355 Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms (2/2)

Fu Yiren muttered to herself coyly as she gazed at Xiao Luo with a hint of attraction.

Xiao Luo was on all fours, like a prowling beast ready to pounce. Both fighters were posturing and staring into each other's eyes, neither blinking. The air was thick with deadly intent.

”Ding! Congratulations on purchasing the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm,' one hundred and fifty thousand points will be credited from your account!”

The System digital notification played in Xiao Luo's mind, and he could read several lines of the skill introduction displayed in his mind: ”The most formidable 'Yang' martial art technique and is considered invincible when applied correctly. This style is adaptable and requires a combination of both hard power and soft power in each strike. With the proper channeling of inner power, this technique can increase your strength and ability relative to your opponents.”

Xiao Luo suddenly found himself executing every move of ”Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm” as if he had trained in those techniques for a lifetime.

”Come on, I'm ready to fight till the end of the day!”

Jin Gang roared in excitement, and he bounded toward Xiao Luo in a flash. He surged forward like a tempest and stirred up a cloud of dust in his wake.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Gang had covered a span of fifteen meters!

”Very well, I shall test it with you!”

Xiao Luo stood to his full height and channeled power through his hands, his right arm bent inwards in a circular motion, then pushed out forcefully.

”Hahhh!”

An unstoppable earth-shattering force blasted through the entire training ground with a deafening roar, and amid the chaos, a stream of energy resembling a fast-moving river emitted from Xiao Luo's palm. It slammed into Jin Gang with unbridled force, and the blast caused a cloud of sand and dust to swirl around him.

Jin Gang's expression suddenly changed as he realized he could not evade the oncoming stream of energy, and he instantly braced himself to take it head-on.

BOOM!

The force flowing out from Xiao Luo's palm hit like an angry tornado ravaging across open land and destroying everything that lay in its path.

Xiao Luo's hair was tossed about in the blustering wind, but his body stood its ground as a pillar piled deep into the bedrock. Right at that moment, Xiao Luo was an unmovable and unassailable mountain.

”ARRGGH!”

Jin Gang could no longer resist the force and finally let out a tortured groan before he was carried off like a kite on a broken string, crashing some twenty meters away. His clothes were ripped off, and he was left with only his briefs to shield his modesty.

But, no one mocked Jin Gang, for he had fought with courage and fortitude. Everyone there, including Fu Yiren, could only stare in awe at the incredible display of power and skill as the dust gradually settled on the battleground.

”W-what...was that? Did we just hear the roar of a dragon?”

Everyone was absolutely shocked and were frozen in a stupor, finding it hard to process what they had just witnessed; it seemed to only exist in Kungfu movies.

”Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm?”

Jin Gang struggled to stand up as blood streaming out from his mouth, and the golden hue that shrouded his body had faded—his ”Vajra Body Defending Divine Skill” had been overcome. Nothing mattered to him anymore, and as he stared at Xiao Luo with a look of bewilderment, he stuttered, ”Y-you...you… know… Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm!?”

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