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The day before the Chixiao Martial School entrance exam began, 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 young man retracted his fist, and a slight smile appeared on his face. Looking carefully, this young man was indeed the Ling Yan who was cultivating at the foot of the Great South Mountain.

Over ten days, after exhausting all the healing herbs, not only did Ling Yan successfully advance to the great perfection of the Mortal Stage, but by relying on the < Berserk Golden Body Art >, a top tier technique in the Spirit Realm, and his senior's experience in cultivation, Ling Yan successfully comprehended and activated the fist wind.

The fist wind, as the name implies, was created with a fist. Just like other weapons, those who used swords would have wind, those who used blades would have wind blades, and those who used hammers would have wind hammers.

In fact, there were not many people that could unleash it. For example, if one wanted to unleash the fist wind, the user's own true essence energy or force of qi and blood must be extremely refined. Other than refining, one must also learn how to compress it.

The power of his fist plus fist wind superimposed on each other, causing multiple times the damage!

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 better comprehension would be able to discover all kinds of changes in the true essence during their daily cultivation, and then imitate it. With a flash of inspiration, they might be able to grab onto the profound mysteries of activating the fist wind, sword wind, etc.

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 people, once they comprehended a certain type of cultivation technique or Martial Skills, their realm would increase very quickly. Otherwise, if you couldn't comprehend it, then there would be a hundred talents.

Therefore, comprehension and martial arts talent were complementary to each other. One could quickly enter the sect, could even break through bottlenecks, and the other could soak in danger at a rapid pace.

As his own cultivation level improved, his understanding of the true essence in his body would become more and more proficient. Relatively speaking, it would allow him to better comprehend things like the fist wind, but when Ling Yan comprehended the fist wind at the first stage of the Natal Stage, he would definitely be shocking.

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

"Whew ~"

Ling Yan heaved a heavy sigh. Arriving at an empty spot at the foot of the Great Southern Mountain, he sat down cross-legged and started to meditate. Tomorrow is the beginning of the Chixiao Martial School entrance examination, he was determined to win!