C40 Claw Condensation Technique Vs Nine Shadow Palms

The onlookers had long been aware of Han Rou's formidable reputation, yet they couldn't help but be astounded when they actually saw her prowess in action.

In contrast, the expressions of the girls trained by Instructor Mu remained unchanged. To them, such displays of strength were commonplace; none among them could hold a candle to Han Rou.

The Nine Shadow Palms, a Basic Upper-grade Martial Skill, had been refined by Han Rou to near perfection.

Unleashed with a cultivation foundation that had unlocked seven Main Bloodlines, its potency was exceptional.

While Han Rou maintained her composure, Han Zheng was visibly crestfallen.

Being bested by the idol of his affections dealt a significant blow to Han Zheng.

With Han Rong's assistance, a dejected Han Zheng withdrew from the area.

Instructor Lin let out a sigh before announcing, "Next up, the second match: Han Lin versus..."

Han Lin's adversary was a female Martial Cultivator who had unlocked three Main Bloodlines. Her cultivation was somewhat shaky, not quite as solid as Han Rong's.

Having unlocked five Main Bloodlines himself, Han Lin's cultivation was also not the most stable. However, the gap of two Main Bloodlines meant that he secured an easy victory.

Subsequent matches followed, with the girls claiming most of the victories.

The only males who managed to win were Han Rong and Han Lin, leaving just two victors on their side thus far.

Han Gaang and Han Ti watched with twitching lips, "Has the Han family become a matriarchy for those under fifteen?"

"The strongest among our age group is Han Meng. She's at the Peak of the Late Mortal Rank, just a step away from ascending to the Human Rank."

"In a year's time, when these girls join the main training grounds, with Han Meng and Han Rou among them, and with Brother Han Mo aging out at twenty, won't it be a matriarchy here too?"

The two were overcome with frustration, deeply concerned for the younger generation of the Han family.

As the first round of matches neared its end, with only a few bouts remaining, Instructor Lin spoke up, "Han Feng, Han Yutong, step forward. You two are matched against each other this time!"

Han Rong and the young girl's group both let out a gasp of surprise.

Han Yutong was a martial cultivator who had unlocked five main bloodlines.

A girl in a green dress quickly stepped forward from the young girl's group, beaming a smile at Han Feng. "Your reputation has preceded you these past few days. I'm curious if you're as formidable as they say."

Han Feng replied coolly, "A match between us will answer your question."

The girl's group burst into astonished murmurs, clearly skeptical of Han Feng's prowess. In contrast, Han Rong and his companions were brimming with excitement for Han Feng.

Standing next to Han Gaang, Han Rou remarked, "Han Yutong is the strongest among our women this year. I can't see Han Feng winning this."

Han Lin chuckled, "Sister Rou, it's not a foregone conclusion."

On the dueling platform, Han Yutong was the first to strike.

"Nine Shadow Palms!"

At the Small Completion Stage, the Nine Shadow Palms could produce three palm shadows.

At the Great Completion Stage, six palm shadows.

At the Perfection Stage, nine palm shadows.

Han Yutong's aptitude was clearly impressive; she could already manifest five palm shadows, just one shy of reaching the Great Completion Stage.

The five palm shadows were a mix of elusive and tangible, confounding the onlookers.

Despite Han Feng's formidable combat abilities, having only opened four main bloodlines, he couldn't immediately discern the reality of Han Yutong's five palm shadows.

"If I can't see through them, then I'll overpower them!" he declared.

"Claw Condensation Technique!"

Innumerable claw shadows materialized in the air, swooping forward aggressively.

The claw shadows clashed with the palm shadows, swiftly breaking through Han Yutong's technique.

Recoiling from the impact, Han Yutong stumbled backward, blurting out in astonishment, "The Claw Condensation Technique at the Perfection Stage!"

Han Rou's expression mirrored the shock below.

After all, she was only nearing the perfection of the Nine Shadow Palms, not having fully mastered it.

Moreover, she had been practicing the Nine Shadow Palms for over three months.

But Han Feng?

As far as she knew, Instructor Lin had been teaching the Claw Condensation Technique for less than two months.

Han Lin's smile was one of pure triumph. "See? I told you Han Feng might not lose."

"Han Feng has already mastered four Main Bloodlines, and they're incredibly stable. With the Claw Condensation Technique at the Perfection Stage, he can easily take down an ordinary martial cultivator who has opened five or six Main Bloodlines."

Han Rou retorted with irritation, "You little rascal, I concede that I've underestimated Han Feng!"

On the stage, Han Yutong's expression grew stern. "It appears the rumors about your strength are largely accurate. I won't make the mistake of underestimating you again."

With those words, Han Yutong launched another attack.

Again, she used the Nine Shadow Palms, but this time, the force and speed of the five palm strikes were significantly enhanced.

Clearly, Han Yutong hadn't tapped into the full potential of her five Main Bloodlines until now.

With Han Yutong getting serious, Han Feng found her much tougher to handle, but that was the extent of it.

They exchanged a flurry of moves, their palm and claw strikes clashing with resounding impacts.

Ultimately, Han Feng's Internal Strength surged, and the number of his claw shadows swelled immensely. He shattered Han Yutong's Nine Shadow Palms once more, his claw strikes even shredding the sleeves of her garment, leaving her clothes in tatters.

Han Feng was stunned.

Han Lin was stunned.

A crowd of men was equally stunned.

Quickly, Han Lin let out a cheer: "Way to go, Han Feng!"

The men erupted into laughter, drawing a frosty glare from Han Rou.

Han Yutong shot Han Feng a look of pure venom, her teeth clenched. "Instructor, I concede defeat!"

Under these circumstances, how could they possibly continue the match?

Han Feng, caught between a laugh and a sigh, hadn't anticipated this outcome. "Sister Yutong, I had no idea it would turn out like this. My apologies."

His apology came out awkwardly, but Han Yutong was far from forgiving, her face darkening as she exited the stage. Flanked by a few girls, she went to change her clothes.

Instructor Lin wore a bemused expression for a moment before announcing with a smile, "This round goes to Han Feng!"

Instructor Mu was torn between amusement and sympathy, yet she harbored no ill feelings toward Han Feng.

Han Feng had confirmed his prowess.

On the battlefield, no one cares if you're male or female, nor whether your attire is intact.

Instructor Mu pondered, "It seems Yutong's instruction is still lacking. If it were me, I'd have taken the opportunity to kick Han Feng while he was off guard. That would have left him red-faced."

Instructor Lin shivered at her words, quickly wiping the sweat from his brow, "True to form as the most ferocious female instructor we have. And thankfully, Han Yutong isn't like Instructor Mu, or else..."

Catching Han Feng's eye, Instructor Lin gave him a 'you're so lucky' glance that left Han Feng scratching his head in bewilderment.

The men in the audience snickered, prompting Han Feng to scowl.

Han Rong teased, "First it was Ass Breaking, now this? Han Feng, you really have a twisted side."

With a beaming smile, Han Feng slung an arm around Han Rong's shoulder. "From the way you talk, you must be curious. How about we go head-to-head in a match sometime?"