I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 60: Chapter Fifty-Six: The Gap (A new week,

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Pang Yan nodded at Tang Luo, climbing up the fighting platform.

“Round four, Pang Yan versus Fang Xinghan, begin.”

Fang Xinghan nodded at Pang Yan, saying, “This one should be more of a challenge.”

Having said that, he adopted the opening stance of the “Flying Flower Palm”.

Pang Yan was not concerned with responding to Fang Xinghan’s praise; his goal was more than just defeating his current opponent. He needed to win for the sake of the entire training ground, not just himself.

Only by claiming the top spot in the tournament would each cultivator be rewarded with a piece of Spiritual Armor.

Many clan members may find ordinary, Mortal Realm-grade Spiritual Armor beneath them, refusing to wear it out of fear of ridicule.

However, for orphan-born warriors like them, a set of Mortal-Realm-grade Spiritual Armor could be a lifeline in the dangerous world they inhabit.

Thus, he was determined to win this fight.

With resolute eyes, Pang Yan charged towards Fang Xinghan who responded in kind, summoning spiritual energy, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

In an instant, six palm shadows appeared, his arms enveloped in Spiritual Energy – simultaneously real and illusion – an exhibit of the secrets of the Flying Flower Palm – “Flying Flower Illusion”.

Although he had recently learned this set, Fang Xinghan had already managed to simultaneously employ both palms, each creating three palm shadows. Each shadow carried one fourth of the power of a real palm strike. Minus the physical force, but already formidable against a Mortal Realm opponent lacking defensive aura, it could still cause severe damage.

This was his greatest reliance after taking the stage with only a wooden stick in hand.

Employing this method against a student from Cultivation Ground No. 7 was more than sufficient. Fang Xinghan straightened his back in a proud manner, his body bringing out the elegance of the palm shadows, appearing ethereal.

He intended to defeat his opponent in style, just like last time. Fang Xinghan’s eyes twinkled with amusement, a slight smile adorning his face.

Pang Yan looked at the Flying Flower Palm shadows in front of him, his face neutrally expressionless.

Having grown up with Du Ze, who would always share his good fortune with him, Pang Yan would have been cautious against another technique, but against the “Flying Flower Palm”?

Sorry, you just had bad luck.

While sprinting, Pang Yan also spread his palms, revealing the same “Flying Flower Palm” style, the Flying Flower Illusion!

As Spiritual Power surged through his palms, Pang Yan’s mind was clear and composed. When he knew what he was fighting for, he felt a kind of unimaginable clarity.

The spiritual energy in his dantian flowed through the meridians into his palms, reaching the meridian points. Burst!

The Inner Gate point – Burst again!

The Great Hillock point, the Palace of Toil – Burst one after another!

Pang Yan’s execution of the Flying Flower Palm had never been so fluid before; the full eight palm shadows obstructed his upper body, obscuring his figure.

Seeing Pang Yan use the same technique, Fang Xinghan silently prayed, hoping that Pang Yan wouldn’t create more palm shadows than him.

Both being at the peak of the Mortal Realm, their output of Spiritual Power was actually not that different, but if they were to counter each other using the same technique, the skill mastery would determine the balance of victory and defeat.

Observing Pang Yan successively conjure four palm shadows one after another, Fang Xinghan quietly cursed his rotten luck.

Like Pang Yan, he lacked a protective aura and wouldn’t be able to withstand the power of the Flying Flower Palm attack.

However, the gap between them was already too short. Even if he wanted to change his strategy, it was too late. In desperation, he came up with a quick solution, jumped slightly and bent his arms a little.

The two techniques clashed.

The battle between the Palm Power of eight palm shadows and that of six palm shadows was about to begin.

As soon as Fang Xinghan and Pang Yan made contact, there was a series of blasts. The Spiritual Power was roaring in their palms, the huge counter-shock catapulting the airborne teenager far away.

