The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

When Ye Xiao arrived at Fist Intent Cliff.

It was already ten hours later.

Here, Ye Xiao had already seen quite a few other people.

These people have varying levels of skill and strength.

But without exception.

All of these people were facing the direction of Fist Intent Cliff.

Then they either sat, or stood, or stared intently at the surface of the Fist Intent Cliff, as if trying to glean some insight from it.

Ye Xiao also noticed that although there were no words on the Fist Intent Cliff, it was full of images.

Moreover, it's a scene of one person practicing boxing.

"Is the person in the painting the Nameless Patriarch?"

Ye Xiao thought to himself.

The wind at Quanyi Cliff was strong, making his clothes flutter loudly.

A golden light shone before him, accompanied by the overwhelming force of his fist.

Just then.

Ye Xiao suddenly noticed that a system information box had appeared in front of him.

Information about this Fist Intent Cliff suddenly popped up.

[Fist Intent Cliff: The third fist left behind by the Nameless Ancestor, the sealing fist.]

[Description: For 100,000 years, it has remained there, like an unhealed scar stretching across the void at the edge of the crater.]

Ye Xiao knew that the nameless patriarch had once unleashed three punches!

"So, this cliff of fist intent in front of us is the third punch thrown by the nameless patriarch."

The third punch used to seal the crack?

No wonder it's called "The Fist of Sealing"!

Thinking of this, Ye Xiao's heart immediately became unsettled.

Here, everyone is quiet, each lost in their own thoughts.

No one will disturb anyone's cultivation.

At this moment, Ye Xiao was filled with anticipation and began to imitate the behavior of the others in front of the Fist Intent Cliff.

I found an empty spot and sat down.

Ye Xiao sat down cross-legged, facing the golden light.

He didn't rush to understand it; he just observed.

The golden light is not static; it is flowing.

Like water, like sand, like countless tiny golden particles spinning, colliding, and recombining in the void.

Each particle carries an inexplicable will.

"What a mysterious feeling!"

"Shouldn't the essence of boxing be direct, simple, and brutal?"

"Could the nameless master's fist technique really contain so many profound and unfathomable elements?"

Ye Xiao closed his eyes, repeatedly recalling the events in his mind, trying to perceive them with his heart.

I sat there for the entire day.

On the first day, he heard the wind.

It's not the wind from the crater, it's the wind from 100,000 years ago.

He seemed to hear the sound of the nameless patriarch's robes fluttering in the wind as he stood there.

The sound was very soft, like a sigh, like a whisper.

But apart from that, there was nothing.

He opened his eyes; the golden light was still there, but he couldn't understand it.

"What exactly are you trying to tell me?" Ye Xiao murmured.

No one answered his question.

Only the eternally silent Fist of Intent Cliff.

I sat there for the entire day.

......

The next day, Ye Xiao began to try to imitate that fist intent.

He stood up, walked to Jin Guang, raised his right fist, and, imitating the nameless patriarch, threw a punch.

The golden light on the fist flashed for a moment, then went out.

His fist struck empty air, and nothing happened.

He threw another punch, but it was the same.

The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch—

He threw over a hundred punches in a row, each one delivered with all his might, but each punch felt like hitting water—silent and without any response.

He stopped, panting, with fine beads of blood seeping from his fist.

It's not a problem with the intent of the fist, it's a problem with the direction.

He was imitating the "form" of the nameless master, but he failed to grasp his "spirit".

There are actually quite a few people like Ye Xiao.

These people found it difficult to comprehend the contents of the Fist Intent Cliff.

They began to imitate the actions of the people in the picture.

Then try to throw the same punch.

These people all have martial arts-related professions, and most of them rely on body training to improve their strength.

Furthermore, their means of weaponry did not rely on various weapons, but rather on their own fists.

The contents of the Fist Intent Cliff attracted them like moths to a flame.

But after they played one round according to the instructions...

However, it was discovered that the figures practicing boxing on the Fist Intent Cliff were depicting very simple and basic boxing techniques.

It's so simple that even a five-year-old can learn by copying it.

"Why is this happening? Is it just such ordinary boxing?"

"But I feel that the boxing techniques depicted on the wall give me an extremely profound and unfathomable feeling!"

"Is this boxing diagram just a deliberate attempt to fool people? Or am I just that bad at understanding it?"

"......"

When someone starts complaining, everyone else starts complaining too.

"I feel the same way. The boxing techniques on this wall can only be described as naive."

"But I have a different opinion. I think the boxing diagrams on this wall have a feeling of returning to simplicity."

"We boxers strive for the most powerful and forceful punches, but the punches here are too soft and weak; they're not for me! I'm leaving!"

"......"

Some people felt that this set of boxing techniques was not suitable for them, and left directly and decisively.

However, some people felt unwilling to give up and still wanted to stay and try again.

What if suddenly a flash of inspiration strikes and you attain enlightenment?

Then these people saw Ye Xiao repeatedly and tediously practicing boxing.

"Look, that boy didn't say a word the whole time. He just practiced his boxing without making a sound. He didn't complain at all. Complaining is useless."

"I'm not talking to you anymore. Those of you who want to give up can give up now. I'm going back to practicing my boxing."

"......"

So, some left, while others stayed to persevere.

People came and went in front of the Fist Intent Cliff.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

The group of people who came with Ye Xiao the first time.

Now only Ye Xiao is left.

and.

Those who came after Ye Xiao from Fist Intent Cliff also left the place long before Ye Xiao.

Now, the cultivators standing before Fist Intent Cliff.

The quantity is now less than one-tenth of the original.

Ye Xiao chose to spend a week imitating every scene on Fist Intent Cliff.

Even after Ye Xiao stopped looking at those images.

He can recite it backwards and backwards, and can imitate it all with his eyes closed.

Even so.

After a week, Ye Xiao still hadn't made any progress.

"Where exactly did things go wrong?"

Ye Xiao stopped.

Take a day to thoroughly analyze any potential problems.

new week.

Ye Xiao tried a different approach.

Instead of imitating, they used their bodies to "receive" the intent of the punch.

He walked up to the golden light, stretched out his hand, and let the golden particles fall into his palm.

The moment the particle touched the skin, a scorching force surged from the palm, along the arm to the shoulder, and towards the heart.

His body trembled violently; the force was so strong that even his meridians were shaking.