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Chapter 259 The most gorgeous man with skills and skills
The country of Shura.

In front of the Beidoutai Temple.

In the spacious dojo stood a young man who was about 1.9 meters tall, about 21 years old, wearing a silver-gray martial arts uniform, with thick arms and a slim waist, and a perfect physique.

He wore a headband, had cold eyes, a straight nose, and a carefree look on his face. His sharp face revealed masculinity, yet also had a unique gentle temperament.

There was no one around except him.

It stands like a quiet mountain range.

If you only look at it with your naked eyes, judging from its size and mass, you might not feel how obviously powerful, strong, and unmatched it is, nor can you sense how fierce and terrifying its aura is.

But he alone seemed to be the only one in the world. As soon as everyone saw him for the first time, they would involuntarily ignore everything around them.

The deep yellow ginkgo leaves fell one by one in front of him with the breeze. Soon, the stone slabs on the ground that were divided into meters wide were covered with gold.

The young man stretched out his slender fingers and gently plucked the fallen leaves hanging on his black hair that fell on his back. An invisible magnetic field of life energy that was difficult to observe directly with the naked eye quietly spread around him.

There was a layer of fallen leaves under my feet, which created ripples like the surface of water.

Then, he began to swing his fists slowly, which was the most basic kumite of the Beidou lineage.

His boxing style was slow, restrained, and smooth, seemingly blending perfectly with the airflow around him. His dancing arms were full of strength and beauty, and the airflow driven by his fingertips lifted up the leaves on the ground, sending them flying silently back and forth in front of him.

A set of punches was thrown out slowly and steadily, without any contact or collision, relying only on the difficult-to-control airflow. More than ten thousand fallen leaves and dust within a radius of ten feet gradually surrounded the body, enveloping the young man's entire body, as if covered by a layer of golden light.

It was as if he was embracing the entire world in his arms, driven by his boxing skills that were as graceful as flowing water. His movements were so gentle that it seemed as if he was not exerting any strength at all, but more and more fallen leaves gathered together.

In the end, all the apricot leaves within a radius of dozens of feet were flying in the air, and then gathered into a ball with the young man as the center, circling continuously.

In this situation, inside the seemingly airtight sphere of fallen leaves, the young man continued as if he was completely unaffected.

The young man practiced it over and over again, from all angles, countless times. After an unknown amount of time, he stood still, exhaled slowly, and raised his hand slightly...

"Snapped"

Accompanied by an imperceptible sound of breaking.

The fallen leaves all over the sky suddenly broke down into extremely fine fiber fragments, as if they were crushed and annihilated by an invisible force, and dissipated into invisible forms like dust.

Then, the force gradually spread with the wind.

Not only in the area several dozen feet or dozens of feet around the young man, but also in all directions in front, behind, and around him, there seemed to be an absolute domain. The atmosphere was vibrating, and an invisible force was sweeping up the air, generating air waves and shock waves that only gradually decayed away after being hundreds of feet away.

The impact wave was not strong, but rather extremely gentle. Even an ordinary person who had never practiced any boxing techniques would not be hurt at all and would only feel a breeze on his face.

But wherever the force passed, hundreds of thousands or even millions of fallen leaves were silently turned into dust and mixed with the dust and dirt on the ground, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

In the end, the story centers on the young man who closed his eyes.

Beyond the visual range, a strange "blank" scene appeared on a vast area of dozens of acres of land.

Of course, he didn't realize it at the beginning, but such a magnificent and grand movement in the end could not fail to attract the attention of the two old men in the Thai Temple not far away.

“Tochi... It seems that your mastery of the moves is no less than mine..." The tall old man with a long beard and dressed in monk's robes paused, and said with a smile that was both relieved and bitter, "No, perhaps even I can hardly match you in the aspect of soft fist..." A thousand years... perhaps even two thousand years, his disciple Tochi also possessed the strongest talent and the most gorgeous moves among countless geniuses.

The even older man next to him, Qiu Kai, first widened his eyes in astonishment. In the previous moment, he had witnessed such an incredible and shocking thing with his own eyes.

"Leopard, Gao and the others don't complain about losing..."

He sighed again and looked into this familiar yet unfamiliar young man's eyes, which were filled with more complicated emotions.

On the one hand, they were happy for his extraordinary talent. After inheriting the clan's fist, the young Tochi who was sent out of Shura Country by him had grown to the same level as their older generation. But on the other hand, Qiu Kai felt sad for his disciples.

"If it was Toki, it would be extremely difficult for Han to surpass him..."

There is already a huge gap that cannot be ignored between the disciples taught by Qiu Kai and the disciples of Long Quan. How can Qiu Kai, who has practiced "Beidou Liu Family Fist" all his life and firmly believed that it is invincible, not feel frustrated?

Yes, after the heavenly bestowal ceremony was completed and all the truth was revealed, "Beidou Liuquan" has now taken back the name of "Beidou Liujiaquan".

And Qiu Kai knew that all this was because of someone, the disciple of Long Quan, the third brother of Beidou, Jia Ji, who inherited the Zongjia Fist and left.

Because of the appearance of this person without bloodline and destiny, the other three disciples of Long Quan all showed abnormalities to a horrifying degree.

If it weren't for him, Tochi and Rao might not have been able to defeat his disciples, but now, even the underage Kenshiro has the strength to suppress them in the subsequent competitions.

"Master Long Quan, Uncle Qiu Kai..."

The young man named Tochi came back to his senses from the afterglow, bowed to his elder, then raised his head without any hesitation, and looked directly at the old man in front of him with his bright eyes full of vitality and energy.

"I'm leaving too..."

He used the word "also", and the two people in front of him showed no surprise at all.

Long Quan nodded silently, then simply said, "Go ahead."

He knew that this was inevitable, due to a boxer's persistence and indelible desire to win.

Yes, every time his third disciple disappeared and reappeared, his strength would be boosted to an exaggerating level, bringing endless pressure to the rest of his fellow disciples. If this continued, there would be no need for more competitions, as the title of Beidou's successor would definitely belong to Jia Ji.

Before Tochi, Rao and Kenshiro had already left. One of them went to look for the hidden "Yuan Dou Huang Fist", while the other went back to Nan Dou, apparently intending to challenge all the Six Sacred Fists.

"Where are you going? Are you going to look for the boxing techniques that are from the same sect as Beidou?"

Dragon Fist refers to the two styles of martial arts that were thought to have disappeared, the "North Star Sun Family Fist" and the "North Star Cao Family Fist".

"Yes... but, there are more than just them."

Tochi looked into the distance, as if he could penetrate the invisible space and see the ancient Eastern land, those famous mountains and rivers where countless boxers were hidden.

"I can't fall too far behind... After all, there is no brother in this world who is stronger than his brother."

Two days later, the last of the three Beidou brothers left the dojo to find his own way.

(End of this chapter)