"Teacher, the duel starts." Bear Tyrant turned around and addressed a teacher in a white gym suit — this teacher was the judge for this duel, there to prevent either side from breaking rules or using deadly force.
The teacher nodded: "Un, the duel starts, but remember whatever happens — don't use extreme methods, otherwise I will immediately stop you." He warned Bear Tyrant.
"Relax, Teacher, I will take good care of him." Bear Tyrant bared his teeth fiercely.
With a whiz, the teacher then jumped down from the Flying Dragon Platform and announced that the duel had officially begun.
"Xia Ping, being able to duel me should be your honor. I will give you a lesson in what it means to be a true Martial Dao expert. Remember — if you don't have the ability, don't provoke others carelessly. You will pay a heavy price." Bear Tyrant shouted loudly.
With a bang, his foot stomped, causing the entire Flying Dragon Platform to shake. He even forcefully left a footprint on it. His huge body surged forward with thunderous momentum, and a giant fist blasted outward, dispersing the air around it with roaring force like a black bear.
"Middle Level Martial Skill — Thunderbolt Tyrant Bear Fist!"
This punch's power — if it hit an ordinary human — would certainly tear them apart.
"It's powerful, truly worthy of Bear Tyrant. This fist's strength exceeds a thousand catties; even steel would break under it. That strength is terrifying — even a Martial Apprentice at the 6th Heavenly Layer couldn't compare.
"Indeed it is the Middle Level Martial Skill Thunderbolt Tyrant Bear Fist — not only does it possess the Black Bear's berserk strength, but also thunderous speed, perfectly fused, with a violent beauty in every move."
"Unexpectedly, Bear Tyrant unleashed full power right away — he didn't plan to give that brat even a chance to strike back. Too cruel! In an instant, he cut off any hope the opponent had of winning."
"Like a lion attacking a hare with full strength, Bear Tyrant is not one to take an enemy lightly. That brat will probably be smashed to pieces with one punch."
Students below the arena discussed vigorously, all shocked and exclaiming about Bear Tyrant's punch power — but that Xia Ping had absolutely no chance of winning.
"Too slow."
Although some students thought the punch's power was immense and speed strange and quick, for the current Xia Ping it was simply too slow and his body was full of flaws.
Having received the instilling of the Five Form Fists, Xia Ping's vision had already reached Great Master rank — coping with this child's martial skill naturally placed him strategically above it, not even paying attention.
Bang!
Tiger Fist of Five Form Fists — Fierce Tiger Comes Out of Den!
In an instant, Xia Ping's imposing manner changed. His whole body instantly shifted from a powerless little white rabbit to the incarnation of a jungle‑dominating tiger — the king of a hundred beasts!
Even students standing beneath the arena felt the wild, king‑of‑beasts aura — as if they were hunted little rabbits, their entire bodies trembling.
"Impossible — this imposing aura… has the Five Form Fists cultivation reached the realm of perfection?!" The referee teacher felt the aura too and couldn't hide his shock; his pupils contracted.
Being experienced and knowledgeable, he clearly knew that this ordinary martial skill — Five Form Fists — normally did not display such power. To reach this degree, one must have cultivated the skill to an extremely profound level.
What?! Bear Tyrant was startled, sensing that the fearful aura from Xia Ping seemed like a real fierce tiger ready to swallow his entire body. He revealed fierce fangs.
Although Bear Tyrant's own incarnation was also a black bear, it was merely a human wearing bearskin — he had the form, but not the true spirit. However, the opponent's form was a complete incarnation of a fierce beast.
Bang!
Fist met fist with explosive force. Qi energy burst forth in all directions with roaring noise like a bomb exploding in the sky. Bear Tyrant couldn't help but reveal a look of shock as terrifying force transmitted up his arm — spiraling like a screw, threatening to shatter his arm and front ribs.
"Impossible! You think you can defeat me in strength? You're wishful thinking!" Bear Tyrant angrily shouted, veins bulging as he suppressed pain and swung another fist.
"Already late."
Xia Ping struck like lightning again — Tiger Fist of Five Form Fists — Hungry Tiger Nips the Wolf!
Bang!
That punch was even more fierce, its speed extraordinary. Afterward, the fierce tiger aimed at its prey with an irresistible fatal strike.
His fist pounded solidly on Bear Tyrant's chest. Kāchā, kāchā! Like a fierce tiger tearing and biting, seven or eight ribs snapped, and a powerful blast erupted from his chest — blowing apart inch by inch.
"Impossible!" Bear Tyrant's heart collapsed. He cried out pitifully, spraying a mouthful of blood. His entire body was blasted into the air and slid.
He slid more than ten meters through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, dust flying everywhere in billowing clouds.
"Impossible, you're just a Martial Apprentice 3rd Heavenly Layer trash — how could you possibly defeat me, how could you possibly beat Bear Tyrant?" Bear Tyrant felt pain throughout his body, as if torn by countless ants, his face twisted in unwillingness as he tried to struggle.
"Go away — you have lost."
Bang!
Xia Ping walked in front of him, not even looking, and kicked toward his abdomen. Like kicking a piece of garbage, Bear Tyrant's body flew off the arena.
"Aaah!!!" Bear Tyrant yelled wildly, extremely unwilling, crashing ruthlessly below the arena, seeing the unbelieving looks of surrounding students — he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.
Because being blasted off the Flying Dragon Platform means loss, and being treated like garbage was the ultimate humiliation. Bear Tyrant had never lost in such a shameful way before.
"Bear Tyrant."
Xia Ping stood on the arena, looking down at him: "What did you want to teach me about being a Martial Dao expert? To show me some look? To send me to the hospital? Now take a look — who's the trash! You're not as great as you think. From now on, be more low‑key and don't cause trouble everywhere, understood?"
"You, you!"
Hearing this, Bear Tyrant was ashamed and resentful — this bastard used Bear Tyrant's own words against him! It was too much. In rage, his eyeballs suddenly turned and he fainted from qi force.
"Immediately send to medical treatment." A teacher standing below the Flying Dragon Platform had already prepared and instructed several nearby students to help carry the unconscious Bear Tyrant.
That teacher's eyes flickered as he looked at Xia Ping — his gaze sinister: "You won this duel, and you've cultivated the Five Form Fists to the realm of perfection. Truly extraordinary… No wonder you defeated Bear Tyrant. Moreover, your cultivation base should have reached Martial Apprentice 4th Heavenly Layer. When did the school produce someone like you?"
Martial skills also have ranks according to cultivation — ordinary, skilled, perfect, and reaching perfection. Ordinary students can be good if they reach skilled.
To reach perfection — even the realm of reaching perfection — is not something done by simple hard training. It requires talent and extremely profound comprehension of the martial skill.
Once a martial skill is cultivated to the realm of perfection, its power is unimaginable — even ordinary martial skills can display wondrous strength.
"Lucky." Xia Ping said modestly.
The teacher gave Xia Ping a slight smile: "Lucky? In the Martial Way there's no such thing as luck. I actually very much look forward to your future development — keep working hard."
Then he turned and left, carrying the unconscious Bear Tyrant to the school medical room.