A Ruheng didn't say anything more. He stomped his foot and charged towards Bai Yuan like a cannonball.
His speed is not slow, but it is not top-notch. The strong in the body-refining lineage have never been known for their speed.
They relied on their bodies, honed through countless trials, and their brute strength capable of tearing the air apart.
A Ruheng unleashed a punch without using any Soul Skill; it was simply a pure, instinctive strike honed through countless trials.
The fist tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, smashing towards Bai Yuan's chest.
This punch was enough to break the bones and ligaments of an ordinary Soul Elder.
But Bai Yuan wanted to see where his junior brother's limits lay.
Bai Yuan neither retreated nor dodged.
He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and dark gold patterns emerged from his palm.
The power of the Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear Right Palm Bone gathered at its fingertips, but it did not extend its claws.
He simply channeled that overwhelming defensive power into his palm.
His palm met A Ruheng's fist.
"Bang--"
A dull thud echoed in the training room, and the air seemed to tremble.
A Ruheng's fist landed squarely in Bai Yuan's palm, but was caught firmly.
Bai Yuan's hand remained completely still, and he didn't even sway his body.
A Ruheng's pupils contracted slightly.
He used seventy percent of his strength in that punch.
But Bai Yuan caught it so easily, as if he were catching a child's playful antics.
He withdrew his fist, took a half step back, and took a deep breath.
His muscles swelled up again, and the veins bulged like earthworms under his skin.
"Junior brother, I'm getting serious."
A Ruheng's voice deepened, and the fighting spirit in his eyes intensified.
Bai Yuan withdrew his hand, put it back in his pocket, and looked at him with a smile, "Come on."
A Ruheng no longer held back. He stomped his foot and shot out like an arrow, unleashing a barrage of punches.
Each punch carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and the shadows of the punches rained down on Bai Yuan.
Bai Yuan lightly tapped his feet, his figure weaving through the gaps in the fist shadows.
He didn't use the Godspeed, but only the most basic movement techniques to dodge, yet he avoided A Ruheng's fists perfectly every time.
Mu Ye stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the black figure on the field.
This kid is not only strong and fast, but also has top-notch combat awareness.
Every time he dodged, it wasn't by luck, but by accurately predicting the direction of A Ruheng's boxing moves.
Leng Yaozhu stood beside him, her expression unchanged, but a faint smile played on her lips.
A Ruheng's attacks continued unsuccessfully, he grew increasingly anxious.
He stopped, took a deep breath, and a surge of Bloodline Power erupted from his body, causing his training clothes to flutter wildly in the air.
His figure seemed to swell even more at that moment.
His muscles were bulging like iron, and he looked like a war god who had walked out of ancient times.
"Junior brother, take this punch!"
A Ruheng clenched his right fist so tightly that the air around it began to distort.
With a single punch, the force of the punch condensed into a visible pillar of energy, blasting towards Bai Yuan's chest.
This punch was a full-force strike from him.
Bai Yuan stared at the billowing column of air hurtling towards him, a serious glint in his eyes.
He didn't dodge; instead, he spread his right hand, revealing a dark golden claw that extended from his fingertips, and swung it towards the pillar of energy.
The moment the dark golden claws collided with the column of air, they emitted a piercing screech.
The sharp claws tore through the column of air, splitting the immense power in two, and swept past Bai Yuan's side, slamming into the wall behind him.
The alloy wall emitted a dull thud and a shallow dent appeared.
Bai Yuan stood still, his dark golden claws slightly open at his sides, his clothes fluttering gently in the aftershocks, his expression unchanged.
A Ruheng stared at the dark golden claw, a look of horror flashing in his eyes.
His full-force attack was torn apart by a single claw.
Mu Ye's pupils also slightly contracted as he stood on the sidelines.
This is!
The Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear Right Palm Bone.
Leng Yaozhu actually gave such things to her disciple.
The Leng Family's level of attention to this child far exceeded his expectations.
The training room was quiet for a moment.
A Ruheng broke the silence first, withdrew his fist, and grinned, a candid smile.
"I lost."
Bai Yuan retracted his claws, the dark gold patterns disappearing beneath his skin, and shook his head.
"Senior Brother didn't lose, he just didn't give it his all."
A Ruheng scratched his head.
"It's over, it's really over."
"I can tell you weren't using your full strength. You're stronger than me, so the initiative is yours."
His tone contained no resentment or frustration, only a sense of relief after losing to a stronger opponent.
Mu Ye at his disciple's expression, Mu Ye's lips curled into a slight smile.
Losing isn't scary; what's scary is being unable to accept defeat.
This child is more open-minded than he imagined.
Bai Yuan looked at Leng Yaozhu, Leng Yaozhu nodded slightly.
Bai Yuan withdrew his gaze and smiled at A Ruheng.
"Senior Brother, please take good care of me in this competition."
A Ruheng nodded vigorously.
"Must!"
The atmosphere in the training room became more relaxed.
The staff quietly left, Mu Ye walked to Leng Yaozhu's side and whispered a few words to her.
Leng Yaozhu nodded slightly, the curve of her lips deepening.
Mu Ye stared at the black figure in the arena, his gaze darkening.
This child is not only incredibly talented, but also has a very stable temperament.
A Ruheng, usually so impulsive, surprisingly became somewhat restrained in his presence.
Mu Ye lowered his eyes, and the smile on his lips slowly disappeared.
It's not that I'm unhappy, it's that I'm making plans.
He wanted to cultivate a good relationship between A Ruheng and Bai Yuan.
In recent years, the situation on the mainland has become increasingly turbulent.
Shrek Academy is making constant moves, and the power struggle within the Spirit Pagoda is also intensifying.
Although he was the Body Sect, the sect's decline was already a foregone conclusion.
In this world where the strong rule, without sufficient strength, even self-preservation is difficult.
He himself didn't care; he'd lived most of his life and seen all sorts of storms.
But what about the disciples?
A Ruheng is still young; we can't let them be without support in the future.
Mu Ye's gaze shifted from Bai Yuan to Leng Yaozhu's face.
The Body Sect needs a powerful backer. Although the Spirit Pagoda is a behemoth, its internal relationships are intricate and not so easy to integrate into.
But this child is different.
He is young, has potential, is capable, and, most importantly, is highly regarded by Leng Yaozhu.
If A Ruheng can establish a good relationship with him.
When this child grows up, the Body Sect will have another way out.
Mu Ye withdrew his gaze and landed on A Ruheng.
His disciple was grinning as he spoke to Bai Yuan, his smile so honest that even Bai Yuan's master couldn't help but sigh.
This child is great in every way, except he's too straightforward.
That's good, though; straightforward people don't have to struggle to make friends.
The thing he most wanted to see was that A Ruheng and Bai Yuan got along well.
Bai Yuan felt Mu Ye's gaze linger on him for a long time, a deep and unfathomable look. He
Without turning around, she continued talking to A Ruheng.
The Body Sect needs a powerful backer, Mu Ye wants to place his bets on him.
But it doesn't matter, because he happens to need A Ruheng's power anyway.
Leng Yaozhu noticed Mu Ye's gaze, which lingered on her for Jiujiu.
He picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Mu Ye, that old fox, finally couldn't sit still any longer.