William Foster knew well that his older brother John Foster possessed astonishing talent. In his previous life, he had already proven his extraordinary gifts with his own strength. Having such a big brother to teach by example was far more effective than any renowned master.

"Wild Ox Strength, First Form: The Ox Emerges from the Cave!"

"Wild Ox Strength, Second Form: The Ox Charges Across the Wilds!"

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John Foster, in order to let William Foster see clearly, deliberately dispersed all his internal energy, performing this military boxing set using only the strength of his physical body. His physical power was also immense; even without his internal force, every move and stance generated a whistling wind, accompanied by the sound of a bull’s bellow.

William Foster watched intently. Normally, he was lazy and his practice of the boxing set was half-hearted, but now, with his mind focused, he gained new insights. John Foster taught with even greater care, repeatedly reminding and demonstrating certain subtle points, allowing William Foster to gain further understanding.

"Little brother, watch closely. When this boxing set is mastered deeply, it becomes extremely formidable." As he finished demonstrating the eighteen forms of the Wild Ox, John Foster suddenly crouched low, then sprang up with explosive force.

"Wild Ox Charge!" John Foster exhaled sharply as he shouted, launching both fists forward. The move was as thunderous as a storm, as swift as lightning. The air around John Foster surged violently, currents swirling like two giant serpents, coiling and twisting around his thick arms.

"Moo!"

With a thunderous bellow, the swirling air around John Foster's arms suddenly condensed into two lifelike azure wild oxen. Their muscles bulged with explosive power. After a long roar, their eyes glared fiercely, hooves pawing the ground, and with a gust of wind, they shot forward like arrows.

"Bang! Bang!"

In the Zilong Garden, two thick, gnarled plum trees were struck by the wild oxen. The trunks shattered with a crash, splintering into countless fragments. Amid the flying debris, a shower of pink plum blossoms filled the air.

William Foster's eyes showed a look of shock. He had practiced the Wild Ox Fist several times himself, but never imagined it could possess such power. William Foster saw clearly that his big brother John Foster had not used any internal energy; the two wild ox forces he unleashed were entirely generated by physical strength, stirring the air and skillfully condensing it into the shape of oxen.

Although reaching the level of internal energy greatly enhances the body, for an ordinary military Wild Ox Strength to achieve such destructive effect, the talent required is evident.

"This Wild Ox Charge—when practiced to the peak by ordinary people, it’s just a howling fist wind, loud as a bull’s roar. To actually manifest two oxen shapes requires tremendous physical strength, as well as subtle skill. With your current strength, you’re not there yet. In a moment, I’ll tell you the key points. Once your strength is sufficient, you’ll naturally master it. Now, little brother, try performing it once. Let me see how well you’ve learned."

John Foster finished and stood upright, face unflushed, breath steady, displaying his formidable martial prowess.

"Alright." William Foster stepped out of the pavilion and stood beside John Foster. Recalling John Foster's movements in his mind, William Foster took a deep breath and slowly began to perform the Wild Ox Fist.

"The Ox Emerges from the Cave!" William Foster imagined himself as a wild ox on the plains, stepping out of its cave at dawn.

"Bang!"

William Foster's robe fluttered as his fist struck the air, producing a resounding thud, as if hitting something solid. This was a sign of reaching a certain level in boxing practice.

"Little brother, you haven’t absorbed much of the world’s vital energy, so your strength is lacking, but you’ve already grasped the essence of the boxing art—that is, the intent behind the fist. Strength can be accumulated over time, but the intent of the fist can only be understood with the heart; mindless practice is useless!"

John Foster's eyes showed a hint of admiration. His martial arts level was much higher than William Foster's, and he could instantly see William Foster's strengths and weaknesses. For someone at William Foster's level to express such intent in his boxing was truly rare. As blood brothers, seeing William Foster's talent made John Foster genuinely happy for his younger brother.

"The Ox Charges Across the Wilds!" William Foster imagined himself as a wild ox galloping across the vast grasslands, feeling a sense of freedom and clarity in his heart.

Crack!

The air snapped crisply. The same move, after John Foster's personal instruction, felt completely different when William Foster performed it again. His arms moved as flexibly as serpents, their trajectories agile and difficult to defend against.

"The Ox Splits Its Mane!"

William Foster stepped forward, executing the third form of the Wild Ox Fist—The Ox Splits Its Mane. The entire set flowed from his hands like drifting clouds and flowing water, smooth and unimpeded. As he struck the third punch, the air around William Foster surged, his clothes billowed, and faint streams of energy, almost imperceptible, slowly entered his body through his pores.

"This must be the world’s vital energy!" As someone who had lived two lives, William Foster now had a new understanding of martial arts. "In my previous life, I had no intention to advance in martial arts and practiced half-heartedly. Now, picking it up again, I finally notice things I never paid attention to before."

As strands of vital energy entered his body, William Foster gradually felt a subtle change, as if his body was becoming sturdier and his punches more powerful. It was a delicate sensation; in truth, his strength might not have increased by much.

The path of martial arts is a gradual process. The increase of bodily vital energy is not easy and can only be honed over time.

Huff! Huff!