Three days later.

Qinggang City, Yulong Villa.

Under the sunlight, in the backyard training ground.

Li Cheng颐, dressed in a tight black training suit, stood quietly facing Yulong.

The training suit was custom-made, with a structure similar to the fine scales of certain fish, designed to reduce friction, promote ventilation, and absorb sweat.

The close-fitting design was to avoid interference from sleeves or pant legs when practicing martial arts.

After all, the main focus of the Dragon Whisker Sect (Long Xu Men) was assassination techniques, emphasizing a single, decisive, explosive strike.

Therefore, it was necessary to minimize any interference during the explosion.

At this moment, Li Cheng颐 stood two meters away from Yulong, adopting the standard starting stance of the Dragon Whisker Force (Long Xu Li) fighting style.

The starting stance was simple: a bow, a bend at the waist, hands held loosely, one slightly forward and the other back, guarding the face.

He looked like a beast ready to pounce at any moment.

Yulong had sparred with Li Cheng颐 many times before.

But this time.

He felt something was off.

Very off.

Just standing two meters away, he felt an inexplicable sense of danger constantly gnawing at his nerves.

Looking at the meticulous Li Cheng颐,

He felt that this student seemed to have grown taller since he last saw him. His muscle definition also seemed more balanced, without the previous tendency to bulge and expand.

He had become more streamlined, strong and proportionate.

But...

But why did he feel such a big change in his temperament?

Yulong stared intently at Li Cheng颐, feeling goosebumps constantly rising on the skin of his face and arms.

It was like standing in front of an open refrigerator.

"No using Soft Force (Rou Qi), just a simple exchange of moves, as a demonstration for the newly arrived Xiao Jing. No problem?"

With these doubts in his mind, Yulong temporarily suppressed his thoughts and looked at Li Cheng颐.

"No problem. Teacher, please go ahead." Li Cheng颐 replied.

"Then... be careful."

Yulong paused, and the strength of his entire body suddenly surged from bottom to top, pouring into his right arm.

Boom!

He stepped forward, moving like an arrow released from a bow, and struck out with a palm, aiming for Li Cheng頤's arm.

He thought he was already moving very fast, but...

Whoosh.

Li Cheng颐 gently shifted his body, narrowly avoiding the palm.

The two of them seemed to have practiced this countless times, executing it with extreme precision.

"?!?"

Yulong was stunned, but he didn't stop his hands, unleashing a series of palm strikes, continuously erupting with Soft Force.

When he said no using Soft Force, he only meant Li Cheng頤.

But he could use it.

Otherwise, the two of them couldn't fight at all.

After all, he was an old man; as he got older, he couldn't keep up with the strength and speed without erupting.

But now...

Swish, swish, swish!

Three times in a row, Li Cheng頤 precisely avoided the palm strikes by a hair's breadth.

For a moment, the two of them moved back and forth in the arena, without exchanging a single blow.

Zhuang Yijing, who was watching from the side, was mesmerized, thinking that this was intentionally part of the demonstration for her.

She was also wearing a tight black training suit, which fully outlined her fiery figure.

However, to cover up the awkwardness brought about by the overly tight fit, she also wore black soft protective pads on her chest and lower body, shaped like a tube top and shorts, as a cover.

"Teacher is amazing!! So strong! He's beating Brother Cheng so badly that he can't even fight back!" she said loudly, not knowing whether she was adding fuel to the fire or what.

Yulong, who was in the arena at this time, was suffering in silence.

He had erupted many times, and his stamina was declining rapidly, but just two weeks ago, he could still force Li Cheng頤 into a flustered state.

But now...

What was going on with being unable to touch him at all!!?

Whoosh!

The last palm strike missed.

He took two steps back, calmed his breathing, and put on the air of a master.

"Alright, the test state just now was good. Next, we'll have a head-on collision, so that Xiao Jing can see the power of our Dragon Whisker Sect."

"Okay, Teacher." Li Cheng頤 nodded calmly. It was as if the intense dodging just now was completely fake.

This terrifying level of stamina reserve made Yulong's eyelids twitch.

