Shocking the Crowd with a Single Fist

Li Qiming never expected this white-robed young master to be so... childish.

However, everyone here was essentially just a half-grown kid.

They were only fifteen or sixteen years old.

In his previous life, he would have still been in middle or high school at this age.

But this was a cruel martial arts society; children of fifteen or sixteen had already been working as corporate slaves for many years.

Of course, someone like the white-robed young master before him was an exception. After all, his family was wealthy and his background was prestigious. These lucky ones born with silver spoons in their mouths lived quite comfortably in any world.

"I'm going first!"

"Watch closely with your eyes wide open, and see how I throw a punch!"

The white-robed young master said to Li Qiming in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he leaped into the air, performed a front flip, and landed steadily in the center of the high platform.

"State your name, age, and how long you have studied the Tiger Roar Fist."

Chu Weiying spoke up.

"Mo Su, 15 years old, studied the Tiger Roar Fist for two years!"

The family behind the white-robed young master had prepared for this day for two years. He was determined to secure this spot as a Registered Disciple!

In the first round, the Root Bone Assessment, he had been rated as an Intermediate Root Bone, placing in the top four—essentially tied for first.

And Li Qiming was nothing more than an Inferior Root Bone!

In the second round, the Blood Qi Assessment, although Li Qiming had taken first place, he hadn't been far behind, securing second.

So, in this final round, as long as he displayed his fist technique, he would surely shock everyone!

Mo Su was extremely confident in his fist technique!

"Good, you may begin," Chu Weiying said indifferently.

He could sense that Mo Su seemed very confident, but Chu Weiying had seen too many people like this; the vast majority were simply blindly confident.

But the next second, Chu Weiying's eyes suddenly flashed, and he squinted as he looked at Mo Su.

He saw Mo Su executing his fist technique with wide, sweeping movements, his entire aura fierce, like a tiger descending from the mountain!

Proficient!

This Mo Su had actually cultivated the Tiger Roar Fist to the Proficient stage in just two short years?!

The levels of fist technique were: Entry Level, Minor Accomplishment, Major Accomplishment, Proficient, and Perfected.

There were five stages.

Each stage was a hurdle.

Logically speaking, in two years, even if the opponent had decent talent, reaching the Major Accomplishment stage would be considered top-tier talent.

Not to mention that Mo Su had reached the Proficient level!

Chu Weiying nodded secretly. It seemed this Mo Su would be the first-place winner of this final assessment!

While practicing his fist technique, Mo Su used his peripheral vision to gauge the expression of Pavilion Master Long Wuhui on the dais.

Long Wuhui was watching with great focus, nodding at him repeatedly, seemingly very appreciative.

Elder Jiang Daoming, sitting to the side, and the eight distinguished True Disciples all seemed to show appreciation in their eyes as they looked at him.

This immediately made Mo Su's heart bloom with joy.

He glanced toward the crowd below, where the servants all wore very ugly expressions, looking quite disgusted.

Hmph, you bunch of losers...

Suddenly, Mo Su caught a glimpse of an extremely indifferent gaze.

It was Li Qiming.

In Li Qiming's eyes, Mo Su felt a sense of... unconcern!

"Hmph. What a show-off!"

Mo Su cursed inwardly.

He then threw himself heart and soul into his performance.

Outside the arena.

It was already noon, and the streets were packed with onlookers.

An old man easily squeezed through the crowd and reached the edge of the inner arena.

When Zhang Mingshun and the others saw him, they all respectfully addressed him: "Shopkeeper Wang!"

The person who arrived was none other than Shopkeeper Wang from Laifu Restaurant.

"How is the competition going?" After Shopkeeper Wang asked, he noticed everyone was a bit silent.

He frowned and looked toward the platform, his heart suddenly skipping a beat. This young man in white was executing a set of Tiger Roar Fist with exquisite skill; judging by the level, it had actually reached the "Proficient" stage!

"To think there is such a genius?"

"Sigh! It looks like Li Qiming is going to lose this time!"

Shopkeeper Wang sighed gloomily. Since he knew the outcome, there was no need for him to stay, so he turned and left directly.

Soon.

Mo Su finished his set of fist techniques, bowed in all directions, and then turned to walk off the stage.

He came before Li Qiming, carrying an air of arrogance, as if showing off:

"How was it?"

"Average."

Li Qiming thought about it seriously before giving his evaluation.

These two words immediately made the corner of Mo Su's mouth twitch. He was so angry he laughed:

"Heh, fine, then let me see just how 'not average' your fist technique is?!"

"Alright."

Li Qiming nodded, then walked toward the high platform in a perfectly ordinary manner.

The surrounding servants, including Wang Liang and the other two young masters and misses from wealthy families, gave way one after another.

Mo Su's Proficient-level Tiger Roar Fist had left everyone stunned; at this point, whoever went up next would only embarrass themselves!

Everything is feared when compared, especially people.

Seeing Li Qiming, this naive fool, walking onto the stage, everyone naturally hoped he would go up first to be humiliated!

"Brother, can you do it?" Wang Liang seemed a bit worried for Li Qiming.

"I should be able to."

Li Qiming replied, then stepped onto the high platform and walked step by step toward the center of the arena.

When Chu Weiying saw someone coming up, he had initially felt bored, but as Li Qiming got closer, an aura slowly rose from his body...

"This is interesting..." Chu Weiying observed carefully, noticing that Li Qiming seemed to have entered a state of "hunting."

His entire body seemed to have entered a state of fist technique that was about to erupt!

"This kid has also practiced the Tiger Roar Fist to a certain level, but I wonder if he can beat Mo Su?"

Chu Weiying judged silently in his heart.

This time.

Before he could ask, he heard Li Qiming say:

"Li Qiming, 16 years old, practiced boxing for one year."

"Good, you may begin."

Chu Weiying had already started to get curious, but upon hearing that Li Qiming was 16, he shook his head slightly. This age was a bit old for martial arts.

Most importantly, the other party had only studied the Tiger Roar Fist for a year... at most, he could only have reached the Major Accomplishment stage...

Just as he was thinking this.

"Hoo!"

A beast-like roar, as if a tiger were roaring in the mountains and forests, suddenly erupted from Li Qiming's body.

As he threw a punch, the momentum he had been building up throughout the movement actually exploded with the sound of a tiger's roar!

The sound was so loud that everyone under the stage jumped, thinking a real tiger had descended!

Li Qiming hadn't done it on purpose; he had never had the sound of a tiger's roar when practicing before. He hadn't expected such a commotion from a casual strike.

Suddenly, his heart stirred, and he felt a faint intuition. As he performed the fist technique, his insights grew more and more!

The bottleneck of his Blood Qi at the early stage of the "Blood Refining Realm" was actually loosening!

It seemed like... he was about to break through!

Watching the young man performing the fist technique on stage, Chu Weiying widened his eyes and gasped.

A sound worth more than ten thousand gold!

This young man's fist technique level had already surpassed Proficient and was infinitely approaching the Perfected stage!

If Mo Su's Tiger Roar Fist just now was like a tiger descending from a mountain, then in front of Li Qiming, Mo Su was more like a tiger cub, while Li Qiming...

Was a full-grown, ferocious tiger!

"Perfected in one year?"

Even Pavilion Master Long Wuhui couldn't help but lean forward slightly from his grand armchair.

The eight True Disciples all looked up, suddenly staring at Li Qiming with astonishment in their eyes.

The fist technique Li Qiming was displaying at this moment, although still at the Proficient level, was clearly getting faster and more ferocious. He... was actually breaking through to the Perfected stage!