Jun Moxie inwardly compared them and was startled to find that while Eagle BoKong's few moves appeared somewhat clumsy, even disjointed, in terms of pure technique, they might fall slightly short of certain supreme martial arts from his past life. However, in sheer viciousness, they were rather superior! Coupled with the appropriate Xuan Qi, these moves could unleash astonishing power, earning even Jun Moxie's admiration during his contemplation! More remarkably, whenever Eagle BoKong repeated a move during combat, there would always be a subtle alteration, incrementally erasing the move's inherent flaws. Weaknesses that should have required lengthy, grinding effort to resolve were swiftly addressed in the heat of battle! It must be understood that learning martial arts and creating them are entirely different concepts. Creating a style—from its inception, to modest success, meticulous refinement, perfection, and finally mastery—never allows for skipping any step. Reaching the apex requires not only the flash of inspiration from the original creator but also decades, perhaps generations, of patient honing to truly be forged through countless fires and achieve final perfection.

In this strange world devoid of the ancient Chinese martial arts, Eagle BoKong’s ability to ingeniously abandon his original Xuan Gong and independently create this set of martial techniques, and further, to rapidly bring this school of fighting into being through his unique methods, speaks volumes of his martial wisdom and pursuit—qualities worthy of future generations’ praise. The very act of pioneering a martial art is an epoch-making achievement! By this measure alone, Eagle BoKong is truly deserving of the title among the Eight Supremes, possessing the stature of a true Grand Master! Setting aside other matters, his willingness, given his transcendent status as one of the Eight Supremes, to humble himself, condescend to fight with ordinary powerful Xuan Zhe to test and improve the inadequacies in his own techniques—few individuals possess such rigorous dedication to the martial way! Wait! A sudden spark illuminated Jun Moxie’s mind.

Eagle BoKong now struggles to find worthy opponents... Aren't the Blood Soul Manor and the Wind Snow Silver City perfect rivals?

Eagle BoKong currently vexes over the inability of his moves to align with his cultivation level... Doesn't his mind brim with the ultimate techniques from his past life?

Divine Eagle Pounces on the Tiger, Eagle's Cry Across Nine Provinces, Nine Transformations of the (Azure Eagle), Soaring a Thousand Miles Like an Eagle...

If he fails to utilize these resources he possesses, wouldn't that be a true waste? That would be the ultimate squandering of heaven's gifts! Jun MoWu thought tensely, experiencing a moment of unexpected elation.

Eagle BoKong executed his moves, maintaining control over the balance of the situation, while his mind contemplated coordination between hand and foot, and the seamless transition between moves. Slowly, he worked to internalize the forms, refining them piece by piece. Though the progress was agonizingly slow, he found pleasure in the process.

The Xuan Qi of this world, fundamentally different from the internal strength Jun Young Master was accustomed to in his past life, was inherently too ferocious, lacking the balanced mix of hardness and softness inherent in true internal energy. This limited the execution of complex maneuvers, leading most techniques to rely on brute force. Most people's Xuan Qi rarely allowed for the smooth execution of a complex sequence unless it was a world-shattering, decisive blow, but once such a technique was unleashed, the user’s Xuan Qi was essentially spent.

In this aspect, it was quite similar to what was called Dou Qi combat.

Pursuing sheer power and speed meant the Xuan Qi could not keep up; but striving too hard for Xuan Qi quality resulted in overly cumbersome movements.

However, Eagle BoKong's current techniques, though still raw, had fundamentally transcended these limitations, correcting the inherent defects. They were already showing signs of true integration. This was a significant, tangible innovation! If Eagle BoKong could truly perfect this martial art to the absolute zenith, then he would be a genuine founding patriarch, perhaps even a transcendent Grand Master capable of bridging eras! Sea Chenfeng’s expression was exceptionally calm; his long sword moved like the wind, circling, thrusting, slicing, and slashing... executing the Blue Light Sea Supreme’s secret art, the 'Surging Waves Sword Art,' with breathtaking fluidity. Initially, he held a significant advantage, completely suppressing the black-clad figure for a time. Yet, the opponent remained rock-solid; no matter the fierce onslaught, he stood like a mountain. At times, clear weaknesses appeared, seemingly begging for a sword to pierce straight through, but somehow, they were always bizarrely neutralized.

As time crept forward, Sea Chenfeng realized with alarm that his previously vast advantage was subtly eroding. The opponent was clearly using the same moves as before, yet the old vulnerabilities were now impossible to locate. Occasionally, a strange counter-attack from the opponent would throw him into disarray.

When the battle reached its critical point, the dynamic had completely reversed. Sea Chenfeng remained utterly focused, giving his all, sweat soaking his robes, his breathing ragged. The opponent, however, maintained an enduring breath, and his movements had evolved, becoming as untamed as a soaring celestial steed, impossible to predict. The moment the opponent struck, Sea Chenfeng was forced to retreat. However, the black-clad man showed no intent to pursue; otherwise, Sea Chenfeng would likely have died eight times over already.

