Returning to the Mysterious Era

Chapter 58 - Sparring

As painful as it looked, Moses seemed to delight in it. Lance was right; Fourth Senior Brother truly enjoyed being someone\'s punching bag.

Standing ringside, Cassius could see the differences in their styles. One had great strength, strong defense, but slower attack speed. The other had fast attack speed, high agility, but was weaker.

Of course, things like "slow attack speed" and "weaker strength" were all relative. If one of Lance\'s hand strike were to hit the average strong man, he\'d likely be done for.

After another two to three minutes, the two in the ring eventually stopped.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a reddened hand, Senior Brother Lance muttered, "Stupid thick bear skin..."

"Hehehe" Senior Brother Moses grinned cheekily. His skin-tight clothing had ripped apart, leaving him in only his gray shorts. His bulging muscles looked like a fortress, giving off an inexplicably oppressive aura. Moses\'s build was akin to those steroid-using bodybuilders Cassius had known in his previous life.

He really did look like one with the way he posed this way and that, displaying the muscles in his arms. His upper body was impressive, resembling an inverted triangle, though his muscles were somewhat red. There was a smattering of handprints all over his body.

Moses turned and caught Cassius\'s eye. Raising an eyebrow, he then switched to posing like an ape.

Cassius shook his head, amused. This senior brother really had a simple-minded charm and an extreme obsession with muscles.

"Want to give it a shot, Junior Brother?" Senior Brother Lance said as he walked down from the ring.

"Sure, why not?" Cassius didn\'t refuse. He had been itching to spar with a big guy like Senior Brother Moses.

"Good man!" Moses, still in the ring, gave a thumbs up.

Cassius shrugged off his outer garment, not wanting to damage the clothes that denoted him as a core disciple. He had a white tank top underneath, accentuating his broad frame and defined muscles.

Moses\'s eyes lit up when he noticed. "Great muscles! I can\'t wait."

Cassius flipped onto the stage and respectfully greeted Moses before assuming a solid fighting stance. "Please."

"Careful!" Moses smiled slightly. He opted to go for the attack first, rather than defend, as he wanted to test out his junior brother\'s skills. Below the ring, Lance watched with interest.

Boom!

The ground shook as Moses charged like a wild bear, transforming into a huge black shadow as he rushed at him.

Cassius\'s eyes flashed excitedly. He took a step forward and threw a solid straight punch.

Boom!

Two powerful fists collided in midair with a dull thud. The muscles in their arms rippled and trembled from the staggering impact.

"Good!" Moses laughed heartily. In a flash, his left hand became nothing but a shadow, like a terrifying giant snake poised to pounce on its prey. Cassius\'s arm shot out like a spring, whistling in the air.

Boom!

It was a clash of strength. A contest of pure power. Neither of them wanted to yield, as if determined to clash fists endlessly.

Boom, boom, boom, boom

...

A series of dull thuds sounded as Cassius\'s hands turned into a rapid-fire barrage of punches—straight punch, swinging punch, piercing punch, and more. Moses kept his hands to his sides to protect his vital areas. Occasionally, he threw out some heavy counterpunches.

Whoosh!

An arm whipped out, aiming viciously at a joint. Moses countered with a backhanded slap, knocking the fist aside with a loud smack. Leaning his full weight into the attack, he barreled forward. Cassius swiftly sidestepped and, channeling power from his waist to his arm, he fiercely chopped down.

Smack!

His hand landed squarely on Moses\'s muscles, eliciting a grunt from Moses.

Swinging his arm, he retaliated with a punch and it met Cassius’s. His arm trembled from the impact as he took a small step back. The two exchanged several more heavy blows.

Eyes locked on the fight, Lance nodded slightly. Both of his junior brothers had bold, aggressive styles—one was focused on offense, the other on defense. Li Wei’s fighting style leaned more toward actively seeking opportunities to attack whereas Moses preferred to defend, waiting for his opponent to slip up and reveal a weakness.

Aside from fighting style, Lance also gauged Li Wei\'s overall strength. He was likely nearing the peak of the first level of the Wind Elephant Covert Martial Arts, making him on par with Moses and himself. Li Wei was probably around the stage where he would meet a bottleneck.

There was still a gap compared to the First Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister, who had reached the second level of Wind Elephant Covert Martial Arts. Those two were more or less on the same level as most elders.

In the ring, the two tall figures suddenly sprang apart.

Cassius huffed out a heavy breath. His arms felt sore and numb. Senior Brother Moses truly was incredibly strong. Each punch felt like he was being hit by heavy artillery. On the other end, Moses was equally shocked.

Born with great strength, he was naturally several times over stronger than the others. His usual style wasto defend then usually overwhelm his opponents with power.

However, his junior brother had exchanged heavy punches with him—at least five times! Yes, Li Wei wasn\'t quite as powerful, but he was already much stronger than others of the same level. There was only a notch or two difference between the two of them.

Even Senior Brother Lance hadn\'t had the guts to exchange blows with him. He could tell that Li Wei was about as strong as Second Senior Sister, who was at the second level of the Wind Elephant Covert Martial Arts. Strength wasn\'t her specialty, so this said a lot.

"Junior Brother, your punches are really quite something." Moses grimaced, rubbing his muscular limbs which were red and swollen from Cassius\' punches. Compared to Lance\'s "sissy" hand strikes, Cassius\'s punches were extremely powerful; Moses couldn\'t help feeling some pain.

"Senior Brother is also very powerful," Cassius said. He lifted his hands up, showing off his bright red fists.

"Not bad, really not bad." A strange voice came from afar. Cassius turned and saw a white-haired young man strolling over from the first-floor hall.

He was of a medium build and not overly muscular. He had quite a plain face with no distinguishing features. The only notable thing was his calm demeanor and composed confidence. The way he carried himself gave off a scholarly air. It was rare to see such a refined martial artist.