The young man was wearing a coa.r.s.e green robe and his body was thin. His skin was yellow, but his eyes were black and lively. He was currently looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with flas.h.i.+ng eyes.

The middle aged man was dressed in tight clothes, his face was gloomy and his brows were tightly-knit and relaxed, as though his heart was still struggling intensely, and the two of them were Lei Yang and his son.

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"Father, I beg of you to help me. Father, if I can't cultivate in this life, what's the point of me living?" Seeming to have seen through Lei Zhennan's concerns, Lei Yang kneeled on the ground and pleaded. His eyes were firm, without a trace of fear.

"Yang'er, have you really thought this through?" Lei Zhennan asked again. In fact, even he himself was somewhat self-deprecating, why had he become so indecisive, but that was still his son, after all. No one would be willing to personally push their son onto the road of death.

"Dad, Yang'er has made up his mind. Let's begin!" Although Lei Yang's voice still sounded a little young, his entire person seemed to have displayed a sense of steadiness that was inconsistent with his age.

After considering in his heart, Lei Zhennan looked at Lei Yang with a serious expression and said: "Yang'er, the cultivation technique that we are going to cultivate next is called the Thunder Fist. This is an absolute family technique, a cultivation technique that only Core Formation Stage cultivators can cultivate.

Thunder Fist is known for being fierce and tyrannical, but my father has lost all of his cultivation, so I am unable to reveal its true power. I can only impart my techniques to you, and you have to slowly comprehend the beauty of it.

Lei Zhennan took a deep breath, and maintained his posture as he shouted: "Yang'er, watch carefully!"

After cultivating the Thunder Fist, each punch was more difficult than the last. Ever since the Lei Clan Patriarch established this fist technique, other than the ancestor, no one had been able to completely execute nine punches while using their spirit energy. Even at the peak of his cultivation, Father was only able to barely execute four punches.

Lei Zhennan flashed and dodged in the clearing in the forest, his figure suddenly moving left and right, floating unsteadily, causing a burst of berserk wind to immediately surge out of the forest, an irresistible might suddenly rose, causing the entire forest floor to tremble slightly, and the leaves to rustle even more.

"The second punch — Thunderclap!"

"Third punch — — Thunder Surprise in All Directions!"

Even though Lei Zhennan had lost all his cultivation, the unparalleled might behind every single one of his moves caused Lei Yang to be shocked, he thought to himself: I can produce such power without using my cultivation, I truly do not know, when I used my cultivation, how powerful would my fist techniques be, how powerful was father used to be?

In Lei Yang's heart, a sense of admiration rose, but this was not the time to be absent-minded. He shook his head with all his might, trying his best to clear his thoughts, and started to concentrate on watching his father practice.

"Father, what's wrong?" Lei Yang rushed over to support Lei Zhennan, and asked anxiously.

"It's fine, just rest for a bit!" The Thunder Fist's power is tyrannical, but at the same time, it consumes a lot of energy. Now that I have lost my cultivation, even though it was just a feint, I still found it hard to endure because the technique is powerful and the consumption to my body was extremely huge. If not for me being proficient in this fist technique, I have cleverly avoided a lot of damage to my inner strength, otherwise with my current strength, it would have been impossible for me to complete all nine punches. "Yang'er, don't worry about me. Hurry up and demonstrate the moves I just performed."

The first punch — Thunder Tide!

The second punch — Thunderclap!

The third punch — Thunder Surprise spread in all directions!

As he used his techniques, Lei Yang became more and more apprehensive. This seemingly simple move, once used, would involuntarily drain all the energy in his body, causing him to feel as if his entire body was being squeezed by a huge force, as if every drop of his flesh and blood would be squeezed dry!

"Yang'er, you have to hold on!" Just as Lei Yang was demonstrating, Lei Zhennan, who was at the side, had actually raised his heart to his throat. This was because this fist technique was simply too powerful. If one's cultivation wasn't sufficient, it would be easy to destroy their physical body.

The most important thing about the Thunder Fist's cultivation was that all those who practice the fist arts must have a Core Formation Stage cultivation, and even Spirit Origin Stage powerhouses in the clan would not dare to easily cultivate it, not to mention that Lei Yang had a mortal body, if they were to forcefully cultivate it, in less than three punches, their flesh and blood would be sucked out and they would die from the tyrannical fist energy!

However, in the clan's secret history, there was a record that the Thunder Fist not only had a very good body tempering effect, it could also cleanse the marrow and clear the mind, as well as purify the bloodline, but the conditions were extremely harsh. If one's cultivation was not sufficient and needed to forcefully cultivate, then it required an extremely dense amount of ancestral blood to achieve the desired result.

