Chapter 32 A newborn tiger sharpens its teeth, ready to kill countless people.

Words : 1915 Updated : Sep 10th, 2025

The rules of this entire world were such that half had to listen to the Emperor in the Golden Throne Hall, while the other half was up for negotiation, apportioned among three places, one was the thatched cottage above Kunlun, another was the Heavenly Dragon Institute, standing among the mountaintops with chains crossing the river, and the last was the Taoist Sect, constantly challenged by various masterful martial artists.In the thatched cottage lived an odd fellow, who had traveled the world and never met defeat, saddled with a melancholy spirit. The Heavenly Dragon Institute was home to a group of madmen chasing the limits of power with the belief that 'the heavens lacked a handle, the earth lacked a ring', with generational emergence of those whose fists could connect with the divine. As for the Taoist Sect, where bright shining martial artists once wantonly sought trouble in former years, they have now vanished into smoke and ashes, yet the Taoist Sect remained just that - the Taoist Sect: the sea of clouds churned, and the pine needles stayed evergreen, at most... the red wooden pillars had just received a fresh coat of paint. Back when the dynasty was newly established, during the standardization of measurements, the heads of the Heavenly Dragon Institute and the Sect Leader of the Taoist Sect were summoned as the main guests, as the factions differed substantially, those associated with martial artists disputed incessantly, arguing ceaselessly, you mentioned "mysterious transcendence", I spoke of "embracing the elixir", enraged by this, the head of the Heavenly Dragon Institute, who could then only count to nine, smashed the ancestral tablets of various factions with his fists, drank three jars of strong liquor, sat on the rooftop cursing the founding Emperor for the time it takes an incense to burn, and left behind nine fist marks on the Heavenly Secrets Peak before striding away. From then on, all things under heaven were divided into Ninth Ranks. Among them, the Lower Third Rank spread widely such that in the eyes of ordinary people of Jianghu, Seventh Rank weapons were considered top tier; thus, within this Lower Third Rank, there were further divisions of upper, middle, and lower, with Ninth Grade at the bottom, merely mundane, Seventh Rank at the top, worthy of being called Jianghu's sharp weapons. And if one is not particular about how comfortable to handle the Eight Grade woods are, finding a strong carpenter to plane a fire poker could still qualify as an Eighth Grade weapon. After Xiahou Xuan had finished explaining with a tone mixed between gentleness and schadenfreude, Wang Anfeng's complexion turned slightly pale, feeling a faint throbbing in his own fingers. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Sealing the Inner Strength, and using both hands to break a hundred Eighth Rank trees... If one thinks about it that way, then lifting ten thousand catties of water wouldn't be simple either. Huangfu Xiong, sharing the same plight, patted Wang Anfeng on the shoulder and sighed, "Brother, we face a heavy burden and a long road…" Xiahou Xuan, however, unfolded his folding fan, chuckled lightly and said, "Why don't you just let the water flow; it'd save some energy for facing this punishment later?" Wang Anfeng's gaze flickered slightly, he breathed out a murky breath slowly, glanced at the yellow paper, and then looked again towards the arena. Master, is this the trial you set for your disciple? I will do it and show you. With hands slightly clenched, Wang Anfeng gave Xiahou Xuan and the others a fist salute, then made his way through the crowd toward the arena, where the tall and robust young man had just received from a tall thin middle-aged man a pair of fist wraps that seemed made of gold and jade, covering his fists, waved them, and produced a robust Fist Strength, eliciting a round of admiration from below. "Senior Brother Zeng, what a robust External Cultivation you possess!" A rather gentle-looking young girl, with both hands holding up and eyes sparkling, gazed at the young man above, while a man in his twenties chuckled and said, "The Zeng family of Wuxian is known for passing down External Cultivation arts; although his foundational External Cultivation is only about thirty percent complete and rough as old pine bark, his family's secret fist technique has yet to be learned. Yet, this set of Foundation Establishment fist skills is plain yet generous, powerful indeed, and now with that set of Eighth Grade fist wraps…" "Haha… he appears simple and naive, yet his mind is keen, having chosen a Sharp Weapon with his consecutive wins by naming that 'Flying Phoenix Finger Bind' which is allowed since it's not a Sharp Weapon, looking truly capable of winning three matches in a row." Wang Anfeng passed by them, his expression gradually recovering from that burning anticipation of combat, his heart clear as he watched the opponent on the stage. He specializes in Hard Kung Fu, along with that newly acquired Eighth Grade weapon, I must not meet force with force. But from the way the earlier match went, he seems not adept at dodging and shifting. And he knows little about me so, with what Brother Xue taught me, the Nine Palace Steps, combined with the Vigorous Step Technique's power technique, masquerading as a martial artist who wins with speed and movement technique, he'll likely underestimate my fist power, then I'll find a chance to strike with Full Strength using the momentum from the Vigorous Step Technique, and expose a weakness! Wang Anfeng's eyes grew increasingly calm after making