The Left Hand Hits Hard, the Right Hand Hits Harder-One Punch Made the Senior Throw Up Stomach Acid (Please Vote)

Zhang Lexuan looked the little guy over and was immediately quite pleased.

The little guy was pretty enthusiastic.

Then she sat down and began, "Soul Masters who focus on strength have tremendous explosive power, but many of them can't use their strength properly. They have power, but can't fully unleash it."

"The right way to use it is simple, too. You need to slowly feel the strength inside your body, gather it in one place, and then release it in a burst."

After she finished, Zhang Lexuan stood up and gave Yu Daoyun a demonstration in the Mimicry Cultivation Illusion.

Quiet your mind and focus your attack on one point.

Yu Daoyun understood at once and tried using his Soul Skill as Zhang Lexuan had explained.

Quiet his mind, feel the strength flowing through his body, gather it in one place, and then unleash it.

After cycling his energy through a few small circuits, Yu Daoyun began to get a slight feel for it.

Gathering everything in one place meant bringing it all together, then unleashing it in an instant to release the Soul Skill's power to its fullest.

He had to admit, whoever had come up with this way to use Soul Skills was a genius.

Beside him, Han Ruoruo said gently, "Junior, cultivation isn't that easy. Take your time and try to get a feel for it."

Yu Daoyun nodded. "I know. I'll do my best."

Then he entered a meditative state, seeking to understand each active cell in his body and trying to set them all in motion.

With Golden Dragon Fist's ability to ignore armor and its overwhelming burst of power, couldn't he just ignore the difference in Soul Power and blow someone away with one punch?

A few days later.

As usual, Yu Daoyun continued to sense the changes in his strength, trying out the method Zhang Lexuan had taught him: "Gather everything in one place, and focus your attack on one point."

The Inner Court seniors didn't pay much attention.

As far as they were concerned, their junior would be studying Soul Skill release techniques for a long time.

They had all been through the same thing.

That afternoon, Yu Daoyun sprang to his feet and went to a rock wall. He shouted, "Form and Spirit Unite, focus the attack on one point—Golden Dragon Fist!"

Whoosh—!

Accompanied by a soaring dragon's roar, a piercing sonic boom rang out. The rock wall collapsed under his punch, leaving a huge fist-shaped imprint in its place.

The tremendous noise startled the seniors who were meditating and cultivating, jolting them out of their practice. They thought something had happened.

That terrifying sonic boom—wasn't it the sound of a Soul King fighting?

But when they got there, all they saw was six-year-old Yu Daoyun dancing around and shouting, "I did it! I did it! Senior Sister, I did it!"

Zhang Lexuan frowned as she came over to look at the rock wall. Somewhat incredulously, she asked, "Did you... do this?"

Yu Daoyun nodded like a pecking chick, then lifted his chin slightly, as if to say, Hurry up and praise me!

It had only taken him a few days to master a mere Soul Skill technique.

"That's amazing!"

Zhang Lexuan reached out and ruffled Yu Daoyun's hair, still utterly astonished.

The little guy had such explosive power?

He'd smashed the rock wall to pieces. No wonder—the Golden Dragon Martial Soul was the Ancestor of Strength.

Han Ruoruo came over, blinking as she praised him. "You're incredible, little guy. When I was your age, I couldn't even fully release a Soul Skill."

With both senior sisters praising him, Yu Daoyun was already floating on air, forgetting the world around him.

But the sight made the older students and the new recruits feel a pang of envy.

It was great to be young. The senior sisters took care of him like he was their son.

They never got that kind of treatment.

The seniors who had a crush on Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo were especially jealous. They wished they could trade places with Yu Daoyun and take on all that "suffering" themselves.

Just then, among the Inner Court students, Dai Yueheng stepped forward and beckoned to Yu Daoyun. "Junior, let your senior test your results. Try releasing your Soul Skill at me."

