Perfected Fist Technique

Jiang Daoming looked at the only two figures remaining on the stage.

Li Qiming, dressed in a patched menial's uniform, and the young master in white robes, clad in snow-white garments.

"You two are very good..."

A trace of interest rose in Jiang Daoming's eyes. He wanted to see which of them would emerge victorious in the end.

He gradually increased the pressure. This time, he did so extremely slowly, because he could sense that both of them were nearing their limits.

Either could be eliminated at any moment.

Outside the stage.

Among the crowd gathered on the street, a group of menials from Laifu Restaurant slowly approached. At their head was the pale-faced Zhang Mingshun, holding a little girl's hand.

"Father, is that person on the stage the Brother Qiming you told me about?" The little girl wore two little pigtails sticking straight up, looking utterly adorable.

"Yes." Zhang Mingshun nodded heavily, his gaze fixed tensely on the stage.

These menials from Laifu Restaurant had never imagined that their boss would be this impressive. So many menials had been eliminated, yet their boss could still hold on?!

"Boss! Keep it up!"

One of the younger menials could not help shouting at Li Qiming.

At once, the menials who had already been eliminated began shouting along with him.

"Boss, keep it up!"

"Boss, keep it up!"

The crowd raised their arms and roared, their momentum steadily growing stronger!

The young master in white immediately frowned. He had not expected to face pressure from outside the stage as well.

He turned to look at Li Qiming, his heart sinking. This menial boss seemed not to have reached his limit yet?

"Hmph!"

The young master in white suddenly snorted and said to Jiang Daoming, "Elder, I request that you increase the pressure a little more!"

"Good! I'll grant your request!"

Jiang Daoming was unusually agreeable now. After all, he wanted to see the result sooner. The force of his Blood Qi abruptly rose by an inch.

Boom!

Though it was only an inch, the Blood Qi pressure had nearly doubled!

"Kid! Don't force yourself!" Veins bulged across the young master in white's face, and his entire body trembled as he gritted his teeth.

Veins also bulged across Li Qiming's face, and his whole body shook. He glanced at the young master in white, then said to Jiang Daoming, "Elder, I also request that you increase the pressure a little more!"

"What did you say?" The young master in white's eyes widened. He had already reached his physical limit, with both his Blood Qi and stamina on the verge of collapse.

The moment he heard Li Qiming's words, the last line of defense in his heart instantly crumbled!

With a thud, his body went limp, and he collapsed directly onto the ground!

Jiang Daoming froze, then gave Li Qiming a meaningful look.

The Blood Qi pressure around him immediately vanished.

That old bastard withdrew the pressure too quickly. Li Qiming did not react in time and nearly plunged headfirst to the ground.

"I announce that the sole victor of the second round, the Blood Qi Assessment, is Li Qiming!" Jiang Daoming declared in a deep voice.

Whoosh!

The moment those words were spoken, the more than one hundred menials below the stage burst into cheers!

"Boss is awesome!"

"Li Qiming, well done!"

"Everyone, rest for one hour and recover your Blood Qi. In one hour, the final round, the Fist Technique Assessment, will begin!"

After saying this, Jiang Daoming stepped down from the stage to drink tea.

Before leaving, however, he glanced at the young master in white lying on the ground and shook his head. "Actually, he had reached his limit as well. If the pressure had truly increased again, Li Qiming would likely have failed before you did! What a pity... your heart was not as strong as his!"

With that, he turned and left.

Upon hearing this, the young master in white's face turned the color of pig liver, incomparably ugly! He was filled with boundless regret!

He looked toward Li Qiming, who was the center of everyone's attention and being cheered by the crowd, and grew even angrier.

He rose to his feet, glared at Li Qiming, and gritted his teeth.

"You're despicable!"

"Hm? I merely used your own method against you. Why are you angry?"

Li Qiming blinked innocently.

The young master in white froze. Only then did he remember that he had been the one to play dirty first. For a moment, he was speechless. His chest tightened, and he nearly spat blood from rage.

This time, he had lifted a stone only to smash his own foot!

"Hmph!"

His expression shifted from green to red, and in the end, he merely snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and left.

Below the stage.

"Brother Kun... I never expected this kid to be so formidable?"

Ah Kun narrowed his eyes and carefully scrutinized Li Qiming on the stage.

The lackey beside him continued, "Brother Kun, do you think this kid might really take first place and become a Registered Disciple?"

"It won't be that easy..." Ah Kun shook his head.

He slowly analyzed the matter.

"The first round, Root Bone, tests potential."

"The second round, Blood Qi, tests strength and willpower."

"The third round, fist technique, tests comprehension!"

"On the martial path, Root Bone is important, but without comprehension, it is difficult to go far... Li Qiming's potential is average, and his strength and willpower are decent, but as for his comprehension... that depends on how he performs in the next round."

After Li Qiming stepped down from the stage, the menials from Laifu Restaurant quickly brought over a chair for him to rest in.

He had no time to greet everyone. He immediately sat down to regulate his breathing and recover his Blood Qi and stamina, preparing for the next Fist Technique Assessment.

The second round had truly been exhausting. As Elder Jiang had said, his Blood Qi and stamina had both bottomed out, nearly completely depleted.

However... he still had one last thing to rely on.

That was the trace of Flood Dragon Bloodline granted to him by the Blood Dragon Pill!

That sliver of bloodline coiled within his dantian.

If Elder Jiang had truly unleashed another wave of pressure just now, all he needed to do was activate that trace of Flood Dragon Bloodline, and his Blood Qi and stamina would instantly recover!

That was the benefit of the Flood Dragon Bloodline. It could restore his entire condition to its original state in an instant.

It could even make him erupt with greater power and become stronger.

And that was not even the greatest benefit of the Flood Dragon Bloodline.

Its greatest benefit was that it resided in the dantian, nourishing the internal organs and slowing aging!

For example, at this very moment, his Blood Qi was recovering at an accelerated rate. Before long, it had already recovered by more than half. This was also one of the benefits of the Flood Dragon Bloodline.

"No wonder that Organ Refining martial artist made a move to fight over the Blood Dragon Pill... it truly is a treasure!"

Very soon.

One hour passed.

The Fist Technique Assessment began!

"The Fist Technique Assessment uses the Tiger Roar Fist as its designated technique. This round tests your realm in fist techniques. You will go on stage one at a time and demonstrate the technique. In the end, I will judge who has attained the highest realm in fist techniques. That person will take first place in this round."

This time, the elder presiding over the stage was another man, Chu Weiying, dressed in blue robes.

Chu Weiying carried an air of grim slaughter. He was uglier than Jiang Daoming, and the moment he stood on the stage, he brought immense pressure upon the menials.

"Line up below. Come up one by one and demonstrate your fist techniques."

Chu Weiying said.

Naturally, everyone complied.

"I don't want to go first. It feels like too much pressure. Who's going up first?"

Someone asked.

The gazes of the many menials instinctively turned toward Li Qiming.

Li Qiming nodded. To him, it made no difference whether he went first or last.

Just as he was about to go on stage, a figure in white suddenly blocked his path.

Looking up, he saw that it was the young master in white who had lost to him earlier.

A cold smile curved across the young master in white's lips as he looked at Li Qiming and said arrogantly,

"Kid, you were lucky to win the last round. This round, I'll let you know what fist technique truly is!"