A Glimmer of Radiance

"It's starting, Senior Brother. Get ready to gather your ki."

"Heh, look at Senior Brother's stance—he's gotten even stronger than before." Xis, Cal, and the other disciples chatted casually, watching intently.

"This is a rare opportunity, Mu Yang. Watch closely. Meixia, you should pay attention too." Clarissa, one of the six elders aside from Yula, spoke up.

"Mm."

No reminder was needed; Mu Yang would be focusing with all his might anyway.

Finally, he was about to encounter ki techniques. Facing the most famous attack method in the Dragon Ball world, Mu Yang summoned every ounce of his concentration, his heart surging with excitement.

Not far away, Aisafu, after a period of adjustment, had gradually completed his ki buildup. As he continued to gather, his formidable physique was laid bare. Every muscle on his robust frame began to tremble, the solid sinews straining against his martial arts uniform. Each tremor seemed like a surge of power.

Compared to before, Aisafu now resembled a beast on the verge of eruption, a fierce aura coiling around him.

Since the distance wasn't too great, Mu Yang could clearly feel the change in his teacher. The intense pressure was like a field of force enveloping him, stifling and oppressive.

"So this is the intimidation of ki... truly awe-inspiring."

The tangible thrill that settled on his skin stirred both reverence and a fierce longing within him.

At the same time, as Aisafu slowly built up his Ki Blast, Mu Yang's mind couldn't help but recall the scene from the original story where Master Roshi first demonstrated the Kamehameha, obliterating an entire mountain.

Compared to Master Roshi back then, Aisafu naturally lacked that overwhelming presence, but it didn't stop Mu Yang from watching with rapt interest.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks. Aisafu let out a low growl, his aura intensifying. Veins bulged and twisted across his skin. By now, he had pushed the activity of all the energy within his body to its peak, drawing nods of approval from the gathered disciples.

"Not bad. As expected of Senior Brother Aisafu—his mastery of 'Tianxin Ki' grows more refined by the day." Xis couldn't help but admire Aisafu's stance.

"When he unleashes it, the power is going to be something else," Cal said, watching seriously.

"What else would you expect from the senior brother? This level of skill—we couldn't match it even with years more training." Yula glanced at the others; they all fell far short of Aisafu.

"Look sharp—Senior Brother Aisafu's ki attack is about to come out."

"Mu Yang, Meixia, watch closely."

With a guttural roar from Aisafu, all the energy in his body converged into his right arm. His left hand pressed against his right shoulder as his right arm rose, two fingers extended like a sword. A faint, swirling vortex of energy began to flow between those two fingers. The preliminary preparations were complete. The energy between his fingers gathered denser and denser, until at last it blazed into a dazzling, brilliant azure light.

"Here it comes!"

As that radiant light burst forth, the emotions of everyone present were stirred, their expressions turning fervent.

"Ki Blast!" Mu Yang jolted, staring blankly.

"It's glowing..."

Meixia opened her mouth, her cute little eyes wide.

Xis and the other elders suddenly snapped to attention. "Haha, that's right—this is the long-passed-down 'Tianxin Ki' of our sect. As expected of Senior Brother Aisafu. Such energy is rare in this world. Just seeing that brightness makes my heart race..."

"Indeed. This aura—perhaps only the legendary Master Mutian's 'Kamehameha' could rival it."

To have such a powerful inheritance in their sect filled the disciples with pride, their faces beaming.

At that moment, Aisafu, having built up his energy, was poised to strike. A loud, high-pitched roar burst from his throat:

"Tianxin Ki!!"

With that shout, his bent arm suddenly straightened outward. The direction his two fingers pointed was the target—a smooth rock face that had stood weathering wind and rain for who knows how many years. Today, it was destined for destruction.

A beam of shimmering azure energy shot forth from his fingertips.

Whoosh—like a laser streaking out, the vast energy tore through the air in an instant, slamming into the distant cliff. The impact unleashed a power comparable to a cannon blast.

Boom—wind howled, dust billowed, the ground trembled violently, and the deafening roar stabbed at the eardrums.

Thick clouds of sand and flying debris shot out like bullets. As the smoke gradually cleared, a scene of devastation was revealed. The cliff face had suddenly burst open into a dark, well-sized crater, roughly... half a meter deep.

"Excellent!"

"Such power—truly rare in this world."

"It gets my blood pumping. Too bad I can't unleash this kind of force yet!"

Cheers rang out around him, carrying a sense of earth-shattering awe.

Mu Yang, however, looked at the hole his teacher Aisafu had blasted with a complicated expression, the corner of his mouth twitching.

That level of power... to be honest, it hadn't met the expectations in Mu Yang's mind.

Not to compare it with Son Goku's Kamehameha or Dodompa, but even against Master Roshi's feat of destroying an entire mountain, it was nothing. Yet looking at the elders around him... they seemed already cheering.

Still, that made sense. At this time, Master Roshi held the title of Earth's "God of Martial Arts." Experts who reached his level were few and far between—you could count them on one hand. How could he compare his own teacher to Master Roshi?

In this era, before technology had fully awakened, the ability to split rocks and shatter mountains with personal strength, displaying power like a cannon, was enough to shake the soul and move anyone.

By now, Aisafu, having released a Ki Blast, was clearly exhausted. His body staggered and swayed. If Cal hadn't rushed forward to steady him, Aisafu might have collapsed to the ground.

"Senior Brother, rest for a while," Cal said.

"Sigh, releasing ki drains too much stamina." Aisafu took a couple of breaths, his pale face regaining color.

"If it were me, I probably couldn't even sustain it," Cal shook his head.

"Did you see clearly? This is the secret technique of our sect—Tianxin Ki! If you train seriously for a few decades, you can reach this level of power too." Aisafu turned to Mu Yang.

A few decades...

Mu Yang's eyelid twitched. He didn't know what to say, so he could only nod with an awkward but polite smile.