Standing before the 'Mysterious Heaven Ceremony', An Jing, who was supposed to possess absolute skills and was supposed to have mastered divine techniques, did not display the stance that could meld his body and mind, unleashing his skills, power, and determination to the extreme peak.
On the contrary, he remained utterly unremarkable, standing in a posture as casual as an ordinary person, neither able to exert force normally nor leverage it.
Then, as if he were merely picking up a glass of plain water, he casually lifted his fist.
Amateur. Ordinary. Inferior. Casual. Any derogatory term could describe this move. Any martial artist would surely cover their face upon seeing it—not in lamentation, but to stifle laughter—even a child's random punches would be more intimidating than this!
And so, An Jing stepped forward and swung his arm—an ordinary, casual, and half-hearted punch was thrown, and then in an instant, clashed with the peak punch of the 'Mysterious Heaven Ceremony'.
