Yu Xian closed his eyes and began throwing punches.
He tuned out everything in the outside world, merely running through what he had learned from the Abyssal Tiger Lord from start to finish once more.
Regulating his breathing, controlling his heartbeat, opening and closing his pores, bristling with bursts of power, bone and sinew resonating in unison...
Punch after punch, kicking high, kicking low...
Not right.
It still wasn't the same.
Yu Xian frowned as the Abyssal Tiger Lord punched him straight into the wall.
Boom!
A massive human-shaped depression cratered into the surface.
Yu Xian pulled himself down from the wall and continued throwing punches, again and again, until the moment the Abyssal Tiger Lord attacked and he threw a punch in return.
It was an absolute, perfect coincidence. The instant the Abyssal Tiger Lord lunged forward, Yu Xian struck, hitting it dead on. The Abyssal Tiger Lord went flying backward and slammed heavily into the wall, leaving behind an identical human-shaped indentation.
Yu Xian opened his eyes in surprise, but the moment he looked at the Abyssal Tiger Lord, his eyes widened abruptly.
At that moment, the Abyssal Tiger Lord was embedded in the wall in a spread-eagled splay, yet the depression it had formed was a full size larger. Yu Xian stared fixedly at the indentation left by the Abyssal Tiger Lord, then looked over at the spot where he had struck the wall.
The scale of the depressions on either side was completely different.
His Super Brain finally kicked into gear, analyzing the stress distribution and impact dynamics.
Given the amount of force he had just delivered, the crater from the Abyssal Tiger Lord's impact should not have looked like that; it should have been deeper, with a smaller radius of dispersal.
Yet the reality was the exact opposite.
The indentation left by the Abyssal Tiger Lord was shallower, yet much broader.
What did that indicate?
It meant either the Abyssal Tiger Lord's body size was deceptive, or a layer of force invisible to Yu Xian coated the surface of its body.
It was the presence of this layer of force that made Yu Xian's strikes fundamentally different from the Abyssal Tiger Lord's. Only by mastering this force could Yu Xian truly master the Tiger Lord Form.
"So that's how it is. I get it now!"
Yu Xian smiled as he watched the Abyssal Tiger Lord climb down from the wall.
Clearly, that special layer of force enshrouding the Abyssal Tiger Lord was the true essence of the Tiger Lord Form.
The question was: what kind of power was that?
Yu Xian stopped practicing with his eyes shut, knowing it was utterly pointless.
He resumed sparring with the Abyssal Tiger Lord, but this time he didn't just blindly mimic it. Instead, he arranged the Abyssal Tiger Lord's techniques into combinations suited to his own habits, trading blows with it continuously.
Nora, too, was learning.
She wanted to keep pace with Yu Xian, so while he studied, she pushed herself to study as well.
However, her line of inquiry was completely different from Yu Xian's. As the Abyssal Tiger Lord threw its punches, she gradually grasped its tiger might.
The Tiger Lord Form was inherently imbued with tiger might; without that might, it was no Tiger Lord Form at all, but a Kitty Form.
This tiger might was quite peculiar. It wasn't the wild aura of an actual tiger, but more like the imposing presence of an emperor. With punch after punch from the Abyssal Tiger Lord, Nora slowly gained insight.
She felt this aura might be integrated into her Brave Bullets, perhaps boosting their power.
Right then, she suddenly sensed another aura. It felt like a newborn tiger cub, yet not entirely like a tiger—more like a sun.
And gradually, the tiger aspect faded away, while the sensation of a sun grew more and more pronounced.
"Yu Xian!"
Nora finally realized what was happening.
At that moment, Yu Xian was still trading blows with the Abyssal Tiger Lord, but he had emptied his mind. His body moved entirely on instinct; only afterward did his brain register the motion.
The sensation was extraordinary.
With every punch, Yu Xian felt himself transforming.
The Tiger Lord Form had long ceased to be the original version.
The Mighty One Feng Laixian had clearly incorporated a wealth of his own insights, gradually reworking the form into what it was now.
It didn't require racking one's brain.
It didn't require any extraordinary talent.
As long as one could mimic and was diligent enough, one could learn a power accessible to all living beings in the myriad heavens and realms from any single form of the Beast King Boxing.
That power was called: the biological force field.
Any martial art capable of cultivating such power was force field martial arts.
In fact, every living organism possessed a biological force field. Because this power was innate, taking it for granted was as natural as opening one's mouth to eat; rarely could anyone perceive its existence.
Yet once someone perceived the biological force field, it was just like swimming or riding a bicycle—once mastered, it was mastered for life.
The more foundational a power, the more fundamental it was; the more fundamental, the purer; and the purer, the more limitless.
Just like flesh and blood, which could be continuously tempered until it grew harder than the stars, mightier than a black hole, and more majestic than an entire world.
Just like the purest energy, which could be compressed endlessly, deeper and vaster than anything else.
The biological force field was likewise a fundamental power. Every living being had it, and anyone could master it. It was a reflection of the body, a reflection of the mind. It carried the information of life itself, like the light radiated by the sun, or a reflection in a mirror.
Immersed in his punches, Yu Xian felt his biological force field grow active under the influence of the Tiger Lord Form. The form was reshaping his force field, making it resemble a small tiger.
Yet a rejection reaction also began to emerge.
Because Yu Xian was not a tiger. He could be warm sunlight, he could be brilliant stars, or he could be the free wind—the one thing he would never be was a tiger.
When that rejection occurred, Yu Xian finally sensed his true biological force field. To describe it in verse: *Once golden wind and jade dew meet, they surpass all encounters in the mortal realm.*
Id, ego, superego.
If the Power of True Self was the id, then the biological force field mirrored the ego and the superego.
A smile touched Yu Xian's lips as his biological force field surged with growing strength. It was a force field, yet also a form of energy. The stronger a being's body, spirit, and life experiences, the more potent this power became.
Though Yu Xian had lived for merely eighteen springs and autumns—his experiences trivial in the eyes of countless ancient titans—both his physique and his spirit were extraordinarily powerful. That meant his biological force field had always been formidable; it was just that before, like the rays of the sun, it had radiated away in all directions.
Now, it was as if he held a magnifying glass, focusing all the light emanating from himself, so that what had seemed insignificant focused into a searing, blazing flame.
Biological force field—condense!
Once scattered strength was compressed, it transformed into immense power.
The Abyssal Tiger Lord drew near, throwing a straight right punch without any frills. Yu Xian smiled faintly and struck back with a punch of his own. His biological force field condensed over his fist, which shone with brilliant golden light.
A single punch.
The Abyssal Tiger Lord's arm turned to ash.
*Thank you for the lesson!*
Looking at the Abyssal Tiger Lord, Yu Xian punched out once more.
This blow was far more devastating than the last, the biological force field condensed to an even sharper degree.
A brilliant sun flashed and vanished; the Abyssal Tiger Lord was completely obliterated.
This time, it did not resurrect.
Chapter 303