Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

The training grounds are divided into two sections, east and west. Simultaneous sparring sessions commenced.

Fang Yuan's opponent was Fang Ming, a disciple of the main family who was at the early stage of the Flesh Refining Realm.

Fang Ming stood on the platform, looking at Fang Yuan opposite him, feeling a little apprehensive. The results of the strength test were still there, the three thousand jin cauldron lifted three inches off the ground, that pure physical strength made his scalp tingle. But out of respect for the family's scion, he could only grit his teeth and assume the stance.

At Fang Yuanshan's command, Fang Ming shouted and launched the first attack. He used the Fang family's basic Wind-Breaking Fist, his fist whistling as it smashed towards Fang Yuan's chest.

Fang Yuan stood still.

The doubled innate talent not only doubled the total amount of Qi and blood, but also brought about a qualitative change in the speed of Qi and blood circulation. The moment Fang Ming threw a punch, the Qi and blood in Fang Yuan's body poured into his legs and right arm like a river bursting its banks.

He didn't need to use any complicated martial arts techniques. He simply used the most basic crane stance footwork, slightly shifting his body to the side to avoid Fang Ming's punch, while simultaneously delivering a right punch.

A simple, unadorned straight punch.

Fang Ming was shocked and hurriedly crossed his arms to protect his chest.

A dull thud echoed across the training ground.

Fang Ming felt as if he had been struck head-on by a raging horse, his arm bones cracking under the strain. He was sent flying backward, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the bluestone slab below the martial arts stage.

one move.

Clean and efficient, without the slightest delay.

The audience was completely silent. A strength test was one thing; knocking a disciple of the same cultivation level off the stage with a single punch in a real fight was quite another. This absolute crushing of strength and vitality caused many disciples of the main family to change their expressions.

At this moment, Fang Hao's battle on the east-side martial arts arena also ended.

Fang Hao's opponent was a member of a collateral branch of the family. In order to establish his authority and regain the face he had lost in the strength test, Fang Hao showed no mercy.

Their attacks were swift and decisive.

The first punch shattered the opponent's defenses, the second broke his ribs, and the third blasted him off the stage. The young man from a collateral branch rolled several times on the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood, and immediately lost consciousness.

Cheers erupted from the host's side.

Fang Hao put away his punching stance and dusted off his sleeves. He enjoyed the sense of suppression that came with this absolute violence.

He turned around and looked down at Fang Yuan below the stage on the west side.

The prey is in position.

Fang Hao had a clear plan in mind. He wanted to personally call out Fang Yuan's name in front of all the collateral branches and the main family members. He wanted to crush this upstart into the mud, shattering Fang Yuan's dignity along with the unrealistic hopes of the collateral branches.

He opened his mouth, ready to utter that name.

But Fang Yuan didn't wait for him to make a sound.

Fang Yuan took a step forward and walked directly to the edge of his own training platform.

This move was so sudden that it instantly drew everyone's attention.

Fang Hao wanted to use me to establish his authority and force me to submit in front of everyone.

If I wait for him to speak, I will become a passive target, and even if I win, others will see it as a forced counterattack.

In a place like Fangjia, where only strength matters, being low-key won't earn you respect or resources.

If you're going to fight, you have to seize the initiative.

Since you want to be a hunter, I'll flip your table first.

Fang Yuan raised his right hand, his index finger pointing straight at Fang Hao on the East Platform, a distance of more than ten zhang.

"I won the first game."

His voice wasn't loud, but with the surge of his qi and blood, it clearly resonated throughout the entire training ground.

"According to the rules, the winner of each round has one opportunity to challenge anyone."

Fang Yuan looked at Fang Hao's increasingly stiff face and uttered the last five words.

"I want to challenge him."

Every word and phrase struck the bluestone slab.

The entire arena fell silent. The sound of the wind whistling through the flags on the iron pillars became jarringly loud at that moment.

A collateral branch member who had just advanced to the Body Refining Realm dared to challenge a long-established core member of the main family? This had never happened before in the history of the Fang family's martial arts hall. This unprecedented arrogance was beyond everyone's comprehension.

On the outskirts of the crowd, Fang Lin and Meng Wan, who had been watching from afar, turned deathly pale upon hearing these words. Meng Wan's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Fang Lin gripped his wife's arm tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Fang Ping huddled in the corner, his mouth half-open, his mind buzzing. He thought Fang Yuan would avoid his attacks and try to dodge as much as possible, but he didn't expect Fang Yuan to not only not dodge, but instead directly put the knife to Fang Hao's neck.

Fang Cheng stood in the main group's formation, swallowing hard. Looking at Fang Yuan's straight back, he suddenly felt that the finger pointing at Fang Hao was like a spear. He had originally thought Fang Yuan would be played to death by Fang Hao today, but now, how come the situation was completely out of Fang Hao's control?

On the East Terrace, Fang Hao's expression froze.

His prepared lines were stuck in his throat, neither coming out nor coming down, making his chest feel tight.

It got snatched away.

He was supposed to be the challenger, standing high above, but now he had become the target, singled out by name. This reversal of positions made him feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

Fang Hao's face twitched violently, and he laughed in anger. He felt this was an intolerable offense; how dare a peasant point his finger at him and issue a challenge?

"Fine, very well!" Fang Hao gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging, his eyes fixed on Fang Yuan. "If you insist on courting death, I'll grant your wish!"

On the viewing platform, the elders looked at each other in bewilderment.

Third Elder Fang Shoude frowned: "Nonsense. Although the rules allow it, for someone who has just broken through to a branch sect to challenge Fang Hao, who has been stabilizing his realm for months, isn't this just acting purely out of impulse?"

The First Elder, Fang Shouye, looked at the family head in the center: "Zhengkun, how should this matter be decided?"

Fang Zhengkun didn't look at them. His gaze passed over the crowd and landed squarely on Fang Yuan.

The boy's eyes were calm. There was no fanaticism, no indignation, only a chilling rationality. Fang Zhengkun had seen countless people, and he could tell at a glance that Fang Yuan wasn't acting out of spite, but rather using this extreme method to demonstrate his true worth to his family.

Fang Zhengkun tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the seat.

"allow."

Once the head of the family has spoken, there is no room for negotiation.

Fang Yuanshan took a deep breath and strode to the middle of the two martial arts arenas.

"Second round of the challenge. Fang Yuan versus Fang Hao."

Fang Yuan made no unnecessary movements. He walked down the west platform, stepped onto the stone steps, and walked step by step up to the martial arts platform on the east side.

On the bluestone table, there was still a large pool of blood left by the collateral descendant.

Fang Hao stood three steps away, the blood vessels in his neck bulging with each breath, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

The two stood facing each other.