But now, he couldn't do that! Not just because if he surrendered, he would have to endure humiliation and be beaten by Liu Yi, but also because the situation had developed to such a point. He had no way out! He couldn't let himself be berated and not retaliate, could he? If that were the case, what would those new disciples of the Primordial Form Intent Martial Arts Gym think? They didn't care how strong your opponent was. They only cared if you lost. If you didn't lose, then you were awesome, and they would continue to learn from you. But if you lost, sorry. As the head of a martial arts gym, you couldn't even teach a lesson to someone who insulted you. What was the point of learning such trash Martial Arts? To end up like you, getting pinned down and hammered after mastering it? Once such a label was attached to them, the reputation of their Primordial Form Intent Martial Arts Gym would be ruined! That was truly fatal!

I must bring out 120 percent of my strength! Ma Yuankai murmured under his breath. He silently regulated his breathing, watching Zhang Beixing, and then...

BOOM!

Without warning, they both made their moves again. Because he felt the pressure from Zhang Beixing, this time Ma Yuankai held nothing back, even unleashing his Vital Energy externally. Splitting Fist, Bursting Fist, Nine Rings, Anchoring Cannon, Tiger-Crane Dual Form, Monkey Snatches the Moon... With Ma Yuankai's ever-changing moves, a multitude of Xingyi Fist techniques were also unleashed by him. If it were any other Grandmaster facing his relentless attack, they would surely suffer severe injuries, if not find themselves in a sorry state.

But he was facing Zhang Beixing—the man whose attributes all exceeded one hundred, reaching the human Physical Limit! Even though Ma Yuankai was attacking with all his might, he still couldn't do much against Zhang Beixing. While they seemed evenly matched, Zhang Beixing actually held the advantage, a sixty-forty split in his favor—Ma Yuankai forty, Zhang Beixing sixty!

How is this possible?! Realizing this, Ma Yuankai roared, going all out.

POW! POW! POW!

The sound of fists striking flesh resounded. Zhang Beixing raised his hand to parry Ma Yuankai's techniques and began to take the fight seriously. Although Ma Yuankai was a bit hot-tempered, it must be said that he truly had strength! His mastery of Xingyi Fist was extraordinarily high!

Before encountering Liu Yi, Zhang Beixing hadn't had much exposure to Great Xia's Martial Arts, but even so, he knew that Xingyi Fist had an astonishing amount to learn. Besides the most basic Triple-Body Stance training, one also had to study the Five Elements Fist, which corresponded to the Five Elements theory, as well as the deviously designed Twelve Shapes Fist. Such complex techniques and formidable killing power led to a peculiar phenomenon: it was simple to start learning Xingyi Fist, but to fully grasp and understand even one of its aspects without spending a decade was simply impossible!

Yet now, at the age of sixty-six, Ma Yuankai had fully mastered Xingyi Fist. He practiced it so that its techniques flowed seamlessly, interwoven and making it impossible for opponents to defend effectively.

Indeed worthy of being the head of the Primordial Form Intent Martial Arts Gym. Interesting! With a move like Erlang Carrying a Mountain, Zhang Beixing dissolved Ma Yuankai's assault. Even during the match, Zhang Beixing had the leeway to comment. And it wasn't just about commenting; he could even learn while fighting. So much so that after just seven or eight minutes, he had almost entirely assimilated Ma Yuankai's skills!

Watching Ma Yuankai's stamina drain more and more as time passed, and the techniques he struck out with were no longer novel. After fighting with him for another three or four minutes and a few dozen moves, Zhang Beixing saw that he had learned all of Ma Yuankai's understanding of Xingyi Fist. Zhang Beixing felt it was time to end this match.

So, under the gaze of everyone, he, who had been mostly on the defensive while countering Ma Yuankai's fierce attacks, suddenly changed his approach, precisely seizing Ma Yuankai's incoming fist. Ma Yuankai tried to retract his fist, but it was clamped down as if by a vise, immovable no matter how hard he struggled. Ma Yuankai realized something and looked at Zhang Beixing with shock and suspicion. He saw Zhang Beixing move his captured fist aside and grin, a radiant smile spreading across his face. He didn't say anything, yet it was as if he had said everything.

Then, under Ma Yuankai's gaze, Zhang Beixing freed his other hand, winding it up for a full swing.

SLAP!

THUD!

Following a crisp snap and a dull thud, Ma Yuankai, who had been pressuring Zhang Beixing for about ten minutes, suddenly fell straight to the ground, knocked out cold!

"What in the world?!"

Seeing this scene, not just the disciples of the Primordial Form Intent sect were dumbfounded; even Liu Yi was stunned. He looked blankly at Zhang Beixing, then at Ma Yuankai, who had been struck to the ground by Zhang Beixing's full swing of his palm.

"Damn!" Liu Yi exclaimed. As Zhang Beixing's master, he knew Zhang Beixing was awesome, but he hadn't expected Zhang Beixing to be so freaking awesome! A single slap could take down Ma Yuankai, a veteran Grandmaster, to the ground? But if you had this strength, why did you fight an evenly matched battle with Ma Yuankai before? Could it be...

A preposterous thought flashed through Liu Yi's mind. Subsequently, as if to confirm his thought was correct, he saw Zhang Beixing—after flattening Ma Yuankai with a slap—pull out a notebook and a pen from his inner jacket pocket. Standing on the stage, Zhang Beixing began seriously scribbling away.

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