Chapter 42: The Art of Killing

Practice it a second time.

The blood in Dugu Huang's body began to rage. If it weren't for the fact that he was practicing the Great Sun Sacred Art, and the extremely pure soul power that suppressed the restlessness of the blood, I'm afraid...

Before Dugu Huang could catch his breath, the figure of the Ancestral Dragon in the distance began to practice for the third time.

Dugu Huang no longer used his soul power to suppress the restlessness in his body, but began to follow his figure and practice the True Dragon Fist again.

After the third practice,
The restless soul power in Dugu Huang's body could no longer be suppressed, and the consequence of this restless soul power was that Dugu Huang felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This True Dragon Fist is so powerful. I just practiced it three times following the shadow of the Ancestral Dragon, but the spirit power in my body is so violent."

Dugu Huang wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing ecstasy.

The pain in his body had already caused Dugu Huang to become ruthless.

Fourth time,

Fifth time,

……

“Even with such a skill, you can’t relax. This is a skill, a boxing technique.

If there is such a high level in the system, there must be a path of cultivation that only extraordinary people can achieve.

If I had not made progress, I would not even have practiced the Great Sun Sacred Art, and would have just honestly and smoothly practiced the Dugu Breathing Method that my grandfather taught me, and let it go.

But I have already chosen the Great Sun Sacred Decision and have embarked on the path to invincibility.

Even if I can use this True Dragon Fist to tear my skin and flesh, or break my bones, so what? "

Dugu Huang in the training ground had bloodshot eyes.

His body, which had undergone tremendous changes from the Great Sun Sacred Art and the awakening of his martial spirit, now emitted a mist of blood with every punch.

When Dugu Huang finished practicing for the ninth time, his skin had cracked, and his flesh and blood were blurred, and his bones were visible.

There were actually some cracks on his chest, and his heart was beating violently due to his boxing, as if it was about to jump out of his chest in the next moment.

Dugu Huang almost didn't have the strength to stand up. The strong feeling of dizziness stimulated his nerves, and he would fall to the ground if he blinked even slightly.

Dugu Huang roared and dug his five fingers into his thigh, using the pain to keep him awake.

A fierce look flashed in Dugu Huang's blood-red eyes. At this moment, he was like a tireless beast.

Even if every pore on the skin oozed blood, even if the bones below the arms were cracked, even if the internal organs were damaged by this powerful fist
It's a complete mess.

He stood up as he did at the beginning. The only thing that remained unchanged was the determination in his mind to complete the figure in the distance that had not yet stopped.

Dugu Huang gritted his teeth, straightened his body, and felt that his arms seemed to be beginning to disobey his own commands, but he still had a determined look in his eyes.
Raise your arms.

Looking at his two bloody fists, he no longer felt any pain. The only thought in his mind was that he must successfully learn the True Dragon Fist.

The tenth True Dragon Fist practice begins...

"Ha ha……"

Dugu Huang gasped for breath, his eyes, which could hardly be lifted up, looked into the distance, and saw the shadow of the Ancestral Dragon which seemed to have stopped moving.

A glimmer of hope appeared in my heart.

Could it be that I have successfully learned the True Dragon Fist?

Dugu Huang looked down at the white bones in his hands that could hardly be called his hands, and at his chest where he could already see his heart beating beneath his ribs.

The bottom of my teeth felt numb.

"Fuck! This damn system didn't tell me that I can't die in this training ground. It would be fine if I can't die, but I can still clearly feel the injuries myself." He looked at himself, as there was no intact part of his body, but he couldn't get rid of the mental exhaustion no matter what.

He himself didn't know how many times he had practiced the True Dragon Fist with the Ancestral Dragon's phantom.

From the initial bleeding and soul power rioting, to the subsequent skin cracking, loss of strength in the arms, and dislocated joints.

Until now, the skin has been torn, the flesh has disappeared, and only the white bones are left.

Fortunately, Dugu Huang couldn’t see his appearance, otherwise he would definitely shout.

I guess, skeleton soldiers!

“This boxing technique was created by me when I was young and traveled through the worlds. Those who are destined to learn it will learn it.

Remember, the True Dragon Fist is an invincible killing technique.

When the True Dragon Fist is released, all beasts are frightened. Only with an unstoppable momentum can this boxing technique reach its true height.

However, if one wants to improve his boxing skills, he must remember to improve his own blood and energy, otherwise this boxing style will do more harm than good.

As the shadow of the Ancestral Dragon uttered these last words, his figure slowly disappeared from Dugu Huang's eyes.

"Is this the end?"

Watching the figure disappear in the distance, Dugu Huang's tense nerves instantly relaxed.

The eyelids that had been unable to lift up just now now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

In addition to the physical fatigue, the mental fatigue made Dugu Huang even more difficult to cope with.

[Congratulations to the host for successfully learning the "True Dragon Fist". Because the host has punched a million times, the True Dragon Fist has been given the meaning of a true dragon. ]

[Detection, the host has completed the training of this technique, whether to exit the training ground. ]

Dugu Huang looked at the system information that appeared in front of him, and he could no longer hold back and closed his eyes.

Whispered in the mouth: Confirm to exit

……

"Tsk."

Dugu Huang opened his eyes with some difficulty, looking at the familiar environment in front of him, and his mind relaxed.

"The Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire are still the most friendly."

Dugu Huang returned to reality, stretched his body, and felt a sense of relief on his face as he could move freely again.

“This feeling is really amazing.”

In that training ground, he practiced the True Dragon Fist and sustained injuries that he had never suffered before. If it were in reality, he would have died countless times.

Can you say it's worthy of being called a system? It can even create such an operation.

You know, in Dugu Huang's consciousness, he followed the figure of the Ancestral Dragon and practiced the True Dragon Fist countless times. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the time he had spent in the training ground for so long seemed to have passed less than a minute in reality.

He stretched out his hands. Looking at his hands now, they were much more beautiful than when he was in the training ground and had only a pair of white bony palms.

"Practicing boxing in that training ground is like a double torture. If I practiced the True Dragon Fist in real life, I wouldn't have to practice it countless times. I could just practice to the limit each time. But in there, I can practice directly until I'm proficient. How can my small body withstand it?"

Dugu Huang sat cross-legged above the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire, recalling the scene when he was in the training ground. An extremely speechless expression appeared on his handsome little face.

"If we really practiced to death in there, it wouldn't be so torturous.

But in the training ground, there is no such thing as death. Even if my body turns into a skeleton, my mind will still exist, so I have to keep practicing."

(End of this chapter)