"Had he really... mastered it?!!!"
On the arena platform, Beigong Mo and Lin Chenyuan looked at Chen An in the center, especially at the extreme yang fist intent that had yet to dissipate around him. A trace of horror flickered across both their faces.
Of everyone present, only they truly understood the terrifying threshold for cultivating the Nine Yang Heaven-Burning Fist.
As a practitioner of this fist technique, Beigong Mo possessed the uniquely gifted extreme yang battle body, which matched the technique perfectly. Even so, he had needed five years to grasp its fundamentals and twenty-eight years to barely comprehend a strand of fist intent.
If even Beigong Mo had struggled so much, there was no need to mention anyone else.
Years ago, a genius in Qing Province with a heaven-grade martial bone had forcibly cultivated this fist technique, only to have his meridians burned apart by its pure yang astral flames, leaving him crippled.
Yet Chen An had taken less than two hours not only to grasp the fundamentals of the Nine Yang Heaven-Burning Fist, but seemingly even to touch the threshold of its fist intent.
"Hahaha! Good, good, good!!!!"
At that moment, Beigong Mo burst into laughter. Like Lin Chenyuan, he gazed at Chen An as though looking at the most precious treasure ever handed down through the ages.
In fact, their wager no longer occupied any place in his thoughts. All he felt was pure delight that Chen An had mastered the Nine Yang Heaven-Burning Fist.
For Great Grandmaster Realm experts like them, who had lived nearly a century, further advancement in cultivation had long since become difficult. Nothing could make them happier than finding a successor who could inherit the martial techniques they had devoted their lives to-and perhaps even carry them to greater heights.
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