Yang Jing slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them before disappearing.

He stretched his arms and legs, and his bones let out a faint CRACKLE. His entire body felt like it was brimming with inexhaustible energy.

His Inner Strength was denser and more refined than it was at his peak. The martial intent of his Mountain-Shattering Fist seemed to have been polished as well. The insights he had accumulated from his previous battles were slowly solidifying with the help of the elixir, raising his strength by a small but noticeable step.

"This... This is a Divine Pill!"

Yang Jing’s heart pounded in his chest, and his clenched fists grew clammy with sweat.

In all his life, he had never seen such a potent elixir. Not only could it heal injuries and fully replenish his Inner Strength in an extremely short time, but it could also clear his mind and aid in the comprehension of martial arts. This wasn’t just ’a bit stronger than a Rejuvenation Pill’—the two were worlds apart!

With a thought, the panel appeared before his eyes.

The progress of the two martial arts he was currently cultivating appeared—

[Great Success of Mountain Shattering Fist (178/1000)]

[Minor Achievement of Shocking Wave Leg (251/500)]

Looking at the progress of his two martial arts on the panel, Yang Jing couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.

The improvement from that single elixir was truly immense, equivalent to five or six days of arduous training.

’How could the improvement be so massive?’ Yang Jing wondered.

He felt that the moment of clarity he had just experienced had helped him immensely.

"Was that the legendary state of epiphany?" Yang Jing murmured. "Or was that elixir so incredibly precious that it could temporarily boost a person’s talent and comprehension?"

Because of his own poor innate constitution, Yang Jing had always paid close attention to any news or rumors related to it.

Once, while delivering medicinal herbs to Jintai Prefecture City, he had unintentionally overheard someone mention that some top-tier Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures could improve a person’s innate constitution.

If a person’s innate constitution were to improve, it would have a tremendous impact on them as a whole.

The feeling was like breaking free from some kind of shackles, undergoing a complete transformation from the inside out. For instance, one’s mind would work faster, and cultivation speed would become effortless, advancing by leaps and bounds.

The feeling just now was as if the elixir, with its terrifying efficacy, had temporarily elevated him to the level of someone with a superior innate constitution and comprehension.

Ultimately, however, it was fleeting. It was like a fish leaping out of the water, breathing the fresh air and glimpsing the vastness of the world, only to inevitably fall back into the depths, unable to truly escape.

’If I get the chance in the future, I must find a treasure that can improve my innate constitution!’ Yang Jing thought to himself.

After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head and put the thought aside, shifting his focus to the training ground competition before him.

He glanced down at the empty sandalwood box and put it away, his heart filling with ever-deeper gratitude for Liu Maolin.

Yang Jing held a nominal position at the Liu Family Medical Hall. While he knew they possessed many precious herbs and medicines, he had never heard of a Divine Pill like this. His Senior Brother Liu Maolin probably only had this single one, yet he had given it to him.

Yang Jing committed this debt to memory.

’When I get back, I have to ask for the name of this elixir. If I can find out where it comes from, I must get my hands on a few more, no matter the cost. With the help of such a Divine Pill, who knows how many detours I could avoid on the path of the Martial Dao!’

Yang Jing took a deep breath and carefully put the wooden box away.

His body was now brimming with power, his mind clear. He was confident he could face his next opponent, Xu Guangwei!

Yang Jing calmed himself and looked up toward the main arena.

The battle on the arena was at its peak. The wind from fists and the shadows of fingers wove into a blurry spectacle of light and motion. The very air seemed to be torn apart by their combined energies, letting out a piercing shriek.

The two combatants were Zhou Tong and Qin Yu, fighting in the first match of Group One.

Zhou Tong was bare-chested, his bronze skin gleaming under the sun. Every inch of his muscles bulged like iron and stone.

He practiced the purest form of hard-style martial arts, his every move carrying stone-shattering power. He executed an Iron Mountain Lean, charging at Qin Yu. The specially made floorboards of the arena CREAKED under his feet, looking as if they might splinter at any moment.

His attacks were completely unadorned, relying on pure, overwhelming force. The wind from his punches kicked up clouds of dust at the edge of the stage, forcing the crowd below to hold their breath in suspense.

Qin Yu, however, was like an agile goshawk, his figure weaving through Zhou Tong’s stormy assault.

His Celestial Eagle Claw technique was vicious and cunning. A faint white glow emanated from his fingertips, which sometimes struck like a hawk’s beak, aiming for Zhou Tong’s major acupoints. At other times, they tore like a hawk’s talons, targeting the weak points in Zhou Tong’s defense.

Though the force behind his fingers was ferocious, it was imbued with an uncanny agility. He would repeatedly dodge Zhou Tong’s Heavy Fists by a hair’s breadth, only for his fingertips to instantly appear right before Zhou Tong.

BANG!

Zhou Tong’s right fist grazed Qin Yu’s shoulder and slammed into the arena floor, blasting out a shallow crater.

Qin Yu used the momentum to spin, his left hand lashing out with the Celestial Eagle Claw. His fingertips landed precisely on the nerve cluster in Zhou Tong’s left arm.

Zhou Tong grunted, his left arm instantly going numb and weak. His assault faltered.

In that momentary opening, Qin Yu’s right claw transformed into a palm-edge strike, chopping toward Zhou Tong’s chest like a blade, carrying a sharp gust of wind.

Zhou Tong hastily raised his arm to block, but the force of the blow sent him staggering backward. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Droplets of blood splattered onto the arena floor. Zhou Tong stumbled but managed to steady himself. His left arm was still numb, and a sharp, throbbing pain emanated from his chest.

He looked at Qin Yu’s sharp, hawk-like eyes and knew he was already showing signs of defeat.

Qin Yu’s Celestial Eagle Claw was not only vicious, but it also excelled at exploiting an opponent’s openings. If he continued to fight, he would only get more seriously injured. With more matches to come, forcing himself to go on would be a huge disadvantage.