contact with Huangfu Xiong and the others, realizing how far he still had to go in strength. Even if I had the equivalent of two hundred days of cultivation within the last hundred days compared to ordinary people, who among these hasn't trained in martial arts since childhood? Take each step surely and firmly. Ascending the arena, Wang Anfeng bowed with a fist salute to the tall and robust youth, and stood to one side. The middle-aged man acting as a mediator coughed and said, "Young heroes, sharp instruments are forbidden in this match, but apart from that, please display your skills fully. The match ends when one admits defeat or is knocked out of the arena." "This is a sparring match; stop at giving a signal. Both of you, please…" With that, his body flickered, almost like an afterimage, and he fell below the arena. Wang Anfeng could not contain a trace of nervousness in his eyes, but already having crossed hands with others, added with wanting to prove himself to his master, he launched an aggressive attack right away, his right foot stomping forward fiercely. As the inner strength flowed through his body, accompanied by a muffled sound, Wang Anfeng's figure soared like an enraged tiger. His fists crossed as his body brought forth a gust of wind, charging towards his opponent. Zeng Bo wore a grave expression, switching to defense instead of attack, but just as they were about to contact, Wang Anfeng bitterly bit down on his teeth and forcefully changed his steps. "Heaven relates to Qian, great is the Fire of Heaven." Six Palaces・Qian. Swish! Zeng Bo's right hand only grazed the flowing sleeve, and in a blur, the man was no longer in sight. Below, Xue Shisan's eyes gleamed slightly, emitting a light gasp, while on the platform, Wang Anfeng had already moved from Zeng Bo's blind spot to his back, his body surging forward. His right fist smashed toward the former's neck. Zeng Bo stepped forward, turning around to counter with a deadly punch. However, Wang Anfeng was merely setting a trap, seeking an opportunity to kill without exerting full strength. His footwork shifted, and Zeng Bo's fist once again brushed past his robes. The two exchanged positions like water flowing over a mountain, never clashing directly, but the subtleties of their match far exceeded the previous moments, eliciting a burst of cheers from the audience. Yet, a young man in the crowd chuckled, turning his head to talk to a friend, believing in his eyes, this duel had already ended. To combat with light-footed movement techniques in such a delicate manner clearly strains one's own body. Clearly, this was a novice. The two on the platform separated as soon as they touched, while Wang Anfeng kept his cool, retreating to a corner of the platform. However, at that moment, Zeng Bo's lips slightly curled up, causing Wang Anfeng to feel a slight shock. The next moment, accompanying a furious shout, the robust youth's speed sharply increased, rushing toward Wang Anfeng like a rampaging green ox, closing the distance within a few steps and fiercely unleashing a punch, generating a fierce fist wind, his agility incomparable to before. Wang Anfeng's pupils suddenly contracted. He had been tricked! It seemed he could again hear his father's laughter followed by his helpless words, "What you think is only what you think." "That is not the real truth." Before him was an opponent bursting with an even stronger aura, and behind him was the edge of the platform, a desperate situation. However, Wang Anfeng's eyes suddenly ignited with a stubborn flame. He halted his footsteps outright, pulled back his left palm, and fiercely drilled out with his right fist. The power of the Vigorous Step Technique coursed through his spine and concentrated into that punch, his eyes fixed intently on his opponent, refusing to back down and met attack with attack! All around, the cheers for Zeng Bo's victory filled the air, but below, Xue Shisan watching the nearly defeated young man, couldn't help but reveal a slight smirk. "Huangfu, did you say he's a newborn tiger, sharpening its teeth for a mass slaughter?" "Now, the first prey has appeared." Xiahou Xuan sneered, "But he's about to lose." "Yes, unless something unexpected happens." Huangfu Xiong tilted his head back and swallowed a sip of wine, looking towards Xue Shisan, "What could the unexpected be?" Xue Shisan glanced at the platform, his lips slightly upturned. "Anfeng's punches are very hard and heavy." Boom! On the platform, the fists collided heavily, Zeng Bo's right arm still bulging like a rocky mountain, but the smile on his face gradually twisted due to intense pain. Flying Phoenix Finger Bind, Eighth Rank fist wraps, neither metal nor wood, made from extraordinary jade. This weapon now cracked open, its formidable qi force like a ferocious tiger restraining its claws, causing his arm extreme pain and unconsciously making veins burst on his forehead. The young man below noticed the silence, turned his head back, his pupils abruptly contracted, his mouth unconsciously agaping. How could this be?! He had only spoken three sentences with a friend… How could… Wang Anfeng's black hair slightly drooped, hiding his features, his wrist vibrated fiercely, the set of Eighth Rank fist wraps exploded loudly, breaking into debris, revealing Zeng Bo's right fist, already bruised. Below, Xue Shisan laughed heartily as his eyes seemed to behold a greatly anticipated, beautiful existence, resembling a scenery as pristine as the Kunlun glass world. "So heavy, it disregards the grade of the Eighth Rank Jin Yu."

Chapter 32 A newborn tiger sharpens its teeth, ready to kill countless people.

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