“Did you practice body cultivation before?” Tang Zi asked again, his voice filled with disbelief.
Kent shook his head. “No, I haven’t. I got this physique from storm god inheritance, where I got hit by 13 divine lightening spirits.”
Madam Clark, couldn’t believe what Kent just said. She looked at her son with a mixture of pride and curiosity.
“What do you want to do now, Tang Zi?” she asked.
Tang Zi ran a hand over his chin, still in awe. “Your son already possess a half demi-god body, which is impossible to attain for any aura cultivator without specific training. This is extraordinary. So, half of my work is already done. Your son really surprised me, Miss Clark.”
“So, what it means now? Can he continue body cultivation from this stage?” Madam Clark asked again with a bit of hesitation.
“You don’t need to worry about it,” Tang Zi replied, regaining his composure, “Your son have a natural affinity for body cultivation. His potential is beyond what I initially thought. I just need to test his skill now.”
After saying Tang Zi took out a statue from his storage ring.
Tang Zi stood with arms crossed, a large statue of moonstone iron, towering before Kent. The statue, ten feet tall and glistening under the sun, exuded an aura of invincibility.
“Remove your gauntlets,” Tang Zi ordered Kent, his voice firm.
Kent obeyed, stripping the protective gear from his hands and casting it aside. Your next read is at empire
Tang Zi then placed the massive statue directly in front of Kent. “Shatter it with your bare hands. No aura.”
Kent stared at the statue, assessing its structure and density. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in focus. He struck the statue with a powerful punch, the impact echoing through the forest. Despite the force, the statue didn’t even budge.
Undeterred, Kent unleashed a flurry of punches, each blow resonating with determination. His fists collided with the moonstone iron repeatedly, but the statue remained unmoved. After ten punches, it was clear that brute force alone wouldn’t suffice.
Tang Zi observed Kent’s technique, noting the raw power but also the lack of finesse. He began to contemplate starting Kent’s training from the very basics. However, just as he was about to speak, he noticed a change in Kent’s stance.
Kent altered his fisting pattern, his movements becoming more precise. His eyes traced the statue, searching for weaknesses. With his next punch, the statue vibrated slightly, emitting a dull hum. Tang Zi’s eyes widened in surprise; Kent had found a weak point.
Kent’s fists, now bleeding, continued to hammer the statue. Each strike grew more targeted, exploiting the structural flaws he had identified. Madam Clark watched with a heavy heart, her gaze fixed on her son’s bloodied hands.
The statue began to tremble with each successive blow. The dull hum grew louder, a testament to the increasing effectiveness of Kent’s strikes. Tang Zi couldn’t help but marvel at Kent’s rapid adaptation and instinctive understanding of the statue’s weaknesses.
Finally, with a powerful punch, Kent delivered a decisive blow to the statue’s midsection. The moonstone iron cracked, a fissure spreading rapidly. With one final strike, the statue broke into two halves at the waist, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.
Tang Zi examined the remnants of the shattered moonstone iron statue, his eyes reflecting deep contemplation.
Turning to Madam Clark, he spoke with conviction, “Leave your son with me for five months. I promise to make him a fine body cultivator. I will transfer my entire legacy to him, including my family’s sacred art.”
Madam Clark’s face brightened with hope and relief at Tang Zi’s words. “Five months… that’s perfect timing,” she murmured. “The Gathering of Immortal Beast Spirits will take place then, and Kent will be ready.”
She turned towards her son, her expression softening. “Kent, listen to Tang Zi. He is your master from now onwards and give everything you have to this training. When it’s over, I will tell you everything you’ve been longing to know—about our enemies, about your father.”
Kent nodded, his determination evident in his eyes. “I promise, Mother. I won’t let you down.”
Madam Clark embraced him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She held him tightly, feeling the warmth and strength of her son. “Put every bit of your effort into becoming a powerful body cultivator. The future of our family depends on it.”
Kent hugged her back, feeling the weight of her words and the warmth of her love. “I will, Mother.”
Tang Zi watched the emotional exchange with a silent respect, understanding the significance of the moment. As Madam Clark pulled away, she took one last look at her son, her heart swelling with both pride and worry.
With a final nod, Madam Clark turned and left, glancing back one last time before disappearing into the distance. Kent watched her go, his heart heavy with the promise he had made and the trials that lay ahead.
After Madam Clark left, Tang Zi stood beside Kent, his expression stern and resolute.
“Your training starts today,” he began, his voice firm.
“From now onwards, you are banished from using any of your aura. You must find your own food in this forest.”
Kent nodded his head in understanding.
“Without my permission, you shouldn’t touch any weapon or treasure in the well. Most importantly, your pets need to survive on their own, and you are not to feed them, including that baby dragon.”
Jabil who stood on side almost lost his mind when he heard that sentence from Kent’s new master. The thought of surviving on this vast forest on his own, is going to be a big task.
Kent’s eyes also widened slightly. “Sorry, Master, but I can’t ignore the baby dragon. I promised on my dao heart to take care of it. I don’t want to upset the Ancestor Dragon to whom I gave my word.”
Tang Zi studied Kent for a moment, then nodded in approval. “Very well, the baby dragon is an exception. However, you must still abide by the other conditions.”
He then outlined the rigorous schedule and tasks that Kent would have to undertake. “You already have a powerful body,” Tang Zi continued, “so I will focus on training you in control and the use of your body. Remember this, at any point, you should listen to my commands as if they were life decrees. Understand?”
Kent nodded solemnly. “Yes, Master.”
Tang Zi’s eyes softened slightly at Kent’s determined expression. “Good. Now, let’s begin. Your first task is to gather enough food for yourself and the baby dragon. You have until nightfall.”
Kent took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead.
“Remember, No Aura!”
Last words of Tang Zi echoed in Kent’s mind.
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