I'll write a manual called the Sunflower Manual, and the entire martial arts world will turn in

quiet!

The entire place was completely silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, incredulously at the figure in the center of the training ground.

The deathly silence lasted for a moment before people came to their senses and began to discuss it.

"Wei Dian is amazing! With just one hand... he made Senior Sister Li Shengnan cough up blood in one move. The difference in skill is just too great."

"Senior Sister Li is a master of the Blood Rush Realm, and her body is extremely skilled in external martial arts. I didn't expect that she couldn't even last a single move against Wei Dian."

"No wonder the master took him as his personal disciple. No wonder he dared to break ties with Pang Tong directly. This kid is highly likely to break through to the Ming Jin realm; his future is limitless."

"Among the formal disciples of the martial arts school, no one can overshadow him anymore..."

Pang Tong, Mai Qiuyan, and Liu Jiang, who were in the crowd, turned ashen-faced upon seeing this scene.

Mai Qiuyan didn't say anything, she just lowered her head quietly.

Liu Jiang couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. "No wonder this person doesn't take Senior Brother Pang Tong seriously. It turns out he's already reached a level that's far beyond our reach. He certainly has the right to be arrogant..."

Finally, Liu Jiang turned to Pang Tong beside him, "It's just that this man isn't one to repay kindness, and he's let down Senior Brother Pang Tong's support and cultivation. If only he could have continued to serve Senior Brother Pang Tong..."

Click.

Pang Tong bit his lower lip, drawing a little blood.

The better Wei Dian performed, the more Pang Tong felt, the more he felt humiliated, and even a sense of inferiority began to grow within him.

"Fine. I'll just consider it a misjudgment."

……

Beside the training ground, Wei Xiang proactively poured tea for Chen Lutang, saying, "Master's eye for talent is truly admirable. Wei Dian is only fifteen years old and has already reached the Great Perfection of the Bloodline Realm; breaking through to the Bright Force Realm is just around the corner."

Shen Lie, who was standing nearby, added, "It's just that his temperament is a bit too arrogant and fierce."

Wei Xiang chuckled and said, "In this world, everyone with ability has a temper. Especially since he's just a young man. With more guidance from Master, he'll naturally become more restrained."

Shen Lie nodded, which was taken as approval.

Chen Lutang took a sip of tea and commented with a smile, "Shengnan cultivates external martial arts, so she has great strength. But after all, she has only recently entered the Blood Rush Realm, so it's understandable that she can't compare to Wei Dian, who has reached the Great Perfection of the Blood Rush Realm. In the future, when your realm improves, you may not necessarily lose to Wei Dian. There's no need to worry about temporary gains or losses."

Li Shengnan pinched her dislocated wrist and snapped it back into place. She then cupped her hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Chen Lutang then looked at Wei Dian and said, "Wei Dian has mastered the Mountain-Splitting Palm technique. When he exerts his power, his spine is connected segment by segment, and his power is concentrated in one palm. There is immense divine power in that small space. Although you have won a small victory, you still need to guard against arrogance and impetuosity."

Wei Dian cupped his hands in greeting and said loudly, "Master's teachings are correct."

Li Shengnan returned to the crowd in a fit of anger and approached Xie Anzhanping.

Zhan Ping asked her, "How deep is the dregs?"

Li Shengnan frowned: "To be able to suppress my strength honed over ten years with just one hand, such monstrous strength is truly extraordinary. Perhaps it's because he consumed several treasure fish. Moreover, this person doesn't know how to hold back when he attacks; he's clearly trying to establish his authority. Senior Brother Zhanping, you must be careful."

"understood."

Zhan Ping nodded, then stepped onto the stage. "Junior Brother Wei Dian has mastered excellent martial arts. I, your senior brother, have come to learn from him."

"Be careful, Senior Brother Zhanping." Wei Dian still had his left hand behind his back, and used his right hand to forcefully open the door with a shovel.

Having witnessed Li Shengnan's example, even though Zhan Ping was also at the peak of the Blood Crush Realm, he dared not underestimate him. However, seeing Wei Dian still attacking with only one hand, he felt somewhat displeased.

To hit someone with only one hand is to underestimate yourself.

Click.

Extend both hands to strike the opponent's face and ears, while simultaneously raising your knees to resist.

Its power emphasizes "elasticity, crispness, and speed," striking far and wide, and withdrawing immediately after a single strike.

It fully embodies the essence of the scout's paw.

