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

Did I pass the test?

Ye Xiao stared at his completely severed arms.

From the fist all the way to the elbow, to the shoulder.

Not a single place is intact.

Everything was completely shattered because of that punch exchange just now!

Now Ye Xiao's two arms hang down naturally, like ropes.

The pain finally came belatedly.

After experiencing the major event just now, Ye Xiao finally came to his senses.

His face changed drastically, and the pain swept over his body like a tsunami.

But in the next moment.

The golden fist suddenly transformed into a beam of light and merged into his arms.

Followed by.

Ye Xiao saw it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The broken bones, torn flesh and tendons were all healing at a rapid pace.

Less than ten seconds.

Ye Xiao could clearly feel that his arms had fully recovered.

Besides.

This power also flowed down his arm and into every part of his body.

It became the driving force that enabled him to continuously break through his limits!

[Your realm has advanced! Your current realm is the Clay Embryo Realm, level 10013!]

[Your realm has advanced! Your current realm is the Clay Embryo Realm, level 10014!]

[Your realm has advanced! Your current realm is the Clay Embryo Realm, level 10015!]

【….】

[Your realm has advanced! Your current realm is the Clay Embryo Realm, level 11000!]

A mere minute passed.

Ye Xiao witnessed his cultivation level soar from just over 10000 to 11000!

It has improved by nearly 1000 levels!

The efficiency of this realm advancement is many times faster than the efficiency of his boxing practice in the gravity tower!

at last.

As the power of the golden fist intent within his body was gradually absorbed,

Ye Xiao noticed that the surrounding environment was slowly returning to the original appearance of the stone bridge.

At the end of his vision, there were three golden lights, representing the rewards he would eventually receive.

Next.

Ye Xiao was determined to walk the last stretch of the stone bridge.

Reach the end of the stone bridge and collect these three rewards.

Ye Xiao thought the trial was over.

But he found that it wasn't true.

As he walked the last stretch of the stone bridge toward its end.

In this process.

The arena vanished, the darkness disappeared, and he found himself standing on a solitary peak.

The summit is small, only a few square meters, and is surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds.

Below the sea of ​​clouds lies an abyss, and below the abyss lies emptiness.

Below the void lies...

He couldn't see anything clearly anymore.

However, he could see it when he looked up.

There is a person on the summit.

It wasn't a shadow, it was an old man.

He sat on the edge of the cliff with his back to Ye Xiao, his legs dangling above the sea of ​​clouds.

The old man was wearing tattered clothes, his hair was gray, and his right arm hung down at his side.

Blood was dripping from his fingertips.

The blood that flowed down was golden.

Ye Xiao's breathing almost stopped at that moment.

He held his breath nervously because he recognized the figure from behind.

I didn't recognize it from any portrait, but from the intent behind that fist.

The fist intent that lingered at the edge of the crack for nearly 100,000 years was exactly the same as that figure's back.

"The Nameless Ancestor?"

Ye Xiao's voice was very soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the silence.

The old man did not turn around.

Ye Xiao stood there, unsure of what to say.

He had many questions to ask.

For example, why did he encounter the Nameless Ancestor here? Why has the Nameless Ancestor's fist intent remained for 100,000 years? Is martial arts really the weakest profession in history?

And so on.

But he didn't ask.

Ye Xiao felt that the old man wouldn't answer.

He waited a while, and then did something he never expected.

Ye Xiao walked over to the old man, sat down, and looked at the sea of ​​clouds with him.

Ye Xiao didn't understand why he would suddenly do this.

There was just an impulse in my heart.

Driven by this impulse, he chose to do it.

After Ye Xiao sat down.

The old man next to him did not turn around or look at him.

It was as if he had never been there.

Sitting here, Ye Xiao felt an extreme sense of peace.

All the world's troubles and disturbances seem insignificant at this moment.

The sea of ​​clouds surged beneath my feet, like a white ocean.

There was light in the distance, golden light, I don't know where it came from.

They just sat there.

Ye Xiao didn't speak first, and the old man never opened his mouth either.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, maybe a few days.

Ye Xiao had almost become indifferent to the passage of time.

I've forgotten how he originally got here.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Finally, the old man spoke.

The sound was very soft, like the wind blowing through the leaves.

"I was sitting here almost 100,000 years ago."

Ye Xiao didn't speak, but simply turned his head and listened quietly as the old man continued.

"At that time, I had just thrown that punch. My right arm was broken and could never be put back together. I sat here and thought about something."

"What is it?" Ye Xiao asked.

The old man remained silent for a long time.

"I'm wondering how long this punch can last."

Ye Xiao's throat tightened, and his emotions were stirred by the old man's words: "How long can you hold on?"

"One hundred thousand years!" the old man said. "My plan is to last for one hundred thousand years."

"I have bought ten thousand years for future generations of heaven and earth. I hope that during these ten thousand years, a new genius who can rival me will be born and extend this seal for another ten thousand years."

He turned his head and looked at Ye Xiao.

It was an old face with deep wrinkles and bright, star-like eyes.

His right arm was still dripping blood, the golden blood dripping onto the sea of ​​clouds, turning the sea of ​​clouds gold.

Unbelievable.

The golden blood dripped down, drop by drop.

It lasted for 100,000 years.

"What's your name?"

"Ye Xiao".

"Ye Xiao," the old man read aloud, then nodded. "You look a lot like your father."

Ye Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then quickly asked, "Have you met my father?"

"He was the last person to undergo the Trial of the God of War."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao became agitated.

"And how did my father perform?"

"He performed just as well as you, and he passed all the tests too. I was right here when he came," the old man said. "He sat here for a whole day and night. He didn't ask me any questions, and I didn't say anything either. When he left, he punched my back."

The old man turned his head and continued to look at the sea of ​​clouds.

"That punch was different from the one you just threw!"

"Your fist is hard, his fist is warm."

"Your fist wants to win, his fist wants to defend."

Ye Xiao remained silent for a while.

He immediately asked the question that had been on his mind the most.

Which punch is stronger?