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The day before the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's entrance exam, in a forest at the foot of the Great South Mountain.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

A figure quickly scuttled through the forest, dodging the trees. Sometimes he would sprint, sometimes he would pause, and sometimes he would change directions. He was as nimble as a monkey that was jumping around in the forest.

Not long later, with a "chi" sound, the figure suddenly braked, and its body came to a stop. In front of him, there was a huge rock standing there blankly.

Standing in front of the boulder was a fifteen to sixteen year old youth. He had a handsome face, a tall and straight body, and strong muscles that didn't match his age. His muscles weren't too big, and he looked well-proportioned and natural.

The youth looked at the boulder in front of him, and his waist sank as he took two steps forward and completed a standard horse stance. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it forward with his legs at the waist!

The moment his fist touched the huge rock, a faintly discernable ripple shot out from his fist and entered the huge rock. His fist did not touch the huge rock, but —

BOOM!

The boulder suddenly exploded right in front of the youth's eyes, shattering into pieces and rolling down to the ground.

Fist wind!

The youth withdrew his fist and revealed a faint smile. Looking carefully, this youth was Ling Yan, who was cultivating at the foot of the mountain.

After ten days of consuming all the healing herbs, not only did Ling Yan successfully advance to the Mastery Stage, but he also relied on the top cultivation technique in the Spirit Domain, the "Berserk Golden Body Technique", and the cultivation experience of his senior, to successfully comprehend and stimulate his fist wind.

Fist winds, as the name implies, were created with fists. Just like other weapons, those who used swords had sword winds, those who used sabers had blade winds, and those who used hammers had hammer winds.

For example, in order to activate a fist wind, the user's own true essence or blood vitality must be extremely refined. In addition to refining, one also had to learn to compress it, and after it was compressed to the limit, it could then be stimulated with a fierce punch of true essence, erupting with an extremely strong power!

The force of the punch and the wind added together, causing the damage to multiply!

These few processes are indispensable. Usually, this kind of thing that is imparted verbally can only be used to let people know that with these few steps, how one can activate it will depend on one's own comprehension ability.

Those with good perception might discover all sorts of changes in their true essence while they were cultivating, and then imitate them. With a flash of inspiration, they might be able to grasp some of the mysteries that stimulated the fist wind, sword wind, and so on.

No matter how hard you tried to impart information to a person with poor perception, it was nothing but a lump of paste in his mind.

Comprehension and martial arts talent were different. For some martial arts talents, once they comprehended a certain cultivation method or martial skill, their cultivation realm would rapidly increase. Otherwise, if you couldn't comprehend it, their talent would be far superior.

Therefore, perception and martial arts talent were complementary to each other. One could quickly enter the sect, break through bottlenecks, and the other could rapidly rise to new heights like adding fuel to the fire.

Relatively speaking, it was better to perceive the fist wind. However, if Ling Yan were to comprehend the fist wind at the first level of the Mortal Realm, then it would definitely be a great shock to others.

One had to know that the earlier one comprehended fist wind, the higher the probability of the fist wind evolving into fist light or even fist aura. If one grasped the fist aura, then one's punch would deal a ton of damage.

"Whew ~"

Ling Yan let out a heavy breath of air. When he arrived at the foot of the Great South Mountain, he sat down cross-legged and began to meditate. Tomorrow was the start of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's entrance examination.