Something had happened in the wrestling arena that no one could have imagined. The punch that Veer had struck Ravi with still lingered in everyone's hearts.
"What martial art did Veer use just now?"
"This doesn't seem like any martial art. To me, it just looks like an ordinary punch, but not only did he defend himself, he also injured Ravi with that simple punch. I'm more surprised about how he defended against the Tiger's Claw."
"Are you mocking me? How can a punch like that not be a martial art? Didn't you see what that punch did to Ravi's shoulder?"
The disciples of the Mishra family began to talk among themselves about the punch Veer had used. However, no one could explain it clearly.
The punch Veer used, though it looked simple, was hard to understand.
"Ravi's shoulder is broken, his right arm is crippled!" Somdatt examined Ravi's injuries and let out a cold sigh. He looked at Veer in surprise.
Veer was a warrior of the first level of the physical realm. Yet, he had permanently crippled Ravi, who was a warrior of the second level of the physical realm, with a single move.
After sending Ravi for treatment, Somdatt approached Veer, who was still standing in place.
At that moment, Somdatt no longer saw Veer as simple and weak. There was always something different about him. But what? It was hard for Somdatt to pinpoint.
"That punch you used just now, what is the name of that technique? It doesn't seem like a martial art, but it's as powerful as one. How long have you been practicing it?" Somdatt asked Veer with curiosity.
The Mishra family disciples couldn't fathom the depth of the punch, but Somdatt had clearly seen it.
That simple punch had been executed with great skill. All of Veer's body strength had been concentrated into that one strike. Even the highest level of yellow-class martial art couldn't have delivered such a blow.
No, maybe even the top tier would seem ordinary compared to this strike.
The martial arts of the Somali continent were divided into four categories from high to low: Heaven, Earth, Black (Supreme), and Yellow. Each category was divided into three levels: High, Medium, and Low.
All the martial arts kept in the Mishra family's war hall were low and medium level yellow-class martial arts, with only one high-level martial art called Pavan Chesar.
Only warriors who had entered the Chakramidhi circle of the Mishra family could practice this martial art.
But Somdatt knew that even mastering Pavan Chesar would not generate the power of Veer's punch.
"It is called the Fall Punch!" Veer said. But he didn't reveal anything about his practice.
How could he tell that he had practiced the Fall Punch for ten years in his previous life?
The unique feature of this punch was that the opponent could never guess its strength while facing it.
The Fall Punch only seemed simple, but in reality, it had the power to destroy the entire body, including internal organs. To reach Veer's level, one would have to practice it for at least ten years.
"Somdatt, I'm going home now... You saw the event today. You know who attacked first. I hope you'll be a witness."
With that, Veer walked towards his home.
"Fall Punch? This kid is extraordinary... Revati, Veer has hidden his true power from all of us, including you... He is still hiding his abilities and waiting for the right time!" Somdatt sighed deeply and said to himself.
Today, he had seen a side of Veer that no one had ever seen. Veer was still hiding something...
Everyone has some secrets, so Somdatt didn't press Veer for more answers.
The disciples of the Mishra family, who had been watching the fight, started leaving the arena one by one. They all knew now that that terrifying punch was called the "Fall Punch."
"Finally, it's over."
...
After returning home, Veer breathed a sigh of relief. A slight smile was visible on his face. This was the first time since coming to this world that he had used boxing so openly.
At that moment, he felt as though he had returned to his previous life, filled with excitement and bloodshed.
When Veer entered his room, his attention was drawn to the Divine Water of the Seven Bodies, which was now only enough for two more baths.
"I guess I'll have to ask Mother to buy more medicinal herbs."
Enjoying the medicinal bath, he began practicing Laksh's martial art. He wanted to quickly increase his strength because, after what he had done to Ravi today, the trouble wasn't over—it was only beginning.
"Hey! Did you hear? The ninth elder's son, Veer, has entered the physical realm!"
"Hahaha! I know. But that's old news. Here's the new news. Veer and Ravi had a fight. Not only did Veer defeat Ravi, but he also struck such a deadly punch on Ravi's shoulder that it broke. Ravi is permanently crippled now!"
"Really? But Ravi was already at the second level of the physical realm, and he had mastered the low-level Yellow-class martial art 'Tiger's Claw.' How did he lose to Veer?"
"The Tiger's Claw is useless! Veer's martial art, which everyone is calling the Fall Punch, is far more powerful. Even the fifth elder, Somdatt, praised it..."
As more people learned about the Fall Punch, more discussions began around it.
