The purple light kept turning over in Ou Yangming's sea of consciousness, and it transformed into a fearsome giant beast, which trampled on everything without any restraint.

Ou Yangming's actions at the moment reflected the evolution in his sea of consciousness, by which he released it without reservations through his fist technique.

He stood at the center of the ring as he gently moved his hands about. The movement did not seem threatening at all, but it contained substantial mental power.

The Wu imperial family's simulated spiritual attack was extremely powerful too, but it also had a huge limitation. It was limited by low mental power, so the simulated spiritual scene would likely be neither fish nor fowl, and its effect on one's opponent would be greatly reduced.

Nonetheless, Ou Yangming had massive mental power and the assistance of the mysterious purple Military Fire. Therefore, once he found the releasing method, the effect was so intense that it exceeded the Wu family's simulated spiritual attack's limit.

At this moment, Lin Xiujing felt that the gigantic beast was incredibly real, where he was going to be stomped by an enormous foot. If he was crushed, he would certainly turn into meat paste.

Although he knew it was a simulated spiritual attack, the scene was too real, so much so that he dared not take the gamble by risking his life. Hence, Lin Xiujing could not escape with all his might to evade the gigantic beast.

The gigantic beast was ferocious and violent, but it also had some weak points. As a result, though Lin Xiujing was in a difficult situation for having to give his all, he managed to hold on.

On the other hand, Ou Yangming furrowed his eyebrows. He learned to simulate this gigantic beast from Wu Haohan, but he had not seen the creature in person, so he could not control it perfectly even in his spiritual world.

A thought crossed his mind all of a sudden, and he instantly pictured the big multicolored tiger that he encountered in the past.

Next, the gigantic beast disappeared from his sea of consciousness as it was replaced by a strange creature with a tiger's body and a snake as its tail.

Just as Lin Xiujing caught his breath after the gigantic beast disappeared, he turned pale because he saw an odd creature that he had not seen before.

The creature's momentum was not as huge as the gigantic beast's, but it carried a peculiar aura.

Lin Xiujing was suddenly struck with an unusual thought.

He would rather face the gigantic beast, which seemed like it could crush him into meat paste in one stomp, then the unknown creature.

Nevertheless, the decision was not his to make.

The weird creature charged at Lin Xiujing when he was still pondering. Fortunately, he took the tense situation calmly by lowering himself into a squat and punched. Despite that, Lin Xiujing immediately flew away. Even though the peculiar creature was not as powerful as the gigantic beast, its power was similar to a great ancestor's, which was not what he could resist.

When Lin Xiujing's consciousness thought he was being hit away, his body reacted accordingly, by which he staggered backward and rolled in the ring.

From the crowd's perspective, Lin Xiujing was putting up a one-man show, where he jumped around and acted funny.

Some martial artists, who had just arrived near the ring, burst out laughing, but they soon realized the abnormal environment and atmosphere. More people were watching the fight with a grave expression, and the valiant powerhouses in the crowd were particularly looking forward to the outcome.

Lin XIujing was a Yang Grade powerhouse, so he had remarkable power and resilience. Even so, he went all out against the big multicolored tiger, which was controlled by Ou Yangming, and he dared not hold back.

After half an hour, Lin Xiujing roared and lay flat on the ring without moving an inch.

As a result of the fight between spiritual worlds, he collapsed and could not resist anymore.

He watched as the big multicolored tiger opened its mouth as if he would soon be killed. Lin Xiujing widened his eyes, and he forgot about the difference between illusion and reality. He felt like he would soon face a moment of life or death.

However, the big multicolored tiger disappeared in the next instant.

The creature's awful breath, which could make one puke, vanished. Following that, Lin Xiujing saw the blue sky while he lay on the ground.

When he sensed the breeze around his body, he suddenly realized that the world was a wonderful place.

The life-or-death fight against a great-ancestor-level half-spirit beast affected him greatly. In particular, the threatening moment at the end tempered his energy, essence, and spirit in unbelievable ways.

Although the fight was illusory, the experience felt real.

Lin Xiujing exhaled deeply and stood up quietly. He finally understood Wu Haohan's feelings at the end of his fight.

Without further ado, Lin Xiujing sat with his legs crossed and immersed in a world that belonged only to him.

The man's aura was released from his weary body bit by bit, then it spiraled around him, forming a large invisible net around his body. Above the large net, the power that belonged to Lin Xiujing kept pushing and spreading to bring his aura to a greater height.

