Everyone else was amazed as well.
Cheng Qingshi clenched his fists, his eyes blazing as he stared at Chen Jing, seemingly unable to wait to test himself against him.
Chen Jing then fought another bout with Mei Qinghe.
Having witnessed Chen Jing's strength just now, Mei Qinghe knew what to watch for and no longer contested his power head-on.
Instead, he relied on nimble footwork to circle and harry him.
The steps beneath his feet shifted constantly.
Patrolling Mountain Stance, Descending Mountain Stance, Crouching Stance, Concealment Stance... he drew effortlessly on the footwork variations of the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord, unconstrained by their punching patterns. Clearly, he had specifically studied the techniques for transitioning between movements.
Chen Jing suffered for his lack of experience. His punches were powerful but repeatedly struck empty air, until Mei Qinghe finally knocked him to the ground with a Tail Whip Stance.
Slightly out of breath, Mei Qinghe pulled Chen Jing up from the ground and said with a smile, "Junior Brother, thanks for going easy on me."
Feeling that he had gained a great deal, Chen Jing cupped his hands and said:
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."
He was also surprised to discover that sparring could increase his proficiency. After just these two bouts, his Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord had already risen by 10 points.
But on reflection, it was easy enough to understand. During live sparring, he also had to focus fully on circulating his blood qi internally and executing his fist techniques.
Naturally, his Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord would improve.
Chen Jing and the other two finished their round.
It was then Hu Yang and Liang Youheng's turn to demonstrate their skills.
Neither had yet developed his own style with the Nine Forms of