bright Moon Art!

Upon reaching this stage of cultivation, his internal energy was exceptionally profound, with few able to match it. This Boyhood Art, which required accumulation, grew increasingly potent in its later stages.

With the Boyhood Art reaching its fourth layer, his internal energy transformed into Radiant Moon Qi, capable of cleaving metal and severing iron, and injuring opponents from a distance!

Furthermore, when circulating his energy, all muscles in his body, except for vital areas like his eyes and groin, would become as hard as refined steel, allowing him to withstand heavy blows from enemies without any damage!

"My current internal cultivation can be considered super first-rate, rare even in this world," Tang Jie thought to himself. Having cultivated the Boyhood Art to the fourth layer, Tang Jie's internal energy had reached a terrifying level, even capable of manifesting three-dimensional true qi to injure opponents from afar. This was a super first-rate standard!

The warriors capable of defeating Tang Jie in this world were likely only those renowned Martial Arts Grandmasters!

A first-rate warrior, starting martial arts from a young age, required nine parts effort and one part talent. With diligent practice for half a century, they could generally achieve this level.

To reach the super first-rate realm, one needed not only ten parts effort but also ten parts talent, coupled with decades or even a century of arduous training. Such individuals could dominate and remain undefeated among all warriors!

As for those above them, known as Martial Arts Grandmasters, they were essentially at the pinnacle of martial arts, able to establish sects and command respect. There were fewer than a handful of such individuals in the entire world.

Currently, Tang Jie was practically at the peak of the martial path!

However, despite this progress, another challenge presented itself to Tang Jie.

"The final layer of the Boyhood Art is not easy to master. The Qi and Blood Pills I consume for cultivation have significantly reduced their supplementary effect."

Tang Jie chuckled wryly to himself.

The final layer of the Boyhood Art, the Red Sun Art, would grant nearly ten times the power of the previous four layers upon completion. However, due to this, the difficulty of achieving this stage was unimaginably high; one might not even succeed in a lifetime.

Throughout the history of those who practiced the Boyhood Art, those who reached this stage were likely rare exceptions!

Tang Jie would practically need to treat Qi and Blood Pills like candy. It was impossible to say how long it would take him to master it!

"Haste makes waste. I'll rest tonight, and tomorrow I have to go to Lingyue City for the martial arts tournament."

Tang Jie shook his head, stretched, and decided to rest for the night. Tomorrow, he would head to Lingyue City to participate in the martial arts tournament at the Lingwu Martial Arts Arena!

Time had advanced to the evening of the next day. The Lingwu Martial Arts Arena was brightly lit. For most people, this was the time to prepare for sleep and rest, but for the spectators at the arena, the day was just beginning. The martial arts tournament, which they had awaited for a month, was finally opening, and their anticipation was at its peak!

"In Lingyue City... there's actually a place like this? So many people... all the seats are full..."

At this moment, a tall middle-aged man sat in a seat, looking around in astonishment. This martial arts arena, located underground, was incredibly lively.

If Tang Jie saw this middle-aged man, he would be greatly surprised, as this person was none other than his father, Tang Tianhao!

Tang Tianhao was filled with shock. This was his first time visiting the arena, and the scene was astonishing. The arena was completely packed, with not an empty seat in sight. Some people, lacking seats, were simply standing to watch.

The air within the arena was hot, like a furnace, but everyone was incredibly excited, their faces flushed with anticipation for the start of the fights.

"Brother Tang, I didn't expect so many people today either. Fortunately, we arrived early, or we'd be standing too," said a man in green sitting in the seat next to Tang Tianhao, smiling.

"Mm," Tang Tianhao agreed with a nod, then asked curiously, "Will there really be any experts participating in this underground martial arts arena?"

"Of course. Those qualified to participate in the tournaments are not weak. Even first-rate experts participate. It's held once a month, with a total of twenty warriors engaging in ten matches. The most anticipated is the climactic blood fight, where two warriors fight to the death. We can even place bets! Let's have a go!"

The man in green replied excitedly.

"The most anticipated isn't the blood fight anymore, but the ninth match, the one featuring the Bull Demon King!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man interjected. This interrupter was none other than Cheng Yuan, and he spoke with evident pride.

"Bull Demon King? Who's that?" the man in green asked, confused. He hadn't visited the arena in nearly two years and didn't know who this "Bull Demon King" was.

"The Bull Demon King, he's the undefeated king of the blood fight arena! He's participated in thirteen tournaments, winning all thirteen matches. Not only that, but he crushes his opponents wildly, severing their weapons with a single strike and shattering their will! No matter who it is, they aren't worthy of him using a second strike!"

A man in fine clothes in the seats behind them, overhearing the conversation, excitedly explained.

"That powerful? Then why doesn't he participate in the blood fight?" the man in green asked, sounding somewhat skeptical. As far as he knew, the tenth match, the blood fight, was the most anticipated and held the highest stakes.

The man in fine clothes chuckled, "The Bull Demon King doesn't avoid the blood fight; it's just that no one is willing to engage him in one. After all... the Bull Demon King is too strong. Daring to fight him to the death would mean a 100% certainty of death. Who would dare risk their life against him?"

The man in green and Tang Tianhao were both astonished. This Bull Demon King... seemed truly formidable, so much so that no one was willing to fight him to the death. It was simply because any warrior who had witnessed his prowess felt they had no chance of victory against him, believing it to be a certain death!

In a blood fight, the match only ends when one party is killed. In such a situation, who would dare to face the Bull Demon King? It would be suicidal, and no one was foolish enough to do that!