Brian Smith watched nervously; this was not only about the secrets of his previous life, but also determined his life and death in this one.

　　Whoosh—

　　Suddenly, the scroll formed by countless "stars" trembled and, just like when he observed Adam Sullivan, began to distort and disappear!

　　"Still not working?"

　　Watching the "stars" twist and vanish one by one, Brian Smith's heart turned cold.

　　Buzz~~~

　　Just as Brian Smith was about to give up, in his field of vision, large glowing characters suddenly leapt out, shimmering with flowing light.

　　Those large characters danced forward like sprites, forming a magpie bridge that spanned the invisible chasm and connected to a star!

　　Wilderness, scorched earth, vicious dogs fighting over corpses, ancient city, small courtyard, old tree...

　　The illusory images gradually became real, and Brian Smith felt as if his gaze had crossed time and space, seeing the Great Xuan three hundred years ago.

　　"Divine Fist, peerless strike; Ba Ji King, Benjamin Martinez descends!"

Chapter 8: A Journey of Fist Techniques, Two Grandmasters

　　"Benjamin Martinez!"

　　Brian Smith instantly recognized the old man sitting quietly under the old tree, drinking tea.

　　The small courtyard, the old tree, the bluestone slabs, and the quietly seated old man together formed a tranquil and harmonious scene.

　　For a moment, Brian Smith truly believed he had arrived at that small courtyard three hundred years ago.

　　This wasn't time travel, but it was almost no different from it!

　　Whoosh—

　　A gentle breeze seemed to rustle the old tree, and as the leaves rustled, the old man suddenly moved.

　　With one arm raised, he shattered the harmonious atmosphere of the courtyard, as if the entire yard was shaken in an instant!

　　Boom!

　　The fist came first, then the thunder exploded!

　　In a split second, the old man went from utter stillness to explosive motion. As he raised his fist and kicked, a violent gust surged, the force of his punches swirling dust around him, and the old tree in the courtyard was battered as if by a storm, shedding leaves like rain.

　　Ba Ji Fist has long been known as "swing your arms and shake the heavens, stomp your feet and shake the nine provinces," its style grand and unrestrained, unmatched in ferocity!

　　But Brian Smith had never seen such a wild display of Ba Ji Fist!

　　Within the old man's seemingly thin frame was a power that shocked Brian Smith.

　　The Ba Ji small frame he was most familiar with, when performed by the old man, showed him what it meant to reach the pinnacle!

　　"This is true Ba Ji Fist."

　　A sense of reverence welled up in Brian Smith's heart.

　　With a thought, he adopted a mysterious posture, following the bridge formed by those characters, and merged into the scene from three hundred years ago, entering the old man's body!

　　Bang bang bang~

　　Swish swish swish~

　　His heart pounded like a drum, and his blood flowed like a great river.

　　The moment he entered Benjamin Martinez's body, an incredibly powerful sensation surged up from the depths of Brian Smith's heart.

　　This was far beyond the feeling he had when entering the young Daoist's body before.

　　He could feel that every inch of muscle and bone in this body contained explosive power, ready to burst forth.

　　This was simply not a body an elderly man could possess!

　　In that instant, it was as if he had gone from pedaling a tricycle to driving a world-class supercar—no, even more exaggerated than that!

　　"This... this is, Holding the Elixir?!"

　　Brian Smith was so captivated by another discovery that he couldn't even focus on sensing the old man's domineering Ba Ji Fist.

　　In his perception, the old man's power was both wild and perfectly harmonious.

　　When still, his essence was contained and not leaking, all sharpness withdrawn; whether moving or at rest, everything was in perfect harmony. When in motion, he erupted like a volcano, thunderous and fierce beyond compare.

　　It was exactly like the descriptions of the Elixir Stage he had read in the classics.

　　Brian Smith was both shocked and delighted—Benjamin Martinez had actually achieved the Elixir Stage through an external art like Ba Ji Fist!

　　You know, even three hundred years later in Great Xuan, the Elixir Stage was the mark of a true powerhouse, enough to serve as an instructor in the army or command a special forces unit.

　　And according to the records of Great Xuan, achieving the Elixir Stage through external martial arts was almost unheard of.

　　"Perfect harmony in Holding the Elixir—could this be the way to cure my strange illness?"

　　As if inspired, Brian Smith suddenly thought of something.

　　Whether in martial arts or medicine, Great Xuan three hundred years later far surpassed that of three hundred years ago. Even though Adam Sullivan was still considered the greatest fist master in three centuries, it was hard to say how much of that was sentiment.

　　A terminal illness that couldn't be cured three hundred years later certainly couldn't be cured three hundred years ago!

　　In an instant, Brian Smith felt enlightened, and the stories about Adam Sullivan surfaced one by one.

　　Adam Sullivan started learning martial arts at eleven, mastered them at seventeen, traveled the world undefeated, and by his early twenties was already the greatest fist master of his time—rumor had it he alone could equal an army.

　　He once traveled to the East to assassinate the Emperor of Fusang.

　　He even lingered outside the Golden Eagle White House for three days, so frightening the Golden Eagle President of the time that he couldn't sleep at night, living in constant fear.

　　No matter how later generations praised or criticized him, no one doubted that his martial talent was among the very best in the world.

　　If Adam Sullivan's illness was truly the same as his, then rather than trust the doctors of that time, it was better to believe that after reaching the Elixir Stage, he recovered without medicine!

　　"If that's really the case..."

　　Brian Smith calmed his mind and began to comprehend the old man's method of generating force in his fist techniques.

　　With this realization, Brian Smith felt as if he had discovered a whole new world.