chsdbacks Chapter 7 The Form of a True Dragon
Chapter 7 The Form of a True Dragon
"boom!"
The two fists collided, like two savage beasts wrestling. A terrifying gust of wind swept outwards from the two of them, cracking the hard black gold rock ground inch by inch, and sending up fragments of rock.
This scene completely ignited the entire audience.
"Da Cheng! The real Da Cheng!"
An elder with white hair and beard suddenly stood up, his beard trembling.
"The Giant Spirit Carrying Mountain Fist is the toughest nut to crack in my royal palace. Even if ordinary geniuses practice day and night, they can't even touch the threshold of mastery without ten years of hard work."
"How old is this kid? He's only at the Golden Membrane Realm, yet he's achieved a level that so many people dream of!"
"Could it be... that Heaven has truly shown its mercy and bestowed upon us unparalleled blessings?"
The gazes of those who had been waiting to see the joke change, replaced by deep fear and suspicion.
A prince on the verge of being deemed a cripple suddenly broke the curse overnight and even mastered a profound martial art to a state of perfection. They could find no reasonable explanation other than destiny.
"This young man has made a name for himself. From today onwards, I'm afraid no one will dare to underestimate him."
Public opinion shifted instantly in the face of overwhelming strength. Many who had bet on the inevitable defeat of the kingly way now began to have doubts. This was no longer a question of whether they could withstand three moves; it was clearly a move against the heavens.
On the stands, Liu Mei's fan had stopped waving at some point, her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in her eyes.
"Hmph, all show and no substance."
She scoffed inwardly, forcibly suppressing the slight unease in her heart.
"Long'er is at the Dragon Spine Realm, with bones as hard as refined iron. Even if that little beast's fist techniques are divine, in the face of such an absolute difference in physical strength, it's like an ant trying to shake a tree."
In the center of the training ground, a fierce battle was raging.
"Get out of my way!"
Wang Long, unable to break through, was filled with shame and rage.
He, a powerful expert of the Dragon Spine Realm, was actually no match for a mere beginner. He roared repeatedly, his fists raining down like raindrops, each punch accompanied by a deafening roar that tore through the air.
However, the Way of the King is like a reef on the beach, standing firm and unmoved no matter how the wind and rain blow.
If you look closely, you can see that with each punch Wang Dao throws out, the giant phantom behind him becomes more solid, and the heavy, mountain-like fist intent suppresses Wang Long's attack.
The "Giant Spirit Carrying Mountain Fist" at its peak level granted him exquisite control over power, allowing him to utilize every bit of his vital energy to its fullest potential without any waste.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The two figures collided at lightning speed in the arena, and the dull thud of fists hitting flesh sent chills down one's spine.
Wang Dao grew increasingly alarmed as he fought. This Dragon Spine Realm was indeed domineering; its bones, transformed into dragons through marrow cleansing, were so hard they felt like iron being forged, causing his finger bones to ache.
But the fighting spirit in his eyes burned brighter and brighter, like oil being poured on a raging fire.
"Is this the hardness of the Dragon Spine Realm? Nothing special!"
Wang Dao let out a long roar and advanced instead of retreating.
His black hair danced wildly, and his terrifying blood and qi surged like boiling magma as he forcefully withstood Wang Long's attacks and pressed forward.
The true meaning of Dachengquan is revealed!
Wang Dao's punch was no longer a simple straight punch, but carried an invincible aura of "I will bear the collapse of the sky and the sinking of the earth alone". The golden light on the fist was bright, and it actually passed through Wang Long's impenetrable fist shadow with the momentum of striking after the opponent, and struck hard into his chest.
"What?!"
Wang Long's pupils shrank suddenly, as he felt an overwhelming force strike him, the will contained within that force making his soul tremble.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Wang Long was forced to stagger back half a step by this punch.
Clash with those of the same realm, and defy those of higher realms!
With the absolute advantage of his mastery of boxing techniques, Wang Dao actually managed to suppress Wang Long in this battle that was originally a foregone conclusion.
"You bastard! Kneel down!"
The humiliation of being forced back half a step gnawed at Wang Long's heart like a venomous snake. His eyes were bloodshot, his purple robe billowed, and he pushed the powerful physical strength belonging to the Dragon Spine Realm to its limit.
