Boom! Boom! Boom—
On the dojo grounds, Xu Yan's attacks came at lightning speed as he lashed out with kick after kick.
Before Qin Shan, the terrifying power of his golden flesh howled. Thunderclap-like blasts rang out without pause, jolting everyone's eardrums.
The surrounding disciples all stared wide-eyed at the scene, their faces full of shock.
"Didn't Xu Yan study literature from childhood? How is his martial skill this formidable?"
Xu Yan's talent for deciphering texts was renowned throughout Moat Dragon. Ever since he had come to Dragon City, the imperial capital, and set up a stall translating texts at the Immortal Market, his name as a prodigy of textual interpretation had spread far and wide through the capital as well.
On the dojo grounds, the black-robed scholar drove Qin Shan back more than a hundred yards.
Cold sweat streamed down Qin Shan's forehead. Whenever he tried to use spiritual power, Xu Yan's physical force scattered it at once. He could not gather it at all, much less cast any divine abilities.
On the path of cultivation, physical strength held the advantage in the early stages over cultivating spiritual qi.
During the Aperture Opening and Meridian Rushing stages, spiritual power could only be unleashed from one's spiritual apertures. It was easily dispersed, making divine abilities impossible to use. But once one entered the Qi-Expulsion stage and formed a sea of qi within the dantian, spiritual power and divine abilities began to show their advantage.
Bang!
Another kick wrapped in swirling golden qi sent Qin Shan flying more than a dozen yards away. He staggered, then fell flat on his backside.
His robe was already soaked through with cold sweat. His arms were numb and aching fiercely.
"Still want to fight?" Xu Yan stopped, a smile curling at his lips.
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