Peace of Mind! Heading to Tianxiang!

"All right, let big brother see what you can do." Li Bufan stepped back a few paces and stood with his hands behind his back.

Li Ping'an took a deep breath and assumed his stance. He unfolded the Mighty Ox Fist, every move and form displayed in full.

His fists whistled through the air, his footing steady and grounded. Li Bufan responded with the same Mighty Ox Fist, but suppressed his cultivation to Li Ping'an's level.

The two traded blows in the courtyard. Li Ping'an's comprehension was exceptional; he had already cultivated the Mighty Ox Fist to perfection, and every move was executed with proper form.

Yet compared with Li Bufan, he lacked a touch of natural ease.

Throughout their sparring, Li Bufan offered pointers from time to time. "That punch had enough force, but its angle was off by three parts."

"You pulled that move back too quickly. The essence of the Mighty Ox Fist lies in momentum. Before the momentum is spent, the fist does not withdraw."

"Your footwork is too rigid. The fist must be alive, and so must the steps."

Li Ping'an grasped the meaning at once, and his fist technique gradually began to change. No longer were they rigid, fixed forms; they carried his own understanding.

His fists moved with his intent, his momentum turned with his heart. Every move was like antelope horns hanging from a tree—no trace to follow.

Doctor Liu watched from the side, nodding repeatedly.

After several dozen exchanges, Li Bufan withdrew his hand and laughed. "Good! Ping'an, reaching this level in the Mighty Ox Fist is no easy feat. Even your big brother back then might not have had your talent for comprehension."

Li Ping'an panted heavily, rubbing his reddened fists as he muttered, "Big brother, your body is so