The Thunder Fist was extremely strange. Anyone who did not have a high level of cultivation would be forced to train in it, and if they were able to successfully finish the third punch, the punches later on would be able to suppress their body's flesh and blood energy, but it would no longer pose a threat to their life.

He had never believed that his son was a cripple. He was betting that his son was the person who carried the blood of his ancestors. Although he didn't know much about the Ancestral Blood, he had a feeling that his son was strong and strong, and definitely not a cripple.

According to legend, 2000 years ago, an ancestor of the Lei Clan was unable to break through 30% of his spiritual energy, and was eventually identified as a cripple by his clan.

But later on, this ancestor awakened the powerful ancestral blood in his body because he had secretly and forcefully trained in the Thunder Fist to temper his body.

No one could tell if the Patriarch had intentionally protected the people from the Ancestral bloodline back then when he had established this art, or if it was unintentionally created. However, that was not important anymore, in Lei Zhennan's eyes, what was most important right now was for his son to step through the gates of h.e.l.l.

, who merely relied on the strength of his fleshly body and did not have a single trace of spirit energy in his body, had actually relied on the strength of his fleshly body to persevere to this point. With this kind of perseverance, it was already enough to see his determination and determination.

After just practicing the second punch, Lei Yang felt his entire body collapsing, and his sweat dripped down like rain, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, without a trace of blood, and even his body seemed to have become much thinner.

His body was no longer able to support itself. He fell heavily onto one knee on the ground, and a phantom image appeared in his eyes. He felt his entire body being squeezed by a ma.s.sive force every second, and even his consciousness began to blur!

He did not want to be seen as a joke by all who bullied him. In the end, he relied on his super strong willpower and determination, dragging his already extremely weak body along as he stood up shakily. He shook his head with all his might, cleared his head a little, and started practicing his third punch.

"Yang'er, how about … I... "Stop..." Seeing that his son was so stubborn to this extent, Lei Zhennan tried to call for Lei Yang to stop several times, but he couldn't do it, because that was his … "Let's hope …" This time, the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

As the three fists expanded outwards, Lei Yang's fists actually produced m.u.f.fled sounds of wind and thunder in the air. However, at the same time, the consumption rate of Lei Yang's body's strength was several times greater than his second fist.

"This, with the power of his physical body, is actually able to call out the sounds of wind and lightning! I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing." Lei Zhennan looked at Lei Yang's shriveled up body and his slightly aged face, his palms were nervous to the point that he was sweating. He was extremely anxious, but he couldn't help anything, because he could only rely on himself for this hurdle.

In the clearing in the forest, the sounds of wind and thunder grew louder. The thick leaves were blown into the sky by Lei Yang's fist and his body was on the verge of collapse. His consciousness was fuzzy, but he was still clenching his teeth and persevering … Because he saw … Hope...

"It's a success!" Seeing that Lei Yang had finally made it through the gates of h.e.l.l, Lei Zhennan heaved a sigh of relief, but he still did not dare to be careless. This was because Lei Yang's demonstration was not over, and it was probably because he was too nervous, but the current Lei Zhennan had actually forgotten that Lei Yang was someone with the Ancestral Bloodline.

The fourth punch! The fifth punch!

The sixth punch!

It was only after the seventh strike that Lei Yang collapsed onto the ground. His body no longer felt any pain, and all the flesh and blood in his body seemed to have been squeezed dry, as though his entire body was a dried up piece of dried wood.

However, Lei Zhennan's eyes were currently filled with shock. His son had mastered all seven of the Thunder Fist's punches in one go, although his body was skinny, and his life force had been severely lost, but the skin on his body was intact and there were no cracks or signs of his body exploding, which meant that his body was not about to explode at all. And this means … In other words, he was someone who possessed the ancestral blood, and a person who possessed the ancestral blood would not be a cripple.

Lei Zhennan's breathing became more and more hurried. He rushed forward quickly and hugged the unconscious Lei Yang in his arms, watching as his son walked out from h.e.l.l. In the end, the pain in his eyes melted into ecstasy as he laughed wildly with a "haha".

The tyranny and profoundness of the Thunder Fist, he was well aware that back then, when he practiced this technique with his Core Formation cultivation, he was barely able to endure until the third punch for the first time. His own son, however, was able to cultivate the seventh punch for the first time using only the strength of his fleshly body.

At this moment, Lei Zhennan firmly believed that his son was definitely not someone who could be considered trash in the mouths of others. If he was given enough time to grow up, his achievements in the future would definitely be limitless.

Although he was happy, Lei Zhennan was not blinded by his happiness. Today, the internal strife of the clan was extremely serious, the clan had been fighting for power and profits for a long time, many people had long been obsessed with it, and had been blinded by benefits. The clan was no longer the clan from before, so even though Lei Zhennan knew that his son carried ancestral blood, before he fully matured, he could not let anyone know about it, including Lei Yang himself.