Refining Qi into Gang! Red Sun Art!

Life became peaceful again, and Tang Jie cultivated calmly every day.

What was different from before was that the Spirit Gathering Plate now had enough spirit stones to be powered, and Tang Jie's cultivation speed for the Boyhood Art had more than tripled.

Apart from visiting the martial arts arena once a month, Tang Jie stayed at home cultivating the Boyhood Art. With such arduous training, Tang Jie's progress was undoubtedly astonishing!

Time flowed, winter passed and spring arrived. A year had passed since his encounter with Black Cliff. It was now winter. Tang Jie sat under the large tree in the courtyard, cultivating with his eyes closed.

Large snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on Tang Jie, but he was completely unaware.

Before long, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and Tang Jie's body was also covered in white snow.

"Rumble!"

Within Tang Jie's body, his true qi circulated at an exaggerated speed. As it continuously circulated, it seemed to break through a certain boundary. In an instant, from Tang Jie's dantian and meridians, a torrent of powerful true qi was born. Tang Jie's originally silvery-white true qi had now undergone a qualitative change and began to turn red!

"Whoosh!"

A violent red light erupted, dazzling and brilliant, like a small sun, illuminating the dimly lit courtyard of the evening as if it were daytime.

The brilliant red light emitted a scorching power, causing the snow on and under Tang Jie to begin melting.

Within a three-meter radius around Tang Jie, the accumulated snow melted into water, and the water was completely evaporated, revealing the dry ground!

The surging true qi could make any martial artist's expression change drastically, seeing it as a divine intervention. They would never have imagined that a martial artist's power could reach such a terrifying level!

The true qi within Tang Jie's body expanded to its limit, making him feel as if his body were about to split open. However, under Tang Jie's continuous compression, this expanding true qi slowly became condensed.

The originally thin true qi increased in quality by more than tenfold, transforming into red gang qi!

Refining Qi into Gang, the highest realm of the Boyhood Art! The Red Sun Art, achieved!

"Finally... it's done!"

Tang Jie opened his eyes, a hint of unspeakable joy and complexity appearing on his face.

Tang Jie had started cultivating the Boyhood Art when he was ten years old. He had spent nearly ten years of arduous training, not slacking off for a single day, and finally succeeded in advancing the Boyhood Art to its highest realm, the Red Sun Art, today!

"Hoo!"

Tang Jie exhaled a breath towards the branches above his head.

"Whoosh!"

A red qi-arrow condensed and shot out, covering a distance of two to three meters. Wherever it passed, the falling snowflakes were evaporated into mist. The red qi-arrow struck a tree branch about the thickness of a thumb.

"Crack!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the branch was struck, broken, and shattered, falling to the ground as if hit by a bullet.

Exhaling qi like arrows!

"Is this the Red Sun Art? My power has increased nearly tenfold. Refining Qi into Gang, exhaling qi into arrows, capable of killing enemies from ten feet away! This is the realm of a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

Tang Jie's face could not hide his excitement and ecstasy.

Strong, so strong! It was completely incomparable to before!

After cultivating the Red Sun Art, Tang Jie's power surged. In terms of internal energy cultivation, he was now comparable to a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

Martial Arts Grandmaster, this was the highest realm of martial artists that Tang Jie knew. Reaching the realm of a Martial Arts Grandmaster meant one's cultivation was extraordinary and transcendent. They could exhale qi into arrows, move like the wind, and were far beyond the comparison of ordinary martial artists.

Martial Arts Grandmasters could establish their own sects. The number of Martial Arts Grandmasters in this world was very limited, and each one was a renowned figure!

Tang Jie, only twenty years old this year, had entered the realm of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. This was undoubtedly astonishing, even a rare achievement in history!

Name: Tang Jie

Martial Arts: Boyhood Art (Fifth Level Red Sun Art 1%), Iron Cutting Saber Art (Mastered 31%), Basic Flying Knife (Peak 20%)

Potential Points: 25 points

Tang Jie opened his attribute panel and took a look. As the Boyhood Art entered the realm of the Red Sun Art, Tang Jie's Potential Points surged to 25 points, making his cultivation talent even more monstrous.

"Could it be that Martial Arts Grandmaster is the highest endpoint of martial arts?"

Tang Jie began to ponder. He did not believe that the endpoint and limit of martial arts were here. There must be higher realms for martial artists. Just because no one had seen them did not mean they didn't exist!

"I must reach the realm that no one has reached!" Tang Jie clenched his fists, his eyes filled with firm, excited light. Martial arts meant surpassing limits!

Just because others couldn't reach a realm didn't mean he couldn't!

To Tang Jie, the Martial Arts Grandmaster was not the end, but the beginning.

Calming his emotions, Tang Jie glanced at the empty, snow-covered courtyard. Drops of snowflakes fell, but before they could land on Tang Jie, they were evaporated into nothingness by the scorching gang qi emanating from Tang Jie's body.

"Father hasn't returned this month yet? He's been gone for over a month."

Tang Jie scratched his head. Tang Tianhao had been out for a very long time this time.

But fortunately, Tang Jie was almost used to it. They were all adults and had their own things to do.

"I need to go to the martial arts arena tomorrow, so I'll rest for a bit." Having finally advanced the Boyhood Art to its highest realm, the Red Sun Art, Tang Jie felt much more relaxed. He decided to rest for one night and participate in the martial arts competition in Lingyue City tomorrow.

Time came to the night of the next day, in a large hall of the Lingwu Martial Arts Arena in Lingyue City.

Tang Jie looked at Manager Mu in front of him in silence.

Manager Mu said apologetically, "Tang Jie, please say goodbye to everyone for today's match... I'm sorry."

"I understand," Tang Jie said with a smile, not adding anything further.

Today was Tang Jie's final match at the arena. It wasn't that Tang Jie no longer wished to compete, but rather that the Lingwu Martial Arts Arena no longer wanted him to.

The reason was quite simple: Tang Jie, this Dou King, had brought immense crowds to the arena. However, Tang Jie had gradually begun to cause the arena to incur losses.

The most significant reason was Tang Jie's undefeated streak. Whenever he entered the ring, there was no suspense; he defeated his opponents with ease in a single blow, 100% of the time!

This led everyone to bet on Tang Jie to win. Although a few people tried to bet on underdogs, they were very few. Betting on Tang Jie guaranteed a win, which meant the arena was guaranteed to lose money!

Not to mention, Tang Jie's appearance fee for a single match was now a staggering five thousand taels of silver!

Over time, almost everyone bet on Tang Jie to win. Even though the arena had lowered the odds to the absolute minimum, they still couldn't stop the losses.

Previously, the arena had approached Tang Jie, suggesting he could go easy on his opponents to allow the arena to profit. However, Tang Jie was unwilling to participate in such match-fixing, so today, Manager Mu had requested to terminate their cooperation.

In other words, today was Tang Jie's final match at the arena!

Tang Jie understood this. Everyone was motivated by profit.

"Please welcome our arena's undefeated king, the Bull Demon King!"

At this moment, the host's booming voice echoed through the arena.

"Bull Demon King! Bull Demon King!"

The fervent cheers sounded like a mountain erupting and a tsunami crashing.

"Go on, say goodbye to everyone," Manager Mu sighed. He had never seen a martial artist as outstanding as Tang Jie.

"Okay," Tang Jie nodded, putting on the bull-head mask.