In the face of an unstoppable move, Fang Xinghan chose a ‘lose-the-battle-to-win-the-war’ tactic by deliberately setting off a significant counter-shock. If the two really fought earnestly, the consequences would be worse than just injury.

In the midst of tumbling through the air, Fang Xinghan tried to increase the distance between him and Pang Yan.

But Pang Yan had no intention of letting him succeed. He brought his palms together, and two shadows merged into one – “Butterfly Dance of the Flying Flower”.

It was a signature move of the “Flying Flower Palm” technique and also the only palm power attack in Flying Flower Palm that moves through empty space.

Two palm shadows intertwined and rushed towards Fang Xinghan, creating an illusion of a butterfly flitting away into the distance.

Fang Xinghan, who was busy tumbling in the air, was oblivious, and was hit in his back by the Butterfly Dance of the Flying Flower. The once confident-looking boy was once again sent flying, landing off the platform in a rather ridiculous pose.

“Pang Yan wins!” Tang Bin announced, his eyes filled with surprise and joy.

It seemed that his decision to go against public opinion and let Tang Luo become the Martial Technique Instructor was a wise one. The level of combat skills shown in today’s fight by those from the insignificant Cultivation Ground N0.7 was an eye-opener.

Seeing the second contestant from Cultivation Ground No.2 overthrown, the watching nobles were all in an uproar.

They couldn’t believe their eyes: Cultivation Ground No.2, which traditionally fared quite well in the finals, was being beaten so badly by Cultivation Ground N0.7 this year?

The result inevitably led them to doubt whether the teaching level at Cultivation Ground N0.2 was declining.

As for Fang Xinghan, who had fallen off the platform, he got up swiftly, still very unhappy.

“If I had a weapon in my hand, the outcome would still be uncertain!” He shouted at Pang Yan on the platform, his face bright red.

Being knocked off the platform in such a humiliating way was a blow to the pride of this talented young man.

Pang Yan ignored him, instead turning towards his last opponent – Chai Pengfei.

“You’re so tall, are you cospalying a giraffe?” The towering opponent was subjected to a verbal assault by the smaller combatant.

“It’s definitely not scientific to have a seventeen-year-old child that’s 1.88 meters tall.” Tang Luo glared at the distant teenager approaching the platform, feeling indignant.

The two contenders faced each other, with Pang Yan towering above the teenager in front of him by a full head, he paused to adjust his breath.

“Final match, Pang Yan versus Chai Pengfei, begin.”

As Tang Bin’s voice fell, the two who were just adjusting their breath indifferently, rushed at each other like wild beasts the very instant.

The determination in their eyes was unhidden.

I must win! That was the only idea in each of the young men’s hearts.

“Bang!”

Their right fists collided, creating a wave of air disturbed by the Spiritual Power infused punches.

“It’s so heavy!” Pang Yan’s face changed. The opponent’s fist seemed as emboldened as a slab of iron. After only one punch, he felt as if he had sprained his wrist.

The sound of swirling wind interrupted Pang Yan’s thoughts, Chai Pengfei had already retracted his right fist, and lunged a kick towards his face.

Pang Yan raised his left hand in defense.

“Smack!”

“Bang.”

The sound of the leg colliding with his arm sounded like two bamboo sticks clashing, producing a clear sound. Pang Yan was knocked to the ground by the sheer force.

“Can’t fight directly with him.” Pang Yan, who was knocked over by the kick, made a quick decision and rolled to the right, using the momentum to distance himself from his adversary. He then stood firm and adopted the beginning stance of the “Heavenly Determination Fist”.

Chai Pengfei glanced at Pang Yan and slowly lowered his foot.

His two initial warm-up moves had already caused Pang Yan’s left and right hands to tremble slightly.

“Even at the peak of the Mortal Realm, can the gap be so large?” Pang Yan couldn’t believe it. What was the worth of his painstaking training over the past period of time?

Panic made him lose his calm.. Pang Yan decided to deploy the secret skill of the “Heavenly Determination Fist”, aiming for a quick victory!