The contest between the two masters grew increasingly perilous. The concept of a perilous battle is distinct from intense combat. Intense combat generally implies both sides are evenly matched, unleashing their full power in a desperate clash, likely resulting in mutual injury only at the final brink. Such an outcome is actually the least probable, as both parties tend to withdraw before their energy is completely depleted.

But a perilous battle is an entirely different concept; the weaker party faces the constant threat of immediate death, precisely Sea Chenfeng's current predicament! Normally, Eagle BoKong, being a Supreme Divine Xuan Zhe and a senior master controlling the overall tempo, should not allow a situation where Sea Chenfeng sustains injury. However, Eagle BoKong was deeply engrossed in contemplating his seventeen loose-hand strikes, entering a state of profound intuition where his engagement with Sea Chenfeng had devolved entirely into instinctual action. Although Eagle BoKong kept his Xuan Qi level matched to Sea Chenfeng’s, this was the control capability of a Supreme Divine Xuan Zhe—something Sea Chenfeng could never hope to match!

While he wouldn't inflict crippling damage in the blink of an eye, a mere casual gesture could render all of Sea Chenfeng’s clever maneuvers void. The true disparity between them was starkly revealed! Sea Chenfeng knew there was no room left for luck: the opponent had been playing with him from the start, and the entire battle was completely under his command. Given this, even at the risk of his life, he had to deliver a heavy lesson.

As a Heavenly Xuan expert, Sea Chenfeng rarely met his match and possessed a core of arrogance and pride. Eagle BoKong’s blatant tactic of toying with him was an unparalleled humiliation—a humiliation he was utterly powerless to erase! He possessed the clear ability to defeat his opponent but deliberately teased him without striking the killing blow; it was like an old cat playing with a mouse—playing until it tired, humiliating it enough, and then killing it. It was akin to playing chess, knowing a checkmate in one move but deliberately dragging it out, refusing surrender, intent on dismantling the opponent until only the lone King remained, hopping about while the advancing army—Rooks, Horses, Cannons, and Pawns—crossed the river to surround the old King... exhausting him to death! Such mischief might be tolerated against a novice, but try it on a renowned chess master. It would be strange indeed if the master didn't suffer an immediate cerebral hemorrhage from rage.

And Sea Chenfeng was now like that cornered King.

But this King still possessed one last, suicidal gambit! Sea Chenfeng suddenly let out a sharp cry, retracting his sword. He abruptly spun around Eagle BoKong like a fierce hurricane, his entire body blazing with blue light, growing ever brighter! With every revolution, the blue light intensified—from sky-blue, to azure, to deep blue, and finally, to ink-blue! The entire courtyard seemed to be ravaged by a miniature tornado, the blue light layering, swirling, striping, until it coalesced into tangible substance! Eagle BoKong was just beginning to gain profound insights, feeling quite pleased, focusing even more intently on the techniques. At this moment, he suddenly felt the ambient pressure surge, losing the prior feeling of ease and spontaneity. The surroundings suddenly felt like a rising tide, bringing with it gale-force winds, torrential rain, and an overwhelming wave of crushing pressure.

A jolt went through his heart, and he immediately recalled the signature ultimate move of the Azure Supreme: The World Engulfed by Waves! This was a move designed for mutual destruction, taking the enemy down with them into the netherworld! This technique required burning all of one's Xuan Qi, tapping into the absolute potential of the Dantian, unleashing all inherent power into a single, overwhelmingly potent burst of lethal force. Once deployed, this move could instantly elevate the user's Xuan Qi level by at least two tiers! It could unleash energy far surpassing the user’s actual strength, capable of instantly killing an enemy who was two clear levels above them! But the greatest drawback of this technique was that regardless of the outcome with the enemy, the user was doomed! Causing harm to oneself before harming the enemy—whether the foe is vanquished or not, the user is destined for ruin! Eagle BoKong was aghast, cursing, "Damn it, are you trying to die?! I am your Eagle..." He meant to say: "I am your Martial Uncle Eagle!"

But before he could finish, Sea Chenfeng erupted in a great laugh, interrupting Jun Moxie's unfinished words, and roared out with tragic fury: "Old thief, you know fear now, do you? How dare you disgrace my Azure Lineage like this—take your life!"

The long sword hummed, leaping up like a furious sea dragon, soaring heavenward on towering waves. Mid-flight, its sound changed, ringing like a bell, as if the dragon was letting out a death throe! The sword light was swift, sharp, filling the air with the sound of wind and thunder! Suddenly, a flash of white light exploded with a cracking sound, like lightning in a clear sky, like the Milky Way suddenly bursting its dam from the Ninth Heaven, descending with the resolute force of no return, crashing down upon Eagle BoKong! Eagle BoKong was furious and exasperated, almost spitting blood from sheer frustration, roaring: "You little bastard, stop right now! I'll go settle accounts with Meng Hongchen tomorrow! Damn his ancestors, why did he produce such a lunatic as you?! Haven't you noticed that I have been holding back this whole time?! You idiot and madman!"

"I am your Martial Uncle! I am Eagle BoKong! Goddamn it, I..."

His regrets were tearing him apart, but the reality before him could no longer be changed.