Cao Feng’s eye for talent was truly sothing special!
However, everyone thought this was the limit of the shock Chu Fan could deliver.
That is, until Chu Fan began to demonstrate the complete Twelve Forms Fist...
Dragon, Tiger, Bear, Snake, Stallion, Monkey, Horse, Rooster, Swallow, Alligator, Harrier, Eagle...
The mont Chu Fan began, the entire Martial Arts Arena fell completely silent.
All that remained was the faint whisper of his fists and feet cutting through the air.
The surrounding crowd didn’t dare to breathe.
Several elders from the Cao and Li Families shuffled forward, their eyes filled with rapt attention. Even the wrinkles on their faces seed etched with concentration.
Everyone present, including the elders, had practiced the Twelve Forms Fist. Many of them knew every single move by heart.
But while Chu Fan was performing the sa moves they all knew, the Twelve Forms Fist he displayed felt completely different!
His Fist Technique was flawless and natural, flowing like water.
Each move held a unique rhythm and beauty, executed without the slightest hesitation.
The Twelve Forms Fist emulates twelve different creatures, each with its own distinct form and thod of generating Force.
For an ordinary practitioner, achieving proficiency in even a single form was a difficult feat.
Transitioning smoothly between the different forms was exceedingly difficult, often creating openings and disrupting the practitioner’s rhythm.
Even the elders of the Cao and Li Families would admit they couldn’t connect the forms perfectly.
Yet Chu Fan’s Fist Technique seed to fuse these twelve disparate forms into a single, cohesive whole!
The heavy power of the Bear Form and the agility of the Monkey Form, the ferocity of the Tiger Form and the nimbleness of the Swallow Form—he transitioned between them effortlessly, with perfect harmony.
It was like watching an ancient, graceful war dance, a performance that was both beautiful and deadly.
Everyone present was completely srized...
Even Li Qingxue couldn’t take her beautiful eyes off Chu Fan, not blinking for a second!
What truly stunned the elders, however, was their keen realization that Chu Fan seed to have made minute adjustnts to the original Twelve Forms Fist!
Tiny flaws and monts of awkward Force generation, things they had long accepted as inherent defects of the Cultivation Technique, were being naturally corrected and optimized as he moved!
When the routine was complete, Chu Fan ca to a stop, perfectly calm and composed.
The elders’ eyes were wide as they ntally replayed every mont of his performance. To their astonishnt, they couldn’t find a single flaw!
This Foundation Establishnt Fist Technique, originally considered a Lower Grade art, seed to have been given a soul in Chu Fan’s hands. It underwent a complete Rebirth, faintly exuding the aura of a Divine Skill!
A sharp gasp from soone in the crowd shattered the absolute silence.
Imdiately after, the Martial Arts Arena erupted.
"My heavens! Is this... is this still the Twelve Forms Fist?"
"I’ve trained for two years, and it’s all been for nothing!"
"So... that’s how the Twelve Forms Fist can be perford? It’s so fluid, so perfect!"
"Watching Senior Brother Chu Fan’s demonstration, I think I just had an epiphany!"
"Is it just , or was Chu Fan’s performance of the Twelve Forms Fist even better than Instructor Cao’s?"
It wasn’t just the young disciples. After their initial shock, the elders’ faces showed expressions of deep thought, and even ecstasy.
A dark-faced elder slapped his thigh hard and exclaid, "Good! Good! Good!"
He said the word "good" three tis, unable to hide his excitent. The corners of his eyes were even a little red.
After watching just once, many of the sticking points that had troubled them for years were suddenly clear. Their understanding of the Twelve Forms Fist had reached a new level!
The expressions of the Cao and Li Descendants, who had previously harbored resentnt and disdain for Chu Fan, changed completely.
Their jealousy and resentnt hadn’t completely vanished, but they were overwheld by the shocking realization of how far behind they were, and a sense of genuine awe.
Hopelessly outmatched, utterly unimaginable!
Those four words struck a heavy blow to everyone’s heart.
Amidst a sea of complicated, indescribable stares, Chu Fan finished his form and exhaled, as if he had just done sothing trivial.
He gave a slight nod to a grateful-looking Cao Ning and to Li Qingxue, whose eyes were sparkling as she watched him. Without another word, he turned and walked away.
His figure disappeared through the entrance of the Martial Arts Arena, leaving behind a storm of fervent discussion and a lingering, profound shock.
Li Xingxuan watched Chu Fan’s retreating figure, his expression complicated.
’My own failure was terrible, to be sure.’
’But soone else’s success is even more agonizing.’
He sighed and said, "I finally understand why it felt like he was fighting a child when he fought ..."
Cao Yiyi said, "But you are a child."
"..." Hearing this, Li Xingxuan didn’t know whether to be pleased or annoyed.
This ti, no one dared to question Cao Feng’s judgnt again. Nor did anyone dare to underestimate the youth who had been in the Seven Stars Gang for less than four months.
...
「Back at his residence.」
Chu Fan shut the door and windows tightly.
Then, he took the Demon Suppression Guard Token and the Paperman from within his robes.
He raised a hand and gently tapped the Paperman, saying, "Sir, wake up. I’ve brought the Demon Suppression Guard Token. It’s ti to get to work..."
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