"Senior, look at this 'Wind Tiger Roaring'!" Zhanbei's voice trembled slightly.
After speaking, he stretched his body, as if a gentle breeze swept by, and instantly blended into the surrounding environment.
Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force burst forth from within him, like a torrential flood, unstoppable.
As Zhanbei clenched his fists tightly, a series of fierce winds swept through his body, as if a fierce tiger was lurking within, ready to burst forth at any moment and unleash a deafening roar.
This "Wind Tiger Roar" not only fully demonstrates the essence of the Tiger Roar Fist, but also incorporates Yan Bei's unique understanding of the relationship between wind and tiger, making this move possess both the ferocity of a tiger and the agility of wind. The two elements complement each other perfectly, enhancing the power significantly.
The old man's gaze was sharp, fixedly observing every move of Zhanbei. A look of unmasked astonishment appeared on his face.
"Amazing! The person who has mastered the fourth form of the Tiger Roar Fist, 'Wind Tiger Roar', is truly extraordinary. To have developed such a simple and common form of Tiger Roar Fist to such a high level is truly beyond belief!" The old man's words were filled with heartfelt admiration for Bei's talent.
However, the girl beside her seemed somewhat unconvinced. She pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, "I don't think it's that impressive. It's just some fancy moves."
Her tone carried a touch of innocence and disdain, clearly showing that she was not impressed by Bei's martial arts skills.
When the old man heard this, he shook his head helplessly.
"Girl, do you know the wonderfulness of this 'Wind Tiger Roaring'?"
He said earnestly, "This martial art, when it comes to the techniques themselves, may not be particularly extraordinary. But the key lies in its profound meaning, which is full of vitality and fluidity. Although this meaning is still a bit immature, being able to create your own martial art is already quite rare. Moreover, I believe that the movements and meaning of 'Wind Tiger Roaring' are precisely those created by this young man!"
Zhanbei felt a warm feeling welling up in his heart upon hearing the elder's comment.
He never expected that the old man could immediately recognize that this "Wind Tiger Roaring" was his own innovative martial art. What's more, he never imagined that he could receive such high praise.
He gave a slight smile and, with great composure, admitted, "The senior is truly a discerning person. This 'Wind Tiger Roaring' was indeed created during my epiphany. Please, senior, and the young lady, feel free to offer your guidance."
A glimmer of appreciation and satisfaction flashed in the old man's eyes. He nodded, fully acknowledging the humility and talent of Zhanbei.
The young girl widened her eyes and looked at Zhanbei again, as if she had come to know him anew.
"Well, that's nothing special at all!" The girl remained stubborn, raising her eyebrows slightly, and her tone carried a touch of stubbornness and defiance.
When Zhanbei heard this, a faint smile curved his lips. He was not angry at the girl's provocation; instead, he asked with great interest, "Then what exactly constitutes being remarkable?"
When the girl heard this, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes. She straightened her back and said proudly, "At the very least, you have to defeat me! Hmph, if you can survive ten rounds under my attack, then I'll admit that your 'Wind Tiger Roar' has a certain degree of interest!"
Zhanbei listened to the girl's words and couldn't help laughing. He never expected that this seemingly delicate girl actually had such a strong desire for victory and a strong sense of competition.
However, he did not back down either. Instead, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Alright, then please enlighten me, miss!" Zhanbei gave a slight bow and his figure instantly became solemn, preparing himself for the battle.
When the young girl saw this, a sneer appeared on her lips. She waved her hands and her figure, like that of a nimble swallow, instantly rushed towards Zhan Bei.
A fierce competition is about to take place on this vast open field.
The girl's figure was like a ghost, moving at an astonishing speed. With her fists clenched, she struck towards Wanbei's chest with a whistling sound of wind.
This strike was clearly her all-out effort, intended to test the strength of the Northern Army.
However, Zhanbei did not back down. He shifted his body to the side and skillfully avoided the girl's attack.
At the same time, he reached out with his left hand, grasping the girl's wrist, and with his right hand, he delivered a swift punch, aiming straight for the girl's shoulder.
The young girl reacted extremely quickly. With a flick of her wrist, she broke free from Zhanbei's grip and, at the same time, shifted her body to dodge Zhanbei's attack.
However, Zhanbei did not stop there. His figure followed the girl everywhere, constantly launching attacks on her.
The two of them exchanged blows, the force of their punches creating a deafening sound. Their movements were like two bolts of lightning interweaving on the field.
The young girl's attacks were swift and powerful, while Zhanbei, relying on his solid martial arts foundation and exceptional reaction speed, managed to overcome each danger time and time again.
As time went by, the girl's attacks became increasingly disorganized. It was obvious that she was beginning to lose control.
While Zhanbei seized this opportunity. He swiftly moved his body and reached behind the girl. With his right hand clenched into a fist, he struck forcefully at her chest.
However, at this critical moment, the young girl suddenly turned around and with her hands like two bolts of lightning, she rushed towards Zhanbei's eyes. This move was clearly her trump card to turn the situation around.
Zhanbei reacted extremely quickly. With a movement of his body to the side, he avoided the girl's attack. At the same time, his right hand reached out and grabbed the girl's shoulder, firmly pressing her down to the ground.
"Girl, you've won!" Zhanbei said with a smile, and then released his grip.
The girl got up from the ground. She looked at Zhan Bei, a glimmer of reluctance flashing in her eyes. However, she also knew that she was definitely no match for Zhan Bei.
"You... You really are quite amazing!" the young girl admitted somewhat reluctantly.
Zhanbei smiled slightly. He was not elated by his victory over the young girl. On the contrary, he gained a deeper understanding of his own shortcomings.
"Thank you for your kind words, but I merely managed to win by chance," said Zhanbei humbly.
"The girl's skills are truly extraordinary. She will surely become a powerful martial artist in the future!"
"That's natural!" the young girl said with a haughty tone.
"At the first level of warrior status, I'm indeed no match for you. But when it comes to current strength, you can't defeat me!"
The girl's power burst forth. It turned out that she was a third-level martial artist!
Zhanbei was quite surprised. He never expected that the girl's cultivation level was far beyond his own. Just now, the girl was fighting against him at a lower cultivation level.
Zhan Bei took a deep breath, his eyes shining with admiration and curiosity.
"So the young lady is already a third-level martial artist. She truly keeps her abilities hidden. It's truly a great honor for me to be able to fight against you today, young lady."
The girl's lips curled slightly upwards, and a hint of pride flashed in her eyes. "Hmph, a first-class martial artist can engage in so many exchanges with me. You're pretty good. However, if you really want to defeat me through your skills, you'll need to work even harder."
When Zhanbei heard this, a sense of determination welled up in his heart. "What the young lady said is absolutely correct. I will surely work even harder and compete with her again in the future!"