Some disciples declared it to be a Supreme-level martial art, some called it Earth-class martial art, and some even claimed Veer's Fall Punch to be a Heaven-level martial art!
...
Inside a room in the Mishra family...
Aman stood by the bed, looking at his son's broken shoulder. Ravi had cried so much that he had fallen asleep.
Aman could still hear the first elder's voice in his ears, "Aman, if it was just a broken bone, taking the ninth-level 'Suvarna Kshati pill' and resting for a while would have been enough to heal it. But your son Ravi's shoulder is not just broken; all the muscles have been destroyed... Even if you give him the eighth-level 'Suvarna Kshati pill' from the clan leader, it won't make a difference... I'm sorry, but I have no cure for this."
Aman clenched his fist in anger and shouted to himself, "Veer, I won't leave you alive... You must die!!"
Just then, a person rushed into the room.
"Dad, how is my younger brother?"
This person was Abhijeet, Aman's eldest son. He was one of the most powerful disciples of the Mishra family.
At the age of sixteen, he had already entered the fourth level of the physical realm and had mastered a medium-level Yellow-class martial art, "Parn Punch."
In the Mishra family, disciples were considered adults at sixteen. After turning sixteen, they were sent to help with family businesses. Abhijeet was one of them.
When he learned that his younger brother Ravi had been injured, he dropped everything and rushed to meet him.
Aman sighed deeply and said in a heavy voice, "Abhijeet, your younger brother... his right shoulder is broken... Even the first elder couldn't treat him."
"What?!" Abhijeet's body shook as though struck by lightning.
The first elder of the Mishra family was a famous healer of the entire Sanchi, and he was also at the ninth level. If he couldn't treat Ravi, it meant that Ravi's injury was no ordinary one.
"Ravi..."
Standing by the bed, Abhijeet looked at Ravi, who was sleeping. Seeing Ravi's condition, his eyes, like Aman's, were filled with rage.
His mother had died giving birth to Ravi, and he had taken care of his little brother with great affection all these years. Whether it was food or toys, he always prioritized his younger brother. For him, his younger brother was the most important thing.
But now, his little brother's right shoulder was broken, and his future was ruined. Thinking of this, Abhijeet's heart filled with anger.
"Dad, are you sure that Veer did this to Ravi?" Abhijeet asked, looking at Aman.
When he first heard about the incident, he couldn't believe it. Veer, who looked weak and hadn't even entered the physical realm yet, had managed to severely injure his younger brother.
Aman gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I spoke with the fifth elder, Somdatt. It was Veer who injured Ravi. Three days ago, not only did he enter the first level of the physical realm, but he also used a high-level martial art called the Fall Punch."
"First level of the physical realm; Fall Punch, huh..."
Abhijeet said to himself, surprised, and after a moment of thought, he added, "Dad, come with me!"
At the same time, in Revati's house...
"Mother, you're here... Why? Is something wrong?" Veer, who had just bathed in the Divine Water of the Seven Bodies and come out of his room, asked, embarrassed, seeing his mother Revati standing in front of him.
Revati looked at her son with a slight surprise. She still couldn't believe what she had heard about Veer.
Her son had not only entered the first level of the physical realm but had also permanently crippled Aman's son Ravi.
"Fall Punch... Veer, aren't you going to tell your mother when you learned this martial art called Fall Punch? Even the fifth elder Somdatt has been praising you."
Revati asked, smiling at Veer, to which he shyly replied, "Mother, if I told you that when that old man taught me to make the Seven Bodies Divine Water, he also taught me this martial art, would you believe me?"
Revati became serious and said to Veer, "Veer, you've grown up... I know you have secrets that you don't want to reveal, so I won't ask you more about it. But remember, no matter what anyone says about you, I'll always stand by you!"
"Mother..." Veer's heart shook, and his eyes filled with tears.
At that moment, Aman's voice, filled with hatred, echoed from outside the house.
"Veer! Come out, you bastard!"
Hearing Aman's angry shout, Revati's expression changed. She quickly rushed out of the house with Veer.
"Aman, what's the matter? Why are you shouting like this?"
"Veer! You bastard! How dare you cripple my son Ravi! You must pay for this!" Aman shouted, ignoring Revati's question.
Abhijeet stepped forward and looked at Veer, "It's said you have mastered the Fall Punch, huh? I want to see it myself!"
"You're challenging me?" Veer asked calmly.
"Yes!" Abhijeet said arrogantly.
Veer nodded and said, "Then fine. But I have a condition."
"What condition?" Abhijeet asked.