Chapter 6: Hard-Won Qualifications

  "I call it... FEAR ROAR!"

  Ye Han spoke up.

  "Fear howling?" After hearing Ye Han's words, Lei Li muttered to himself, and no one knew what he was saying in a low voice, "Is it spiritual?"

  Then he raised his head and looked at Ye Han.

  "Well then, let me try out your newly acquired special ability!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and slapped it towards Ye Han's position.

  An ordinary slap, not even very fast. But when he raised his hand, it naturally brought an unstoppable momentum.

  It's just so upright and proper, yet hard to resist. It seems that the slap represents justice, with no reason to argue.

  In Ye Han's eyes, the palm that came over was as light as a feather, but it was like this massive Runis Mountain under his feet suddenly rose up and turned upside down. The dark clouds covered the sky, carrying an aura that made people collapse, just like Mount Tai pressing down on them, making them desperate.

  In the Iron Hoof tribe of Minotaurs, Ye Han had clashed with many people, including some of the nine-level warrior overlords. But even those battle-hardened iron-blooded warriors, when they went all out, absolutely did not have the imposing aura of this seemingly light and airy slap from Lyle, which made one feel despair.

  Even in the past decade or so, Ye Han had not seen Lei Li's few moves. But when he really took the stage, that terrible aura could no longer be concealed.

  The leader of the Iron Hoof tribe in the Xue Jian mountain range, the strongest of the Minotaur tribes, exuded an aura that left nothing to be desired.

  So powerful that even Ye Han of today can't measure it!

  And this time his move was too sudden, so fast that the people around him couldn't even react. Even Hunter and a few other level 9 warriors were unable to stop it. They could only stare with wide eyes and open mouths, bewildered.

  "How did you suddenly lay hands on me?"

  Facing such momentum, that one palm is terrifying. If it were someone else, they would probably have lost the courage to resist.

  But now, facing all of this was Ye Han. He raised his head, and there was a glint in his eyes. "Finally making a move? Finally able to see just how terrifying the strong one who surpassed the 9th level warrior is."

  Lei Li was probing Ye Han's depth, but he didn't know that Ye Han had always wanted to see what it was like to surpass a 9th-level warrior and experience the true power of an expert.

  He is a martial artist who has reached the realm of embracing dan in Xingyiquan, and this innate belligerence is far more powerful than that of many people in this world.

  Just as Lyle's palm was about to reach Ye Han's face, a massive golden bull mask suddenly appeared in front of it, shattering into pieces with a loud crash.

  The golden mask shattered into fragments, forming a whirlwind of golden shards that swirled around Ye Han's rotating body. Then it collided with the palm of Lei Li's outstretched hand.

  Ah!

  Faintly, a sharp cry seemed to be heard, the sound piercing the eardrum, making everyone who heard it dizzy in an instant, as if their brain matter had been stirred into a pulp. Hunter and several other powerful warriors changed color, took a step back, and used their combat energy to resist.

  They were like that, and some others, slightly weaker, plus the position they stood was very close to the young Minotaur, one by one flew out, thudded to the ground, and fainted.

  Even Lelouch didn't seem to have anticipated that the golden fragment's attack would be so strong. "Spiritual attack?" His brow furrowed, pausing for a moment.

  But in an instant, his hand remained steady as a mountain, unstoppable. Crushing all the golden fragments that blocked its path, it stretched out towards Ye Han's location.

  But just this moment is enough for someone who has practiced Xingyiquan to the level of embracing dan. In an instant, many things can be decided.

  What is known as a contest between masters, differs only by a hair's breadth. Those who in ancient times or during the Republican era, took various internal school boxing methods, Tai Chi fist, Baji fist, Xingyiquan fist, including Iron Sand Palm and other hard bridge and horse stance skills to a high level, often decided life and death with one move. It is impossible to say that they would engage in a fierce battle of three hundred rounds, lasting three days and nights, this was due to the physical limits of people in that world.

  A moment's hesitation will bring a fatal blow, and a single misstep will be the last. Two masters of internal martial arts exchange blows, whoever holds back will die. This is simple logic.

  Because at that level, the spirit and strength of the whole body are concentrated on one point. It can be said that it is to stimulate the potential of the human body to its extreme limit, no one dares to relax a little bit of spirit. Two masters competing with each other, neither dare to leave any room for relaxation, once relaxed, it's like a deflated balloon, certain death.

  However, when facing Lyle, Ye Hansheng did not have such concerns. He could mobilize his entire body's energy and spirit to launch the strongest attack without worrying about Lyle getting hurt.

  "Chi is activated!"

  In an instant, Ye Han's eyes lit up, and he completely opened the Qi mechanism in his heart, taking a step forward.

  Xingyiquan, eight-step hurry.

  When the air machine in Ye Han's heart was activated, his body seemed to undergo a transformation, and a loud rumbling sound like a great river burst forth from within. His feet grasped the ground fiercely, his calf muscles tensed, and his strength increased several times over.

  "Whoosh!"

  A figure suddenly appeared, dashing towards him with explosive force.

  Boom!

  Even with the naked eye, it was a blur, at a terrifying speed, and against Lyle's outstretched hand, that palm clashed twenty times. In the end, a blast of air waves flew by, and the figure retreated back.

  Xingyiquan, drumming fists!

  Ye Han retreated back to his original position, his face flushed red, and his forehead was densely covered with small sweat beads. Looking at his back again, his upper garment was completely soaked through. The previous strike had almost exploded, unleashing all of his potential.

  "Good, you can withstand my one blow."

  Lei Li stood still, slowly withdrew his palm, looked at Ye Han, and walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

  "The Ironhoof tribe is too small, you're already qualified to go out and try your luck!"