Mountain Devil Forest…
The sun had just started its descent, casting long shadows over the dense forest where Kent trained relentlessly. It had been two weeks since he returned from the vicinity of Devil Mountain, where the immense pressure and the encounter with the Winged Lion spirit had left him with new resolve and determination.
Every day since then, Kent had ventured alone into the forest, pushing his limits with only one goal in mind: mastering the Thunder Clap Strike, the fifth stage of the Storm God Tyrant Physique.
Kent’s training had been grueling. Each morning, he would set out, journeying deep into the uncharted parts of the forest, where the beasts were stronger and dangerous.
His task was simple, to fight and survive using only the Thunder Clap Strike. He knew that to evoke the beastly instincts necessary for the first stage of the Inner Spirit Transformation of the Golden Body, he needed to push himself to the brink of exhaustion, to the very edge of his capabilities.
Today was no different. Kent found himself standing in a small clearing. Before him was a gang of long tooth fox beasts—each with sharp, cunning eyes that glowed in the dim light. A spiritual fruit was the reason for this confrontation. The fruit was coveted by many, and Kent had decided to use this opportunity to further his training.
The foxes were clearly agitated, circling Kent as they tried to intimidate him, their growls low and menacing. Their fur bristled, and their eyes darted between Kent and the fruit, as if trying to decide which was the greater threat. Kent’s gaze remained steady, his muscles tensed as he prepared for the inevitable attack.
He knew that he could end this fight quickly using his other body spells, but that wasn’t the point. He was here to master the Thunder Clap Strike, and that meant relying solely on it, no matter how long it took.
One of the larger foxes, its fur streaked with silver, lunged first, its sharp teeth aimed at Kent’s throat. Kent moved quickly, his hands coming together in a rapid motion. A loud crack split the air as he executed the Thunder Clap Strike, sending a powerful shockwave through the clearing. The fox was thrown back, but it landed on its feet, shaken but not defeated.
The other foxes took this as their cue to attack, leaping at Kent from all sides. He spun, his hands coming together again and again, each Thunder Clap Strike creating a barrier of force around him. The shockwaves rippled through the air, disorienting the foxes and keeping them at bay, but they were relentless, their speed making it difficult for Kent to land a decisive blow.
He still has not mastered the thunderclap strike. Otherwise, that one spell is enough to shatter all these foxes.
The battle dragged on, each strike wearing Kent down little by little. Sweat dripped from his brow, and his muscles ached from the repeated exertion. His breathing grew heavier, and he could feel the strain on his body as the foxes continued their assault.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kent saw his opening. The silver-streaked fox lunged at him once more, its eyes burning with determination. Kent timed his strike perfectly, bringing his hands together with all the force he could muster.
The Thunder Clap Strike connected with a thunderous roar, the shockwave amplified by his desperation and focus. The fox was caught in the blast, its body shattered into millions of pieces and got mixed in the air.
The remaining foxes stared at Kent in confusion. For a second, they couldn’t understand where their leader vanished. The strong scent of blood and meat finally put sense into the fox gang. Without looking back, they ran like street dogs..
Kent stood in the center of the clearing, his chest heaving with exhaustion. His hands trembled slightly, the aftershocks of the repeated strikes still coursing through his arms. He had done it—he had won using only the Thunder Clap Strike.
As the adrenaline began to fade, Kent allowed himself a moment to catch his breath. He looked down at his hands, now bruised and sore from the intense battle. Despite the pain, a small smile crept onto his face.
He could feel it—the beastly instincts within him, growing stronger with each fight. It was subtle, a primal urge that seemed to stir whenever he pushed himself to his limits. This was the first stage of the Inner Spirit Transformation of the Golden Body, and he was inching closer to mastering it.
Kent approached the spiritual fruit, still untouched on its branch. He plucked it carefully. As he bit into the fruit, its sweet, refreshing taste spread through his body, easing the aches and rejuvenating his spirit.
Thinking of the ultimate form of thunderclap strike which can generate balls of lightning energy, Kent moved deeper into the forest.
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7th Realm, Quinn Family ruling…
Inside the stronghold of the Frost family which is the 3rd branch of Quinn family…
Thea Frost sat quietly before the tranquil lotus pond, her gaze distant and unfocused. The surface of the water was still, reflecting the delicate pink petals of the lotus blossoms and the soft light of the setting sun.
Her long, silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her expression, usually so serene and composed, was clouded with unspoken sadness. The servant girls, sensing the weight of their lady’s mood, kept their distance, standing silently by the garden’s entrance.
Suddenly, the soft rustle of silk announced the arrival of another. Lily Frost, Thea’s younger sister, approached with a gentle sigh, her vibrant energy somewhat subdued.
Clad in a flowing maze-colored dress, she exuded a natural liveliness, but today her steps were heavy, weighed down by concern. She gestured for the servant girls to leave, and they obeyed without hesitation, vanishing into the shadows of the garden.
Lily walked closer, her expression softening as she looked at Thea, who still hadn’t acknowledged her presence. With a sigh, she handed her sister a small vial containing a black liquid.
“Sister, this potion will stabilize your Supreme Magus cultivation for now. It’s only a temporary measure, but I promise I’ll find a ninth-rank healer who can cure your unstable cultivation.” she said softly.
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Your’s lovingly,
PeterPan 🙂