Ma Xiaotao shot him a sidelong glance and said coolly, "Dai Yueheng, are you trying to get yourself killed? Your junior's Martial Soul is the Golden Dragon, the true Ancestor of Strength. Aren't you going to use a Soul Skill to defend yourself?"

Dai Yueheng raised his chin and said confidently, "My Martial Soul is also a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, inherited from the White Tiger War God, Dai Mubai. I can take it without using a Soul Skill. I just want to see whether the junior's explosive power really is that strong."

"Let's see whether the Evil-Eyed White Tiger is stronger, or the Golden Dragon."

As a Descendant of the God of War, Dai Yueheng had only recently joined the Inner Court, but he was already in the spotlight.

He and Ma Xiaotao were hailed as the twin stars of their generation. His strength was just a little below hers.

Was the Golden Dragon Martial Soul really as powerful as people claimed? Dai Yueheng refused to believe it. He wanted to test the little guy's explosive power for himself.

Ma Xiaotao rolled her eyes. "You brainless Descendant of the God of War. Good luck."

Yu Daoyun spoke up. "This punch of mine has a lot of explosive power. You'd better use a Soul Skill to block it, or I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Dai Yueheng laughed at that.

He was a dignified level-58 Power Attack System Battle Soul King. Could a One-Ring kid really hurt him?

He replied, "Don't worry, you can't kill me. Go ahead and punch. I want to see just how strong your burst is."

After he'd put it that way, Yu Daoyun naturally couldn't back down.

To show his respect, he quietly raised his left fist, steadied himself, and shouted, "First Soul Skill, Golden Dragon Fist!"

Whoosh!

His punch, charged with all his strength and unleashed in a burst, landed squarely on Dai Yueheng's chest.

Ugh—!

Dai Yueheng's pupils contracted sharply. He grunted, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted out of place. He couldn't help wanting to spit up a mouthful of blood, but swallowed it back down.

He couldn't embarrass himself in front of everyone.

But it really hurt!

This kid's strength was terrifying. And he was only a One-Ring Soul Master!

In the end, Dai Yueheng endured the pain and gave his verdict. "The strength is decent, but the burst could use some work."

The students present all changed expressions.

Dai Yueheng had given him such high praise. That proved the kid's strength was no joke.

Ma Xiaotao glanced at Dai Yueheng, saw through him, and said with a teasing smile, "His left fist probably doesn't have much explosive power. Why not try his right?"

Dai Yueheng stiffened his neck. "Fine, I'll try it. But I want to use a protective barrier to block it."

Ma Xiaotao's lips curled. "A dignified level-58 Battle Soul King needs to use a Soul Skill against a One-Ring Soul Master? Doesn't that prove the little guy's strength is already way beyond his peers?"

Ma Xiaotao, I'll remember this. You're doing this on purpose... Dai Yueheng raged inwardly, forcing himself to ignore the pain. "I can do it without the protective barrier, too. With a burst like our junior's, he still can't hurt me. Go ahead."

Yu Daoyun looked at Dai Yueheng, who was clearly unwell, and asked softly, "Why don't we do this another day?"

He was genuinely afraid he might beat Dai Yueheng to death.

Dai Yueheng patted his chest and snapped, "I'm a dignified White Tiger Soul King. You think you can hurt me? Bring it on!"

Without another word, Yu Daoyun took a deep breath and struck the opening stance of his Chinese boxing.

Form and Spirit Unite, focus the attack on one point.

Seeing that stance, Dai Yueheng began to feel uneasy. He wondered whether he should swallow his pride and use a Soul Skill.

The next moment, Yu Daoyun shouted, "Golden Dragon Fist!"

Boom—!

A sonic boom rang out. The armor-piercing Dragon Fist struck Dai Yueheng squarely in the chest, plain and simple.

Dai Yueheng's pupils contracted. His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground, blood and white foam bubbling from his mouth.

Yu Daoyun thought, Oh no.

Had he beaten him to death?