Fierce Tiger Claw!
Li Xinghui’s fighting style was indeed tied to beasts. With this move, it was as if a ferocious tiger lunged at Shi Yulian in an instant.
His claws, wrapped in gang qi, faintly carried the momentum of overwhelming destruction.
Rip!
This claw was pinpoint accurate. Despite Shi Yulian’s exceptional movement technique and swift speed, she was still caught on the arm by Li Xinghui’s strike, her clothes instantly torn apart.
Shi Yulian’s arms trembled slightly, faint traces of blood appearing on her skin.
She was lucky to have dodged quickly, using the profound meaning of a fragmented mortal martial art to boost her speed and narrowly avoid the brunt of Li Xinghui’s terrifying attack.
Otherwise, this move would have defeated her, shredding her arms completely.
“This Li Xinghui doesn’t have the slightest bit of mercy for a lady.”
“Exactly, that’s what’s so terrifying about him. Nothing seems to sway him, so he’s always incredibly focused in combat and training.”
“His Fierce Tiger Claw is just an advanced martial art, right? But why does it feel so different when he uses it?”
“Yeah, it’s like there’s something extra.”
“Beast nature!”
“That’s it! Other people’s Fierce Tiger Claw is just a hollow imitation, but his has both form and spirit. No wonder it’s so powerful.”
Many in the audience were seeing Li Xinghui fight for the first time, so their surprise was natural.
Even the Li family disciples, who usually saw him wield the family’s sword techniques, rarely witnessed him use moves like this.
It seemed this beastly martial art was Li Xinghui’s true specialty.
“Come again!”
Though Shi Yulian’s hands still trembled slightly, her eyes gleamed with excitement.
A fight like this was immensely beneficial to her, and she didn’t care at all about the injuries on her arms.
As she lunged again, her speed increased, her movements even more unpredictable. She clearly didn’t dare hold back anymore.
She knew that even the tiniest hesitation would make her look like a clown in front of Li Xinghui.
She’d lose miserably.
She wasn’t aiming to win now—just to last a few more moves, hoping to gain a bit more insight.
But while she thought this way, Li Xinghui had no interest in wasting time.
From start to finish, he barely varied his moves, sticking solely to Fierce Tiger Claw without even stepping from his spot.
Yet every attack precisely targeted Shi Yulian’s weaknesses.
Shi Yulian felt an enormous gap between them.
Fighting Li Xinghui was like battling a hundred warriors of the same level at once. It was exhausting, and every moment brimmed with danger—she couldn’t afford the slightest lapse.
Even so, she fell on the third move.
Li Xinghui’s merciless claw tore through the clothes on her back, leaving deep, bone-revealing claw marks.
“Ah—!”
Shi Yulian screamed, nearly fainting on the spot.
Struggling, she made it to the third arena, her face deathly pale. She quickly swallowed a healing pill and closed her eyes to recover.
“This Li Xinghui is terrifying, like a humanoid monster!”
“Yeah, he took down Shi Yulian with just that one Fierce Tiger Claw move over and over. It’s frustrating, but you’ve got to admire it.”
“Not only does his Fierce Tiger Claw have form and spirit, but it’s versatile too. The key is that every strike hits the opponent’s weak point—that’s what’s so frightening.”
Any martial artist with a bit of discernment could see what made Li Xinghui so formidable.
It wasn’t his realm.
Nor his martial techniques.
It was his terrifying perception.
On the first arena, Li Xinghui gave Shi Yulian a fleeting glance before looking away and sitting back down.
Defeating her seemed to cost him nothing, as if he’d merely swatted a fly.
Shi Yulian’s defeat—and in such a pitiful state—naturally upset the Shi family.
First, Shi Yue stepped up to challenge him.
The result was the same: three moves, a crushing defeat, and five claw marks left on her body.
Then Shi Feiyu took his turn.
As one of last year’s Four Young Masters, he too couldn’t last beyond three moves against Li Xinghui.
His Iron Cloth Divine Skill was like paper before Li Xinghui’s claws—utterly pathetic.
Of course, having lost, Shi Feiyu didn’t escape without claw marks either.
The most terrifying part was that Li Xinghui never changed his approach, relying solely on Fierce Tiger Claw from start to finish.
Facing opponents’ top-tier martial arts, this advanced technique unleashed unimaginable power.
Transcendence?
No, it wasn’t just transcendence.
Ling Xiao shook his head. Li Xinghui’s advanced martial art felt more terrifying to him than a top-tier beginner martial art at Great Success.
This defied logic. Even a transcendent advanced martial art shouldn’t reach this level.
There was definitely something odd!
Hmm?
As Ling Xiao analyzed Li Xinghui, he suddenly noticed several crimson dots appear on his Mountain and River Map.
These dots were at the Tianfeng Gathering site, all clustered together.
But according to the map’s standards, their strength surpassed even Ling Xiaotian’s.
Among all the experts in Tianfeng City present, not one matched these dots.
He turned to look.
Only then did he notice these individuals blending into a small family, all appearing around twenty years old.
They were remarkably young, yet their strength was absurdly terrifying.
Who were they?
“Someone’s noticed us?”
While Ling Xiao observed them, they abruptly turned their gazes toward him.
“No way. That kid’s only at the peak of Martial Vein Fifth Layer. How could he possibly see anything special about us? He probably just glanced this way by chance.”
After saying this, they saw Ling Xiao indeed shift his gaze elsewhere.
“See, I told you. That kid’s leagues behind Li Xinghui. They say Li Xinghui was raised by beasts, but I reckon it’s more than that—there’s probably beast blood in him.”
“Yeah, who’d have thought a small place like Tianfeng City would produce such a talented young man? Even in all of White Cloud Province, Li Xinghui would rank in the top hundred geniuses.”
“No, you’re missing it. This guy’s likely awakened ten percent of a martial soul, and it’s probably a beast-type one. We just don’t know which animal.”
Another voice chimed in.
“No way! Sure, fully awakening a martial soul to one hundred percent is rare as a phoenix feather in today’s world, but even awakening ten percent of a fragmented soul is incredible. If that’s true, he could make the top twenty in White Cloud Province.”
Their conversation went unheard by anyone else.
With so many experts at the Tianfeng Gathering, not one noticed anything strange about these individuals.
Ling Xiao didn’t hear their words either, but he “saw” them.
By analyzing their lip movements through his Mountain and River Martial Soul, he figured out what they were saying.
A fragmented martial soul?
Awakened to ten percent?
No wonder he’d always felt something unique about Li Xinghui—now it made sense.
His gaze toward Li Xinghui took on a new shade.
After all, in this world, aside from himself, Li Xinghui was the first person he’d encountered with a fragmented martial soul.
Even if it was only ten percent awakened, it bore no comparison to his fully intact soul.