However, the moment Zhan Ping's hands touched Wei Dian's right hand, he immediately felt an overwhelming force surging towards him.

This is hardly the power of someone who has reached the peak of the Blood Refining Realm.

not good!

Even though Zhan Ping was on guard, he hadn't expected his opponent's strength to be so terrifying. He immediately cried out in alarm and tried to retreat to create distance. But it was too late. The opponent's palm slammed through his defenses and struck his chest.

bump!

Zhan Ping was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground. He tumbled and crawled backward for more than ten meters before finally stopping, spitting out blood with a "pfft".

Wei Dian, nonchalant and brushing off non-existent dust, said, "Senior Brother Zhanping, you flatter me."

puff.

Zhan Ping had just stood up when he spat out another mouthful of blood. He managed to cup his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Junior brother, you are truly skilled. I am ashamed to admit my inferiority."

After saying this, Zhan Ping slunk away from the crowd, barely even hearing Chen Lutang's comments.

"Senior Brother Zhanping, are you alright?" Xie An stepped forward to help him up.

Zhan Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile, "I'm fine. I just had a heart attack from the blow. This Wei Dian is truly remarkable. I'm afraid he's not just an ordinary Great Perfection of the Blood Flow Realm. There's a chilling force in his palm; he's probably already touched the threshold of Ming Jin, or perhaps he's cultivated some kind of evil skill."

After saying that, Zhan Ping seemed to remember something else and looked at Xie An with great concern: "Junior Brother Xie An, you have only just broken through to the Blood Reaching Realm, you are definitely no match for him. This person doesn't know his own strength when he attacks, you should choose to practice alone later. Don't damage your constitution or ruin your Dao heart because of a moment of impulsiveness."

Li Shengnan also became worried: "The sect leader allows everyone to practice individually; several junior brothers have done so before. Junior Brother Xie An, don't act impulsively."

Xie An looked troubled and glanced around. He saw the crowd cheering and praising Wei Dian with almost worshipful devotion.

Does he not know his own strength?

Faced with overwhelming power, people didn't care at all. They didn't even notice, instead thinking that Wei Dian had held back and that Li Shengnan and Zhan Ping were too weak.

Li Shengnan, in particular, was worried that Xie An might act impulsively and lose face, so she spoke up before Xie An could agree: "Master, Junior Brother Wei Dian's martial arts are highly accomplished and unmatched. I think Junior Brother Xie An should just have a solo practice session for the year-end competition."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding disciples didn't say much, but instead deeply agreed.

"Since Senior Brother Wei Dian defeated Li Shengnan and Zhan Ping, who were both at the Blood Rush Realm, with a single move, Xie An's choice to practice alone is not a bad move."

"That's right. Zhan Ping is a martial artist who has reached the Great Perfection of the Bloodline Crushing Realm, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move from Wei Dian. Xie An's move can be considered pragmatic."

"I never expected that among so many disciples, the one who won first place would be Wei Dian, who has only been a disciple for half a year."

"Wei Dian is too strong, no one can beat him..."

Before Chen Lutang could even agree, Wei Dian spoke up, "Among the apprentices who have entered the sect in the past six months, only Xie An and I have reached the Blood Rush Realm. We are the best among our batch. It would be a great pity if Junior Brother Xie An chose to practice alone. Martial arts can only be improved and gaps can be discovered through sparring."

Countless people turned to look at Xie An.

Seeing Zhan Ping and Li Shengnan each holding one of his hands, Xie An said, "Senior Brother Wei Dian, you are a martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Blood Rush Realm. I don't see any need for a sparring match. I'll just demonstrate on my own."

Wei Dian assumed Xie An was just feeling guilty and scared, so he hid a satisfied smile on his face and pretended to encourage him, saying, "We're all fellow disciples, it's just a little sparring match at the end of the year, winning and losing are common. I'll be careful not to hurt you. Besides, you're already a martial artist at the Blood Rush Realm, if you choose to practice alone... you'll inevitably face criticism."

Xie An gave Zhan Ping and Li Shengnan a look that said, "I can't help it," and then said, "Since Senior Brother Wei Dian has invited you so warmly, then so be it."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Today is Tuesday. Reading this book now will determine its fate, so please don't let it sit unread! Also, some readers have commented that the pacing was too slow before, mainly because the protagonist's strength was too low, making it difficult to show off. Starting from the Ming Jin stage, the pace will quicken, and it will get increasingly exciting.