I Can See Your Combat Power

- Fifty-Seven: The Settlement

: Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Settlement

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The “Heavenly Determination Fist” is a set of martial arts of the Mortal Realm.

It is widely disseminated and characterized by longer bridges, long-handed attacks, jumping and agile, sparkling flexibility, and ferocious fist potential. Its unique power is also torrential and unmatched.

Every wandering martial artist knows a few moves of the “Heavenly Determination Fist,” but none are as comprehensive as that collected by the

Tang Clan.

According to Tang Luo’s judgement, the “Heavenly Determination Fist” is likely a basic skill for a more potent martial arts technique. It needs to be combined with unique skills to fully unleash its power.

Even without unique skills, Tang Luo has made significant advances in the

“Heavenly Determination Fist.”

So thinking about the extraordinary might of the Heavenly Determination Fist,

Pang Yan encouraged himself:

“I’ll definitely win.”

Pang Yan shrugged his shoulders and straightened his back, putting strength through his bones. As he unleashed his power, the spiritual energy in his Dantian wildly swirled at the arms.

A mist-like white spiritual power circulated in his fists, as if Pang Yan’s fists were wearing a pair of spiral-patterned white gloves.

Gathering spiritual power, Pang Yan lunged his arms in a crouch stance. With a right rotation of his upper body and his right knee bent in a half-squat, his left knee straightened to form the bowing stance.

His upper body looked as if it was being pulled back by the Power Fist, while his lower body remained in the bow pose, seeming like a green pine bent by a gale.

Pang Yan’s gaze was cold and stem. A sense of pride surged up his throat, making him utter a roaring sound, sounding like a tiger’s roar. The spiritual energy suddenly stood still.

The emotional cry moved mountains and rivers, a step caused wind and clouds

to form!

A strike fells the tiger with the Heavenly Determination Fist!

White spiral energy wrapped around Pang Yan’s body, as if transforming into the shape of a fierce tiger, wrapping Pang Yan as he pounced towards

Chaipeng.

In the face of such a powerful attack, Chaipeng remained calm. He infused his fists with spiritual energy, held his fists upward, placed them on either side of his waist, and kept his upper body straight. He relaxed his waist and sank his shoulders and elbows.

However, with the aggressive move and the same level of cultivation, the

“Eagle Claw” technique may not be able to handle it.

The onlookers, all from the Tang Clan, thought Chaipeng’s move seemed too ambitious. If the “Eagle Claw” could easily tear through the “Heavenly Determination Fist,” why would martial artists practice the “Heavenly Determination Fist”? Everyone should simply practice the “Eagle Claw” technique.

Only Tang Luo covered his face with his palm, unable to bear the sight of what

was to come.

Everyone’s understanding was spot on, the Eagle Claw could not break through the force of the Punching Tiger. However, they were not aware that a technique they researched, the “Dash Thunder Claw,” had been incorporated into their moves.

The “Dash Thunder Claw” is an extremely penetrating finger technique and is known as the number one penetrative move in martial arts of the Mortal Realm.

Unfortunately, they have successfully merged the “Dash Thunder Claw” and

“Eagle Claw” techniques.

If the former name of the Eagle Claw technique was the “Powerful Eagle Claw,” it should now be renamed as the “Eagle Thunder Claw.

As Pang Yan charged forward, the distance between the two closed up.

Chaipeng’s fists suddenly shone with flashes of lightning.

“Zzz, zzz.”

Electricity instantaneously spread all over Pang Yan’s hands. The observing martial artists couldn’t believe their eyes. Was this the Eagle Claw or the Dash Thunder Claw?

Pang Yan raised his paw-like hands and struck down forcefully at the approaching Punching Tiger energy. The white tiger energy was ripped in half, revealing Pang Yan still in his bow and arrow posture.

With the Tiger’s energy torn apart, Pang Yan’s heart started to sink. But his soaring determination wouldn’t allow him to admit defeat just yet.

If the mysterious Punching Tiger is being broken, then taste my “Spiral Shock”! Pang Yan swung his right fist at Chaipeng, trying to finish the move with spiral energy.

“Zzz~”

A left hand glowing with blue light suddenly covered Pang Yan’s fist. The spiral energy was shattered again, revealing Chaipeng’s cold face.

I can’t lose! The dreadful fear urged Pang Yan to retreat, but his right fist was firmly gripped by the Eagle Claw, making it unable to move.

“Zzz”

Faster than lightning, Chaipeng’s other hand landed on Pang Yan’s throat. Pulsating with electricity, it exploded on Pang Yan’s skin, causing waves of stinging pain.

“Final round, Chai Pengfei, wins.”

Chai Pengfei dispersed his Spiritual Power, released Pang Yan’s hand, and stepped off the stage.

In agony, Pang Yan couldn’t believe what had happened. He couldn’t turn around, as he was unable to face the expectant eyes behind him. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Why didn’t he fall on the stage? Pang Yan’s sudden thought was a reflection of his desperation.

“Come down.”

A call from a distance brought Pang Yan, who was still standing on the stage in a punching position, back to reality.

Tears instantly welled up in his eyes. It was Instructor Tang’s voice, still calm and composed.

Pang Yan jumped off the stage like a zombie and returned to the spectator area of Cultivation Ground N0.7.

“You did well.” Tang Luo patted Pang Yan’s arm.

“Yes. Brother Yan, you were really close.”

“Yeah, yeah, if it weren’t for that guy’s luck in mastering a new move, with your strength, you would have definitely beaten him.

One hand after another patted Pang Yan’s body, comforting words echoed in his ears.

But why can’t he lift his head? Tears streaming down his face, Pang Yan bit his lip, trying not to make a sound.

As an “old man” of Cultivation Ground N0.7, this was not his first time participating in the tournament. He also lost in the first round in the past, but why was he so unwilling to accept defeat this time?

“It’s actually my fault.” came the voice of Zhan Ping with regret.

-If I had won the first match against Teng Liyan and exhausted Fang Xinghan’s stamina, we would definitely have been able to challenge Cultivation Ground

N0.2.”

“You’re wrong, it’s actually my fault. If I hadn’t tried to block Fang Xinghan’s wooden stick with my blade, allowing Brother Yan to face Chai Pengfei in perfect condition, we would have won. It’s all my fault.”

That was Bao Zuo’s voice.

Pang Yan didn’t know how to respond. He knew he had been outperformed, but why were they all consoling him?

With his neck gripped firmly, Pang Yan had his head forcibly raised.

“Listen carefully, these cheers are for you.” Tang Luo stood on a stool, holding Pang Yan’s neck, and said coolly.

With tears streaming down his face, Pang Yan saw the disciples of the Tang Clan stand up in large numbers and applaud toward Cultivation Ground N0.7. The so-called miracle is an unexpected team bringing surprise to the audience.

Cultivation Ground N0.7 had done it.

But being spectacular didn’t mean that the students of Cultivation Ground N0.7 should win.

Tang Luo knew better.

If merely a month or two of effort before the tournament could defeat Cultivation Ground No.2, which had been training for several years, then, where would the significance of true dedication be?

So-called Kung Fu is worn out over time, a day or two, who knows who’s the strongest?

One or two months, only a rough estimate can be made.

But the result of Cultivation Ground No.2’s decade of day-to-day training was an overwhelming victory.

Being on the same level of the Mortal Realm, Chai Pengfei’s physical strength was at least fifty percent stronger than Pang Yan’s.

Even if you fight ten more times, can you, Pang Yan, truly find a chance to win?