Even though his cultivation was sealed, his body, honed through countless trials, was still like a resurrected Tyrannosaurus Rex, causing the air to vibrate with every exertion of his power.
Wang Dao felt the pressure increase exponentially. The opponent's fierce offensive made him realize that even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.
Although Wang Long was a despicable person, his Dragon Spine Realm physique was indeed a formidable opponent. If it weren't for the old lady's intervention to seal him, he would probably have been blown to bits long ago.
"You want me to kneel? You're not qualified!"
A fierce determination flashed in Wang Dao's eyes, a desperate thirst for resources gleaming within them. In this cannibalistic royal palace, defeat meant losing everything, meant continuing to be a useless cripple at the mercy of others.
This battle can only be won, not lost!
"kill!"
With a roar, Wang Dao unleashed the Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements Technique within his body, causing the flawless golden membrane to radiate a dazzling crimson-gold divine light. He resembled a war god cast from molten gold.
He held nothing back, pushing the "Giant Spirit Carrying Mountain Fist" to its limit at its peak.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
On the training ground, two figures collided violently like two shooting stars.
This time, it was a pure head-on collision, a fierce battle of flesh and will.
If it weren't for his ridiculously solid foundation in the Kingly Way, his body would have disintegrated long ago from just these few dozen unexciting exchanges.
But he held on, and not only did he hold on, he fought even more fiercely.
"Thirty moves... a full thirty moves!"
Someone counted the moves in a trembling voice, their tone filled with disbelief, "The agreed-upon three-move duel has now turned into a life-or-death battle between evenly matched opponents!"
"This child... truly possesses the potential of a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss!"
An elder looked at the young man in the arena, whose body was covered in blood but whose fighting spirit still soared to the sky, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Having just stepped into the path of martial arts, to be able to defeat the strong with the weak and defy the higher realms—such talent and temperament are unparalleled in our royal palace for a hundred years!"
The phrase "true dragon's appearance" was like a thorn, piercing deeply into the heart of the Second Madam, Liu Mei.
She gripped the fan tightly in her hand, her delicate face losing its previous composure, her eyes filled with a chilling coldness and tension.
"If Long'er really loses... then the reputation of her entire lineage will be utterly trampled into the mud today!"
"Let's end this!"
In the arena, Wang Dao keenly sensed a slight disturbance in Wang Long's aura.
He took a deep breath, and his violent blood and qi surged like a great river, all converging on his right fist.
At this moment, the giant phantom behind him seemed to completely merge with him, and a terrifying fist intent that suppressed all heavens and bore the weight of eternity suddenly erupted.
"The mighty Heavenly Dragon, carrying mountains to suppress the world!"
Wang Dao unleashed a punch, the tip of his fist gleaming with golden light, like a blazing sun falling to earth.
This punch brought together all the defense and power of his perfected golden membrane, and also incorporated the supreme true meaning of the Great Completion Fist Technique. Its power was so great that it caused ripples to spread in the surrounding void.
"I don't believe it! How could I possibly lose to a piece of trash like you!"
Wang Long roared hysterically, throwing a punch with all his might to meet the attack.
However, in the face of absolute quality, all struggles are in vain.
Wang Dao's perfected golden membrane, refined to the extreme, was many times stronger than Wang Long's golden membrane back then, coupled with the overwhelming true meaning of his fist technique...
"Snap!"
A crisp sound of bones dislocating rang out, followed by a dull thud of flesh colliding.
"Bang!"
Wang Long's figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his feet carving two deep furrows in the hard black gold rock ground, until he was back more than ten feet away before he could finally regain his footing.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood spurted from Wang Long's mouth, staining the purple python brocade robe on his chest red.
He clutched his aching chest, his hair disheveled, and his once haughty eyes were now filled with shock, humiliation, and deep resentment.
lost.
A powerful expert at the Dragon Spine Realm was defeated in front of everyone by a cripple who had just embarked on the path of martial arts.
At the same time, the pleasant mechanical voice rang in Wang Dao's mind, causing a smile to appear on his face.
[Ding! You have completed a full demonstration of the true essence of the Giant Spirit Carrying Mountain Fist, your skill approaching the Dao. Source Points +1.]