Many people below the ring were dumbfounded.

It was a boundary advancement—another Yang Grade powerhouse advanced to a new rank after fighting Ou Yangming.

Furthermore, the crowd could not hold themselves back anymore as if they did not want to delay the matter at all.

Boundary improvement was tremendously important for every martial artist, and one would usually only attempt to advance to a new rank when one was fully prepared.

That said, both Wu Haohan and Lin Xiujing chose to break through right away. It was evident that they benefited greatly from their fights against Ou Yangming to the extent that they were reluctant to give up their comprehensions, thus they forced themselves to break through.

Everyone looked at Lin Xiujing and Ou Yangming. At this point, nobody thought Ou Yangming did not deserve to dominate a ring. As for the powerful Yang Grade martial artists, they were unusually excited when they looked at the young fellow.

"Boom…"

A series of explosions were heard in the air as the invisible net of power around Lin Xiujing turned into a real object.

It still seemed vague, but it was approaching realness without a limit.

Subsequently, the large land fell on Lin Xiujing's body and transformed into lights, which flowed into his body.

It was worth noting that every powerhouse advanced to a higher rank differently. Some would do it in a magnanimous way while some would do it discreetly; Lin Xiujing's martial art was unquestionably the former. The moment the lights descended on him, the Yang Grade powerhouses sensed a forceful momentum surge from his body.

Yang Grade Class Four—Lin Xiujing's martial art cultivation base advanced to another rank.

He slowly stood up and cast a complicated look at Ou Yangming, then he finally sighed and expressed, "Brother Ou, thank you."

Ou Yangming was slightly startled, but he naturally understood what the man meant. "Senior, you're being too polite."

"Brother Ou, you're overwhelming me by calling me a senior; I don't deserve it," Lin Xiujing commented with a bitter smile and added after a pause, "I've advanced to Class Four today, but it won't be a problem for me to enter Class Five in the future on my own. I owe it all to you, Brother Ou."

The crowd quivered after they heard the man. Based on what Lin Xiujing said, it was clear that he had not only gained the opportunity to advance to Class Four, but also the experience to get to Class Five.

As long as he continued his cultivation and accumulated enough experiences, he would naturally make his way to Yang Grade Class Five.

The outcome was more shocking than a mere advancement to Class Four.

Ou Yangming laughed and responded, "Brother Lin, that's your fate, and it can't be forced."

Lin Xiujing shook his head and raised a question out of the blue, "Brother Ou, my Air-striking Fist Technique is out of the ordinary, and it's related to my bloodline. Not to mention exchanging blows with me, even if someone was carefully taught by my clan's elders, it's difficult for one to grasp the Air-striking Fist Technique. Brother Ou, how did you learn it? Could it be…"

His eyes were glowing. If Ou Yangming was related to the Lin family by blood, he would do anything to rope him into the clan.

At the spur of the moment, Lin Xiujing heard Wu Hanning's cold voice coming from another ring. "The Wu family's Simulated Spiritual Fist is also a Bloodline Fist Technique. Apart from the Wu family, it's extremely tough for outsiders to grasp the art's essence. According to you, shouldn't Brother Ou be a part of the imperial family too?"

Lin Xiujing was speechless, and he smiled bitterly.

Ou Yangming knew very well that he could grasp the Simulated Spiritual Fist because of his excellent mental power. Besides, the young fellow apprehended the ordinary Spiritual Pressure Fist Technique before he secretly learned the Wu family's technique, thus he simply made further progress.

As for the Air-striking Fist Technique, to put it plainly, it was a fist art related to interspatial power.

He figured that the Lin family's bloodline inherently had an exceedingly high affinity with interspatial power, which was why they could cultivate the Air-striking Fist Technique.

Ou Yangming had been studying the refinement method of an interspatial bag lately, hence his understanding of space was not inferior to the Lin family's great ancestors.

If that was not the case, he could not have successfully learned the art.

Having said that, he could not disclose the reason behind everything.

Without warning, five figures jumped up to the ring almost at the same time. They glared at Lin Xiujing and uttered, "Brother Lin, you've been defeated, so please get off the ring."

Lin Xiujing forced a smile when he noticed the unfriendly looks from the men. He saluted Ou Yangming with his fists before he jumped off the ring.

In the ring, Ou Yangming noted with a smile when he looked at the five Yang Grade powerhouses, "Gentlemen, you can tire me out by taking turns to fight me, but the Martial Arts Battle disallows challengers from ganging up against one person…"