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On the platform, two figures moved swiftly, fists and feet flying, creating a series of cracking sounds as they collided. Below, there was complete silence; everyone was focused intently on the battle between the two.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, one of the figures flew off the platform and crashed to the ground.
"Next!"
No one spoke. Soon, another person jumped up, all the Loose Cultivators seething with anger, eager to show Lufan a lesson.
Lufan's eyes lit up. Without waiting for the newcomer to steady himself, he stepped forward and delivered a punch straight to the chest, the force of his fist overwhelming!
Fist Technique, Taizu Changquan!
The crowd's expressions changed. Another new Martial Arts Technique? How many different Martial Arts Techniques did this young man know? This was already the thirty-seventh technique he had used!
Did he intend to use a completely new Martial Arts Technique every time he defeated someone?
Indeed, by now, Lufan had already switched to thirty-seven different martial arts styles because he changed his technique with each new opponent he faced.
This included various styles such as punches, palms, fingers, and claws—each capable of standing on its own.
After provoking all the Loose Cultivators, it turned out that many challengers came forward one after another to teach him a lesson.
However, he changed his previous approach; instead of winning with a single move, he began to employ various basic Fist Techniques he had learned. He engaged each challenger in a grappling manner to refine his Fist Technique skills.
This method proved effective. Among the Fist Techniques Lufan had learned, due to time constraints, there were many he had not practiced thoroughly—he had only understood them once. In reality, he was truly familiar with only about a dozen techniques.
However, now, taking advantage of his strength, Lufan began to use the unfamiliar Fist Technique to fight against them. Although he was initially at a disadvantage, he discovered during his battles with the Loose Cultivators that those Fist Techniques, which were once quite unfamiliar to him, quickly became proficient under the pressure of combat.
What delighted him even more was that as he became more skilled with the Fist Technique, many of the concepts he previously struggled to understand began to become clearer.
At the same time, he noticed that although most of these Loose Cultivators were not very strong, each one had their own unique skills that were impressive.
These unique skills were developed by the Loose Cultivators over years of exploration and refinement, tailored to suit their individual strengths, and each technique possessed considerable power.
Some of the intricacies were so remarkable that even Lufan, with his extensive knowledge of martial arts manuals, couldn't help but admire them.
Indeed, one should never underestimate the wisdom of people; everyone has their own unique qualities.
Thus, every time he faced a new opponent, Lufan would switch to a different Fist Technique, continuously honing his skills while also observing and learning from his opponent's unique abilities. Once he had grasped their techniques sufficiently, he would defeat them and move on to another opponent.
Combat truly is the best teacher. Through intense battles and learning experiences, Lufan's understanding of the Fist Technique, familiarity with it, and combat experience grew rapidly at every moment.
All of this was thanks to his training in the Nine Yang Divine Skill and Heaven and Earth Great Shift among other Divine Skills. He had nearly mastered all variations of physical energy flow in just a few months of hard training and had reviewed almost all martial arts theories stored in his mind.
It could be said that in terms of theoretical knowledge about Fist Technique, Lufan was likely on par with any martial arts master in the world.
No martial arts master had conditions like his—access to an overwhelming number of martial arts manuals for study and the convenience of reading through memory.
In terms of theory and insight, Lufan had already reached a high level; what he truly lacked was practical experience. He had accumulated enough knowledge; what he needed was an opportunity for transformation.
And this battle against thousands was the best opportunity he could create for himself; he aimed to use it as a crucible for a crucial transformation.
As the battle continued, Lufan's understanding of the Fist Technique deepened. The time required to become familiar with previously unpracticed techniques shortened significantly, and learning his opponent's unique skills became easier. He also finished each battle more quickly.
Eventually, he reached a point where he could almost instantly perceive the changes in energy dynamics and evolution principles behind his opponent's signature moves and learn them immediately.
He no longer confined himself to the constraints of any ordinary Fist Technique. His strikes, whether punches, palms, or claws, were executed with great casualness, yet they conveyed a sense of fluidity and naturalness that was anything but abrupt.
Soon, he had fought his way to the two hundredth opponent.
Lufan felt increasingly excited. He could sense that as he became more proficient in various foundational Fist Techniques and gained deeper insights into the principles of boxing, many basic Fist Techniques and boxing theories began to merge in his mind. It felt as if something was brewing within him.
However, that feeling was quite elusive; he often struggled to grasp it. Lufan knew deep down that his accumulation was still lacking. In other words, he needed greater pressure and stronger battles!
The expressions of the crowd below grew serious. If Lufan's earlier display of dozens of Martial Arts Techniques had shocked them, that was one thing; after all, they viewed those techniques as merely ordinary, which only indicated that Lufan was well-read and had a talent for learning Martial Arts Techniques.
However, as time passed, their feelings evolved from mere shock to sheer astonishment.
They could clearly sense that the young man's talent for Martial Arts Techniques was astonishing. Many of the techniques he used appeared quite unfamiliar, clearly learned not long ago.
Yet in an instant, he became proficient, executing them with such fluidity that he seemed like a seasoned practitioner rather than a beginner. The transformation was so drastic that it was hard to believe.
They even briefly suspected that Lufan was putting on an act, but quickly dismissed the thought; it seemed unnecessary and far too trivial for a true Martial Cultivator to engage in such antics.
What was even more unbelievable was that they sensed something very special emanating from Lufan—something said to be grasped only by extraordinary prodigies who might comprehend it ahead of time.
Momentum!
Though faint, the Martial Cultivators at the front of the platform could genuinely feel a subtle pressure emanating from Lufan, reminiscent of the legendary "momentum."
This sensation was particularly pronounced for the Loose Cultivator currently battling Lufan. At this moment, he found himself breaking into a light sweat just trying to withstand the pressure of that momentum.
Yet Lufan remained oblivious to this; he was immersed in that subtle and vague realization. He was so focused on capturing that insight that he relentlessly pursued his opponent.
As a result, his opponent found himself in a dire situation, having no chance to jump off the stage and concede defeat. He could only flee desperately; otherwise, if he were hit by one of Lufan's punches in this state, it would likely cost him his life.
"Can he really condense his fist's momentum?" the dark-skinned Short-Haired Man exclaimed softly.
"It's a miracle. I thought he was just trying to boost his presence, but it turns out there really is such a person. We are truly fortunate to witness this moment," Chu Lao also marveled.
"Even you say so, it seems this is indeed momentum. But can we tell what kind of 'momentum' it is?" the Short-Haired Man asked.
"Didn't you hear him? He wants to condense the Invincible Momentum!"
"The Invincible Fist Technique! How is that possible? Who in this world dares to claim invincibility? Even the Peerless Grandmaster wouldn't dare to boast such a thing," the Short-Haired Man's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Who knows? However, it's rare for a young person to have such ambition. Looking at him now, he must be at a critical moment of understanding. Our Loose Cultivator lineage rarely produces someone like him, so let's help him out."
"How do we help?"
"Very simple."
The Loose Cultivator who was fighting Lufan finally found an opportunity and rolled off the stage in a hurry. Lufan lost his opponent and stood on the stage with a confused expression, unsure of what to do.
At that moment, an elderly voice like thunder rang out:
"All Loose Cultivators, surround him alone! The winner will receive the Shenglong Talisman!"
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