The two returned to the previous distance again, resuming their confrontation.

They waited for a full minute.

Yulong pretended to pose, gathering momentum, but was actually taking the opportunity to rest.

"Be careful!"

This time, in order to regain his old face, he decided to use the new ultimate move that he hadn't taught Li Cheng颐 yet.

As a traditional fighting style, the Dragon Whisker Sect could not possibly only have the Starlight Dragon Shadow (Zhu Xing Long Ying) as its ultimate move.

As one of the assassination fighting styles, the Starlight Dragon Shadow was simply the technique of erupting Soft Force and using hidden weapons.

Therefore, within the sect, there were also ultimate moves that were actually used in close combat.

Yulong slowly inhaled, mobilizing his Soft Force, allowing his strength to gather from his whole body towards his right arm.

But this time, instead of simply erupting directly, he used a special technique to accumulate and compress part of it.

Then, a second gathering of Soft Force.

Wave-like power once again converged on his right arm.

"Get ready!"

Yulong growled.

"This move... don't resist it head-on!"

Boom!!

In an instant, he stepped on the ground, blasting out a circle of dust.

His right hand clenched into a fist, as if the muscles of his entire arm had swelled and grown larger by a large circle.

Whoosh!!

The violent wind brought out a sharp whistle.

Yulong threw a straight punch, erupting with all his strength, and struck towards Li Cheng頤.

The power of this punch was still Yulong's limit of three tons.

But the difference lay in the area.

The area of Soft Force eruption!

Under the same force, the smaller the area, the greater the pressure!

Boom!!!

The two faced each other head-on.

Fist against fist.

Li Cheng頤 instantly felt that something was wrong.

This time, the power was the same as before, but the feeling it gave him was like a sharp knife, instantly piercing into his fist surface, easily shattering his erupting power.

Pfft.

He took a step back, raised his hand, and saw that the surface of his fist was already a little red.

"What a powerful move!" he praised in a deep voice. "Teacher, what's this move called? I haven't seen it before."

"Dragon Demon (Long Sha)." Yulong withdrew his hand, looked at Li Cheng颐, whose fist surface was only a little red, and his eyelids twitched even more violently.

"Dragon Demon Fist! This is the second ultimate move in our sect. It can briefly accumulate Soft Force, stacking it twice to erupt together. But unlike the Starlight Dragon Shadow, the difference lies in the fact that the Dragon Demon Fist requires time to gather power.

So it's suitable for preparing in advance, then approaching the target, and killing them with one blow," he explained in a deep voice.

"This move is very strong." Since Li Cheng頤 activated the Inferior Shadow Dragon Bloodline (Lie Deng Ying Long Xue Mai) Flower Language (Hua Yu) three days ago, he could clearly feel his body changing these days.

He was lighter when moving, his hand speed was faster, and his skin also seemed tougher, like an extra layer of transparent keratin.

Ordinary knives couldn't even make a mark when swiped with a little force.

When Li Cheng颐 tried it, he compared the strength, and his current skin was similar to the hard wooden door at home. Ordinary force wouldn't leave a mark on the knife.

And it would take the force to make a mark on the hard wooden door to make a small red mark on the back of his hand.

The Inferior Shadow Dragon Bloodline seemed to be further strengthening his body in all aspects.

But the strange thing was that his body shape didn't change much.

"Next, when you reach the realm of Force (Li), you can learn this move." Yulong continued at this time, while quietly shrinking his swollen right fist into his sleeve.

"Understood." Li Cheng頤 nodded.

"Teacher, you're so strong, can you tell me, what should we practitioners of martial arts do when facing armed criminals?" Zhuang Yijing walked closer and asked with a look of anticipation.

"It's simple, it depends on the distance you can cross when you explode instantly." Yulong smiled, "After mastering Soft Force, just like Xiao颐, combine your basic strength, and you can cross three meters in less than a second against people who don't use enhancement injections."

"So, within three meters, if the other party hasn't undergone special training, or hasn't taken enhancement injections, you win."

"Beyond three meters. You'd better pray that the other party's marksmanship isn't very good."

Yulong explained carefully.

