Minor Accomplishment in an Instant, Defeating the Enemy with a Flick of a Finger
"Lie down for me!"
With a sharp shout, Qian Hao's fist, carrying a faint trace of pure Yang spiritual energy, cut through the air with a low, piercing sound, heading straight for Dongfang Yueming's face.
However, at the very moment of taking action...
Dongfang Yueming's fingers, hidden within his long sleeves, merely touched the Xukong lightly.
[System, Point Allocation.]
"Buzz--!"
[Consuming 3 Source Point, "Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Chapter One" has been upgraded to: Minor Accomplishment!]
[Current Panel: Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Chapter 1 (0/5, Minor Accomplishment)]
In an instant, Dongfang Yueming felt the originally gentle heat in his body suddenly surge several times, transforming into a blazing pure yang fire dragon that instantly swept through his entire body. His meridians were widened several times in an instant, and the vortex of qi in his body spun wildly, condensing into strands of incomparably pure pure Pure Yang True Qi.
The Minor Accomplishment Completion Realm! What a normal mortal would need to practice tirelessly for months and consume countless rare and precious materials to reach, is merely a blink of an eye for Dongfang Yueming.
The instant this power took shape, an indescribable, invisible fluctuation One Flash and disappeared from Dongfang Yueming's body.
Qian Hao, who was about to throw a punch, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. In that instant, he felt as if the frail young man in front of him had grown infinitely taller, like a god emerging from the blazing sun, radiating a terrifying pressure that made him tremble all over.
What happened?
Qian Hao was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but the fluctuation was so fast that he thought it was just his imagination.
[Damn it, I must be seeing things! How could a mere mortal idiot scare me!]
To conceal his unease, Qian Hao's eyes flashed with even more ferocity, and he increased the force of his punches.
Meanwhile, deep in the shadows of the bamboo forest, several teenagers who had secretly followed to watch the spectacle held their breath, watching the scene with schadenfreude.
"Qian Hao used all his strength in that punch; that pretty boy definitely won't be able to dodge it." "Tsk tsk, that handsome face is probably going to be flattened."
Just when everyone thought Dongfang Yueming was doomed.
Faced with the whistling fist, Dongfang Yueming simply raised his right hand with an expression of composure, seemingly casually meeting the attack head-on.
"Snap."
A crisp, muffled thud.
Qian Hao's fist, which he believed contained "the power of an immortal," actually stopped half a foot away from Dongfang Yueming's face.
Dongfang Yueming's fair, slender fingers, like a steel clamp, effortlessly gripped Qian Hao's fist. No matter how much Qian Hao gritted his teeth and flushed his face as he tried to activate his internal energy, his fist couldn't move forward even a millimeter.
"This... how is this possible?!" Qian Hao's eyes widened suddenly, filled with shock and disbelief.
The few teenagers who were secretly watching were so shocked they almost cried out, their mouths agape. "He... he actually caught a punch from Entry cultivator with one hand?!"
"Is that all the strength you have?" Dongfang Yueming looked at Qian Hao calmly, her eyes as still as a deep well.
"Damn pretty boy! Let go of me!" The extreme humiliation drove Qian Hao completely mad. He roared and tried with all his might to pull back his right hand, while at the same time his left foot suddenly lifted up, carrying a thousand pounds of Mighty Strength, and kicked hard at Dongfang Yueming's abdomen.
However, Dongfang Yueming simply shook his head slightly.
"Too slow."
The instant Qian Hao raised his foot, Dongfang Yueming's right hand, which was gripping his fist, trembled slightly, and a surge of pure and domineering Pure Yang True Qi instantly rushed into Qian Hao's body through his arm!
"Snap--!"
"Ah--!!"
A sickening cracking sound of bones dislocating, accompanied by Qian Hao's piercing scream, echoed through the bamboo forest.
Immediately afterwards, Dongfang Yueming delivered a simple palm strike, lightly landing on Qian Hao's chest.
"Bang!"
A seemingly innocuous palm strike unleashed a tremendous force.
Qian Hao was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters away in a disheveled state, breaking several bamboo stalks in succession, before finally crashing heavily into the muddy ground.
"Pfft--!" Qian Hao's face turned deathly pale, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He curled up on the ground, his whole body trembling violently, and his eyes were filled with nothing but extreme pain and endless fear.
He could clearly feel a pure yang energy, countless times more refined than his own, raging wildly within his body, completely shattering the faint aura he had just gathered.
"You... you..." Qian Hao stared intently at Dongfang Yueming, his voice trembling and incoherent.
In the shadows, the boys who had been watching were trembling with fear, frozen in place, their minds blank with only one absurd and terrifying thought:
How could this mortal pretty boy, whose medicine was all stolen... be so strong?!