Watching the old man with a ferociously intense aura, the inner disciples of Jade Clear Sect showed disdain on their faces. It should be known that the Jade Clear Sect's skills were not limited to the Five Elements Technique; Body Technique, Illusion Technique, and Seal Technique were all equally noteworthy. Though different disciples specialized in different areas, fundamentally speaking, any of their unique skills would be enough to give this group of secular masters a hard time.

As for the old man, a sneer also appeared on his face. He thought, a mere bunch of kids and juniors, should I be afraid of you? You've practiced martial arts for how many years, and you dare to challenge me with such confidence? It's simply overestimating yourself. Suddenly, with a tap of his foot and a backward shift of his weight, he started his attack, showing a strong desire to engage before the actual exchange of blows.

This scene immensely excited the group of secular disciples. The martial arts master known as Thunderbolt had finally made his move, and the battle began under the tense atmosphere!

At that moment, Thunderbolt's movements were as quick as lightning, as swift as thunder. Without retreating or dodging, he swung a punch that bore towards an inner disciple of Jade Clear Sect with ferocity, causing the air to ripple around their clash, hinting at a power level close to a First-Order warrior.

But the Jade Clear Sect disciple was not to be outdone. With a step forward and a punch to meet the oncoming attack, his icy fist seemed to chase the moon like a shooting star, reaching the old man's punch in a flash.

Neither side gave ground nor did they attempt to dodge. It was an unreserved head-on collision. As soon as their attacks met, a thunderous explosion resounded around them, as if even the air itself rippled from the impact, the sound like a clap of thunder bursting by everyone's ears.

In that instant, some covered their ears, some dared not watch, and even female disciples covered their eyes peeking through their fingers. Yet, they could still see that after the punch, both figures were simultaneously pushed back...

The force of this blow was so great that it could have punctured a hole in a steel plate, yet there was no sign of distress on the faces of either of the two on the stage, at least not from the surface.

Inwardly, the old man marveled that this youngster was impressive, to be able to stand toe-to-toe with him, Thunderbolt, and not be at a disadvantage. He had used eight-tenths of his power in that punch, yet not only was the opponent unharmed but his force seemed slightly stronger. Clearly, the rumors of the hidden sects were not unfounded. If this was the average strength of just the inner disciples, then it was truly terrifying.

Of course, the disciple of Jade Clear Sect was also secretly astounded. Although he was an ordinary inner disciple with no outstanding talent or much room for advancement, within the realm of close combat, apart from the sect master-level experts, few within the inner disciples could defeat him.

The attack he had just used was a secret technique of the Jade Clear Sect's inner disciples, and he had executed it with nine-tenths of his power. Yet, after the collision, the old man was unharmed and had caused his own hands and fingers to tingle from the impact. The force of that collision could exceed 2T, but he was completely uncertain about how much power the old man had used -- was it five-tenths or the full ten-tenths? If the old man had also used his full strength that would be one thing, but if this was not the extent of his power, then the upcoming battle could pose a danger to his own safety.

He was uncertain, entirely uncertain. After some deliberation, the inner disciple decided to use his full strength for another head-on collision with the old man. If he could win, he would continue to fight; but if he couldn't, conceding would undoubtedly be the wisest choice.

After all, in the world of martial arts, blows do not have eyes, all the more in a confrontation of this level. A single mistake could prove fatal...

Similarly, the old man was internally assessing the power balance between them. He had already exerted eight-tenths of his strength and now had to go all out to test his limits. If he couldn't win, he was risking his life; a younger opponent might recover from severe injuries after lying in bed for a while, but not him.

But upon further thought, he realized that the fight involved more than just his family's honor—it was about the honor of the entire Icebird star. His death would be inconsequential, but could the humble civilian martial arts schools ever have a chance to shine if he lost? Therefore, even if there was only a slight chance for victory, he was prepared to risk his life for the fight.

With that thought, the old man's aura transformed again, and a fierce light suddenly erupted on his staid face. Although the fight had elements of a gamble, he was determined to go all in.

"Come on, young man," he said, "show me your true strength." With those words, the old man readied for an assault, but his challenge was also a probe to further gauge his opponent's power. If the other's strength turned out to be beyond reach, he wouldn't foolishly trade his life, but if there was a chance, he would not hold back.

The inner disciple from Jade Clear Sect could hardly hide his frustration; he had nearly gone all-out just moments before, yet managed to don a faint smile on his face, "Fists and feet have no eyes, so you better watch out, elder."

Roar!

As soon as he finished speaking, the male disciple's body suddenly erupted with a towering aura, and he gestured provocatively at the elder, nearly whistling at him—a move that undeniably could make the opponent become agitated.

Indeed, Thunderbolt, even the codename suggests a temper not too easy to quell. Triggered by the whistle, a rush of anger surged within the elder, almost causing him to lose his cool. He usually couldn't stand the younger generation's lack of manners and, provoked like this, Thunderbolt's rage burst forth from his heart as his surroundings crackled with the sound of thunder and wind.

Feng Yi thought to himself this was bad news—the elder seemed seriously ready to go for broke. That kid's in trouble.

The elder's body suddenly dipped, with his footsteps sliding left and right, his hands thrusting out in feints. The pace was not too fast, but his sharp steps rhythmically built momentum, and the oppressive swaying to and fro resembled a boxer shaking into the fray—almost as if he were stepping with the Heavenly Gang gait, his supreme confidence apparent, all the while stirring up a fierce whirlwind in his wake.

The inner disciple could sense the changes in the elder's momentum. As he gathered his own energy, he also began to concentrate on his defense. Taking a step forward with one foot and lightly touching the ground with the other, he positioned his body at a 30-degree angle towards his opponent. This stance allowed him flexibility in his moveset, ready for attacks or retreats, where the lightly touching foot could immediately adjust for follow-up strikes.

The spectators' hearts were in their throats, and rightly so—the mutual resolve to fight to the death in both contenders was nerve-wracking.

Boom! The elder's fist flew out.

The inner disciple countered the attack, throwing his punch at the same time...

The crowd heard a chilling crack of bones; oh God, someone's bone had snapped. There was no gap in their exchange of blows, and in a flash, they were back at it again.

The male figure retreated explosively, spinning to deliver a kick—a whip-like leg strike as loud as thunder.

But, it was the same punch once more. This time, people guessed—it was the male disciple from Jade Clear Sect who had suffered a fracture because Thunderbolt couldn't have thrown another punch with the same hand if it were broken.

Yes, if the elder had decided to go all-out, in a fit of rage from the young man's provocation, he had struck a perfect blow with 12/10 of his strength, fracturing the opponent's bones, his punch nearly reaching the power of First-Order Rank 1.

Iron fists collided with steel legs again, but a fist can hardly match a thigh, and that makes a lot of sense. Although the elder still put full force into his punch, the exchange ended in a draw, with both sides stepping back several paces...

This scene left all the disciples of Jade Clear Sect dumbfounded. The folk styles indeed weren't for show, being able to cause Gu Lie—a man symbolizing the ability to easily fracture an opponent's bones with his arms—to fracture his own bones.

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