[Sima Pan had not yet assumed a stance.]
["Young Master Guan, I imagine you have never exchanged blows with anyone before, have you?"]
["In that case, let us start by feeding you some moves. Young Master Guan, use the six forms of your fist technique first, then follow with one Stele-Smashing Hand."]
[After all, given Young Master Guan's cultivation and age, this truly carried the suspicion of bullying the young with the old. He pondered it silently.]
[Seeing your hesitation, Sima Pan laughed heartily.]
["I will only use the strength of the third martial realm. If Young Master's Stele-Smashing Hand can make me retreat half a step, then I lose."]
[At his words, you looked over and saw Blood Qi surging around him like the tide, vast and violent. The muscles on his arms knotted like coiled dragons, and his white teeth flashed in a broad grin.]
[A bright light appeared in your eyes as well.]
[For the past two months, you had practiced martial arts every day without interruption, never showing the slightest slackness.]
[You were confident that you were no weaker than anyone else.]
[You unleashed the six forms of the Founding Emperor's Sacred Ape Stance one by one, while Sima Pan merely parried.]
["Ape Strike Howling Mountain!"]
["Long Ape Overturns the Sea!"]
["Giant Ape Lifts the Mountain!"]
[Sima Pan blocked with his hands, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes as he blurted out, "What fine fistwork!"]
[The youth's green robes fluttered as he ran, snapping loudly in the wind. His black hair streamed behind him, and his eyes shone with spirit.]
[His body was agile, power gathering in his fists.]
[All trace of his earlier scholarly elegance had vanished.]
[At first, Sima Pan had worried that this Young Master Guan might only know "dead fists," or