Divine Level Witch Doctor

Zhao Yuan opened the Information Leaf and saw that under the Martial Skill section, a new skill named 'Mountain-Breaking Fist' had appeared.

'Mountain-Breaking Fist? What a strange name,' Zhao Yuan muttered to himself. He tapped on the Martial Skill and saw Wu Peng's introduction: "A fist style I created when I first began cultivating, to defend against petty villains and defeat strong foes. It has few techniques and lacks refinement. Its only quality is overwhelming power!"

Going by the description alone, Mountain-Breaking Fist didn't seem all that impressive. But Zhao Yuan disagreed. First of all, this was a Martial Skill created by Wu Peng himself; his description was bound to be humble. Secondly, the phrase "defend against petty villains and defeat strong foes" was proof enough that this skill was anything but weak!

'Only overwhelming power? Looks like this Mountain-Breaking Fist is all about brute force conquering skill! Break mountains... does that mean if I master this style, I'll be able to split mountains and shatter rocks?' Zhao Yuan muttered to himself. He lit a stick of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, stuck it in the dirt nearby, and sat down cross-legged. Activating his Concentration Technique, he flawlessly committed every key point about the Mountain-Breaking Fist from the Information Leaf to memory.

Moments later, he opened his eyes and began practicing the Mountain-Breaking Fist right there in the jungle.

This Martial Skill wasn't complex. Its techniques were all direct and straightforward—incredibly simple, with nothing flashy about them.

But simple did not mean crude.

On the contrary, its techniques for generating force were ingenious to the extreme! Every punch and strike perfectly channeled one hundred percent of his power. Through a series of "simple," back-to-basics skills, the destructive force was amplified! And amplified again!

Mountain-Breaking Fist had only four forms in total: Blast, Ram, Spike, and Whip.

Blast was a fist strike that emphasized speed, precision, and ruthlessness. Ram used the shoulder to crash into an enemy with devastating force! Spike was a knee technique for striking an opponent's vital areas at close range—utterly vicious! As for Whip, it was a leg technique; by using the waist as an axis, the leg was swung like a whip, delivering immense destructive power!

The four forms weren't a set sequence; they were simply techniques for generating force. It was up to Zhao Yuan to decide how and when to use them in the heat of battle.

With the aid of the Soul-Stabilizing Incense and Concentration Technique, combined with his cultivation at the Late Stage of Marrow Cleansing, Zhao Yuan quickly mastered the essentials of the four forms of Mountain-Breaking Fist, his practice growing increasingly fluid.

Strangely, every punch he threw was completely silent, making no sound at all, as if it were a weightless, gentle tap. Yet, in the middle of a sideways turn, he unleashed a punch at a nearby bowl-thick tree. With a loud BOOM, the tree snapped clean in two!

The reason Zhao Yuan's attacks didn't whistle through the air was because he kept the force completely contained within them. Anyone who mistook this for mere showboating would be in for a rude awakening!

After some practice, Zhao Yuan felt he had a good grasp of the force-generation techniques. 'Just practicing on my own is getting boring,' he thought. 'It'd be better to test myself in a real fight. That Mountain Spirit has tough skin, thick flesh, and immense strength. Its fighting style is a lot like the Mountain-Breaking Fist. It's the perfect sparring partner.'

Zhao Yuan was about to pull out the Demon Capturing Ring and summon Xiaoyang, but a glance at the cooking smoke rising from the village made him reconsider. 'No, this is too close to the village. A fight with Xiaoyang would definitely attract the villagers' attention. I'd better go deeper into the woods.'

So he ventured deeper into the forest. Only when he was a good distance away did he take out the Demon Capturing Ring and summon Xiaoyang.

Xiaoyang had already moved into this forest. Upon being summoned, it quickly appeared before Zhao Yuan and asked respectfully, "Master, what are your orders?"

Zhao Yuan cut right to the chase, beckoning to it. "Come on, spar with me!"

"Alright!"

You could tell Xiaoyang loved to fight. It agreed to Zhao Yuan's command enthusiastically and immediately charged, hurtling toward him like a tank.

"Perfect timing!"

Zhao Yuan's pupils shrank.

This time, he didn't dodge. Instead, he unleashed the force technique of the Ram form from Mountain-Breaking Fist. Planting his feet like nails firmly in the ground, he generated power from his waist, dipped his shoulder slightly, and launched a counter-charge to meet Xiaoyang head-on!

BOOM!

In the blink of an eye, he and Xiaoyang collided with tremendous force!

This time, he wasn't sent flying. He had actually managed to withstand Xiaoyang's charge!

A man of about 1.7 meters had withstood the charge of a burly, nearly four-meter-tall Mountain Spirit... The sight was absolutely stunning!

Xiaoyang's mouth hung open, a look of astonishment on its face.

It couldn't understand. 'How could this be? Yesterday, Zhao Yuan couldn't take my attacks head-on. How did he get so strong overnight?'

'Is he on something?'

While Xiaoyang was still in a daze, Zhao Yuan seized the opportunity. He pushed off the ground, leaped high into the air, and drove his knee toward the creature's abdomen. He had no choice; the beast was simply too tall. If he hadn't jumped, his knee strike would have only reached its leg, which wouldn't have done much damage.

BANG!

Amid the sickening crunch of the impact, Xiaoyang was actually sent staggering back several steps by Zhao Yuan's knee strike before it regained its footing.

But Xiaoyang wasn't angry. On the contrary, it was thrilled to have found an evenly matched opponent.

It grinned, letting out a blood-curdling laugh. "This is fun! Again!"

Sure enough, as it laughed, its lips flipped up and covered its face again. This time, however, Zhao Yuan didn't take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. He waited for it to fix its face. After all, Xiaoyang was his subordinate now, and they were just sparring, not fighting for their lives.

Once its lips were back in place, Xiaoyang let out a ferocious roar and lunged at Zhao Yuan with earth-shattering force.

Every step it took made the ground tremble. Its furry fists whipped up a vicious gale, sweeping the dead leaves from the forest floor into a vortex that resembled a multicolored python, which surged toward Zhao Yuan along with the punch.

By comparison, Zhao Yuan's punch looked far more subdued.

There was no whistling gale, no earth-shattering display of power.

But hidden beneath that placid exterior was a power in no way inferior to Xiaoyang's!

BOOM!

The two fists—one large, one small—smashed into each other.

In the next moment, the immense recoil from the impact sent both Zhao Yuan and Xiaoyang stumbling backward.

Zhao Yuan stumbled back a good seven or eight steps before regaining his balance. Xiaoyang was less fortunate. There was a tree behind it, and as it fell back, it crashed right through the trunk, snapping it in two. Fortunately, with its tough hide, the impact didn't affect it in the slightest.

But Xiaoyang's astonishment only grew.

'Not only can he withstand my charge, but he can even knock me back with one punch! His strength is almost on par with mine!'

'It's unbelievable!'

"Again!" Xiaoyang roared.

"Bring it on!" Zhao Yuan laughed, meeting the challenge head-on.

Man and Mountain Spirit traded blows in the dense forest, fighting with pure exhilaration!

Neither of them noticed a Little Red Fox hiding in a distant thicket, watching them. A glimmer of intelligence sparkled in its tiny eyes.

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