It could be seen that he was still very happy about Zhuang Yijing's arrival.

Not because of beauty, after all, his own daughter was not bad, and he had been in a high position before, and had seen too much beauty.

The main reason was... Zhuang Yijing's aptitude was really good!

She passed the standing electric board training after being here for a week, and the Myriad Dragons Formation (Wan Long Da Zhen) in the second week.

She looked like a delicate and pretty girl, but in reality, her willpower and toughness were no less than Li Cheng頤's.

"Then what about you and Brother Cheng?" Zhuang Yijing was a little disappointed, but she continued to ask.

"Me?" Yulong slightly showed a look of pride, "When I was young, anyone within ten meters would die. Now, seven or eight meters is fine. But the premise is that the other party is not a top gunner, not a top enhanced human, or a modified human.

After all, it's not very realistic to fight those monsters hand-to-hand. It's okay to wear equipment though."

"Awesome!!" Zhuang Yijing once again showed a look of worship.

"Then what about Brother Cheng?" She had personally seen the scene of Li Cheng頤 fighting with her sister.

Knowing how strong Li Cheng颐 was, she was even more curious about him.

"I don't know... I haven't tried it." Li Cheng颐 shook his head.

He had killed too many death warriors (si shi) from Ideal Township (Li Xiang Xiang), and he didn't really pay attention to firearms.

After all, even the mind-controlling tech-priests (zhi xie shi) who operated the flying instruments (fei yi) had been killed several times, and ordinary firearms couldn't even break through the skin of his Floral Scale Armor (Hua Lin Yi). Who would care about clods of dirt and sand that were accidentally crushed on the roadside?

"Okay, okay, don't do anything useless, go practice the basics! You've already felt the Soft Force by passing the Myriad Dragons Formation. Next, you have to practice. Practice like crazy! Train its activation into an instinct!" Yulong urged.

"Understood, Teacher!" Zhuang Yijing nodded seriously.

"It's good that you know, by the way, Xiao頤, my daughter is coming back in a while, she has a bit of a bad temper, if you are provoked by her anywhere..." Yulong reminded.

"I know, I'll let her have her way more." Li Cheng颐 nodded.

"What let her!? Fight, beat her hard!! Let her know that our martial arts training is no worse than anything else!! That little brat wanted to find connections, I didn't let her, and now she's bearing a grudge against me." Yulong said with a dissatisfied expression.

"As long as you don't kill her, everything else is fine!" He patted Li Cheng颐's shoulder hard.

"You are a genius, I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry, Teacher." Li Cheng颐 nodded.

A trace of relief flashed in Yulong's eyes.

He had actually recommended Li Cheng頤 to his eldest disciple in private, hoping to arrange for him to develop in the military with his talent.

But all other reviews passed, except for one.

That was Dead Angle (Si Jiao).

Li Cheng頤 was a Dead Angle person, so he couldn't join the army. No matter how strong and good his talent was, it was useless. Dead Angle people have no future. They die in a few years.

The country had tried hard, tried, but without exception, they all failed.

Next, Yulong also pointed out and corrected some of Li Cheng頤's mistakes in his moves.

As time went by, the day's lesson finally ended in the evening.

After dinner, Li Cheng頤 took his things and was about to leave with Zhuang Yijing.

The two of them left the villa and strolled along the internal roads of the residential area, heading towards the exit of the complex.

They hadn't walked far.

"You, are you disciples of that Yulong guy?"

Suddenly a low, cold male voice floated from the front of the road.

Li Cheng頤 looked up.

On the sidewalk ahead, stood a burly old man at least two meters tall.

His beard dragged down to his chest, and he wore a gray-black, form-fitting training suit, highlighting his sturdy and well-proportioned muscle lines.

"We are students. Not yet disciples." Li Cheng頤 said.

Yes, to this day, Yulong had not truly accepted him as a disciple. The relationship between the two at the beginning was only to inherit and expand the martial art.

Not like a master-disciple relationship, a genuine, close successor.

"Where's that Yulong guy? Where is he?" The old man took a step forward, approaching the two of them.

(End of chapter)