Chapter 6: The Qualifications of a Hard Battle

"I call it, Fear Roar!"

Ye Han spoke.

"Fear Roar?" Upon hearing Ye Han's words, Reilly muttered to himself, no one knowing what he whispered, "A mental attribute?"

Then he raised his head and looked at Ye Han.

"Then let me test the power of your newly acquired innate ability!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and swiped it towards Ye Han's position.

An ordinary slap, not very fast. But when he raised his hand, it naturally carried an irresistible aura.

It was so dignified and yet hard to resist. As if that slap represented heavenly law, with no room for argument.

In Ye Han's eyes, the light blow felt as if the massive Runis Mountain beneath his feet had suddenly uprooted and inverted. The dark mass covered the sky, carrying a crushing momentum, like Mount Tai pressing down, bringing despair.

In the Ironhoof Tribe of the minotaurs, Ye Han had fought with many, including the several commanders who were level nine warriors. But even those battle-hardened warriors, when going all out, did not possess the overwhelming and despairing momentum of Reilly's seemingly light slap.

In the past dozen years, Ye Han had rarely seen Reilly make a move. But when he truly did, the terrifying aura could no longer be hidden.

The aura of the chief of the Ironhoof Tribe in the Luojia Mountains, the strongest among the minotaurs, was fully revealed.

So powerful that even the present Ye Han couldn't gauge it!

And this time, his move was too sudden, so fast that those around couldn't even anticipate it. Even Hunter and the other level nine warriors couldn't stop it. They could only widen their eyes, open their mouths, confused.

"Why did he suddenly make a move?"

Facing such an aura, the terrifying nature of that slap—if it were anyone else, they would likely have lost the courage to resist.

But the one facing this was Ye Han, who raised his head with a gleam in his eyes. "He's finally making his move. Now I can see just how terrifying a warrior beyond level nine truly is."

Reilly was testing Ye Han's depth, but he didn't realize that Ye Han had always been eager to experience the power of a warrior beyond level nine.

After all, he was a practitioner of Xingyiquan at the Dan stage. His innate combative spirit was far stronger than that of many in this world.

As Reilly's slap was about to reach Ye Han, in the instant he raised his head, a golden bull mask formed by a light aura appeared in front of Reilly's hand and shattered with a boom.

The golden mask broke apart, forming a vortex of golden shards that whirled around Ye Han's body. Then it collided with Reilly's outstretched hand.

Ah!

Faintly, an extremely sharp scream could be heard, piercing through the eardrums and causing everyone who heard it to feel a sudden dizziness, as if their brains had been turned to mush. Powerful warriors like Hunter changed their expressions, stepping back and using their combat strength to counter the effect.

Even they were affected, and the weaker minotaurs standing nearby were all knocked away, falling to the ground with a thud, unconscious.

Even Reilly hadn't expected the golden shards to be so offensively powerful. "A mental attack?" he frowned slightly, pausing for a moment.

But soon his hand continued steadily, like an immovable mountain. It crushed all the golden shards in its path and extended towards Ye Han's position.

But that brief moment was enough for someone who had practiced Xingyiquan to the Dan stage. In an instant, much could be determined.

As they say, a slight difference can determine the outcome between experts. In ancient or Republican times, practitioners of various internal martial arts such as Tai Chi, Baji, Xingyiquan, and even Iron Sand Palm, who reached a high level, often had a single move that could decide life or death. There was no room for prolonged battles lasting hundreds of rounds or days, given the physical limits of the human body in that era.

Persistence always pays off, and every move is a killing blow. When two masters of internal martial arts clash, the one who holds back even a little will meet their end. It is a simple truth.

Because at that level, all one's spirit and strength are focused on a single point. It can be said to unleash the limit potential of the human body, and no one dares to relax their focus even slightly. When two experts compete, neither dares to hold back, as any hesitation is like a deflated balloon—certain death.

However, when facing Reilly, Ye Han had no such concerns. He could channel all his qi and spirit to deliver the strongest blow without worrying about hurting Reilly.

"Qi mechanism engaged!"

In an instant, Ye Han's eyes gleamed as he completely unleashed the Dan realm qi mechanism within his heart, taking a step forward.

Xingyiquan: Eight Steps Rush.

As the mechanism in Ye Han's heart opened, his bones seemed to shift, emitting sounds like the surging currents of a mighty river. His toes dug into the ground, his calf muscles pulling tight, exerting several times the normal strength.

"Whoosh!"

A figure shot forward with astonishing explosive power.

Boom!

At a terrifying speed that was almost blurry to the naked eye, Ye Han traded twenty blows with Reilly's extended hand. Finally, amid a thunderous surge of energy, the figure retreated.

Xingyiquan: Thunderous Drum Hammer.

Ye Han returned to his original position, his face flushed red, with beads of sweat densely covering his forehead, and his upper clothing drenched from the back. That final strike had unleashed nearly all of his potential.

"Good, you managed to withstand my attack."

Reilly stood there, slowly retracting his hand, looking at Ye Han before turning to walk down the mountain with his hands behind his back.