Beastmaster of the Ages

dly protect me, so I mustn’t get carried away by these treasures.
What I have to do is take one step at a time, maximize my talents and employ a shrewd acumen to judge the situation.

He shouldered the burden of Feiling, Ying Huo, Meow Meow, and his own life, as well as their futures.
As the leader of the team, he was responsible for every decision.
Even if none of them placed such expectations on him, he would personally assume the responsibility alone, taking each step with the utmost attention.

I don’t believe Yuwen Taiji will do nothing. 

Ye Shaoqing and the others were also contemplating the same problem. 

But right now, preparing for the Realm Wars takes precedence.

This was his only shot at seizing the Grand-Orient Sword from Heaven’s Elysium.
If he missed this, another opportunity would come in ten years, but by that time, he would be ineligible for the Realm Wars.
Therefore, Tianming was set on obtaining the sword. 

While his lifebound beasts evolved, Tianming practiced his battle arts.

At present, I’ve mastered the Life-Death Whip Art and Voidgod Sword Intent, just short of the last step, that is, Myriad’s Only.
I’ll have to prepare other moves for the Realm Wars.

Tianming’s thoughts were interrupted by Li Wudi’s sudden appearance.

“Haha, Tianming my child, drink with me.
For some reason, Fatepath Peak is bustling today.
I’ve asked those oldies for a lot of good liquor!”

“I don’t have the time,” replied Tianming.

“Well, aren’t you hardworking! You definitely take after your old man, truly worthy of praise.
Tell me what you want.
Anything’s fine…
except for liquor,” Li Wudi chuckled.

“What do you have?” Tianming smiled.

“Whatever treasures; the sun, moon, and stars.
You can get it from Huangfu Fengyun.
Just mention my name.”

“Hahaha!” Tianming knew he was bragging again.

“Godfather, please introduce another ancestor to me.
I’d like to learn a boxing technique, so I have more tactics I can use in the Realm Wars,” said Tianming.

In his battle with Yuwen Shendu, Tianming had managed to block his opponent’s Necrodiabolus and injure him with his dark arm alone.
Tianming had only realized then how tough his arm was.
Perhaps there were other formidable powers to be unearthed.
None of the weapons he had come across could hurt his arm.

Since he had been focusing on swordsmanship, Tianming wanted to test how far he could increase his strength by practicing a top-notch boxing technique and incorporating heavenly will into his punches.

“Boxing? Come, I’ll take you to meet our tenth ancestor, Li Xiaozhang, who’s known as the Trivita Pugilist.” [1]

“Li Xiaozhang? That’s his name?” Tianming was tempted to laugh.
[2]

“Is there something wrong with giving his name a little personality? What should he be called then? Long Chen? Meng Hao? Yun Che?”

“Forget it.
Just toss a stone down the Grand-Orient Sacred Mountain, and you’ll hit ten of those,” laughed Tianming.

“How naive.
You’ll hit more than twenty!”

With Li Wudi leading the way, Tianming climbed a majestic blood-red mountain.
On the peak, a black tombstone was engraved with the words: the tomb of the Trivita Pugilist!

The tombstone was bold and mighty, rougher than the strange, cold tomb of the Grim Reaper.
Just looking at it gave Tianming goosebumps.
It bore a domineering and unyielding will, rather befitting of the title Trivita Pugilist.

Boxing was a form of close combat, the path of the strong and unruly.
Fist against weapon was a risky gambit, hence the need for a ferocious and desperate fighting spirit.

“I’ll be honest with you.
If you weren't my son, I wouldn't take you to see this old bandit.
He drinks like a fish and only accepts good wine,” grumbled Li Wudi.

With that, he poured the wine, a move that seemed to agonize him.

“You old devil, take your time drinking.
Damn it, you’re too much! Oh ancestor, leave a little for your descendent.
I'm about to be drained by you! There’s not even a drop left.
You’ll die from overdrinking!”

Beads of cold sweat dotted Tianming’s forehead.
Had he not been watching, he would have assumed their ancestors had done something untoward to Li Wudi.

On and on Li Wudi chattered, until the moment a fierce, Godlike will erupted from the Trivita Pugilist’s tomb.
Tianming felt an invisible fist slam into his chest, knocking the breath out of him.

Trivita Fiendfist! On the tombstone, the black words radiated and reformed.

First Lifetime: like a Beast, Skyshatter.

Second Lifetime: like a Fiend, Godringer.

Third Lifetime: like a Fiendgod, Cataclysm.

Trivita Fiendfist: Beast, Fiend, and Fiendgod!

The Trivita Fiendfist landed on the tombstone, one punch at a time.
The first fist shook the firmament; the second fist shocked gods and demons; the third fist devastated the world!

Rude, incorruptible, and crazy, advancing courageously.

Tianming was delighted.
The Trivita Fiendfist was very similar to the Voidgod Sword Intent.
Both were created by the spirit of defiance.
Comparatively speaking, the Voidgod Sword Intent was steady with an incisive burst, while the Trivita Fiendfist was rough and turbulent, possessing a boundless fighting spirit and facing death with equanimity.
By comparison, it was more explosive.

The three punches had Tianming so awestricken he had yet to react.
However, his eyes were feverish as he decided to practice the Trivita Fiendfist with his dark arm.

Three lives, three worlds, the fist of madness, born from but not born of defiance.
Just one glance was all Tianming required to comprehend its core.
And all of this was because he was the Li Saint Clan’s descendent.

1.
Trivita is pronounced try-veeta.
It sounded cooler than three-lives or three-reincarnations, which was what it was in Chinese. 

2.
Xiaozhang means “arrogant” in Chinese, so Li Wudi is calling him “Arrogant Li”.
Which is a rare reference that even works as a joke in English, since it’s a homonym for “arrogantly”, heh.