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Indeed, he had felt no discomfort at the time, everything had seemed natural.

Li Qi wheeled himself over to Xue Jing and said with a smile:

"Our Hidden Dragon School has three ultimate skills, one of which is called \'Eye-Dotting\'. This skill seeks the ultimate \'Piercing Force\', and thus in actual combat it is generally not exerted with the bare body, but with a weapon in hand, focusing on a single point, capable of piercing through anything."

"However, this is not a move specifically for deploying with a weapon... The highest realm of \'Eye-Dotting\' is rather to execute it without any weapon, using only the body, epitomized by the saying \'A lesser dragon needs external force; a true dragon has Dragon Qi\'."

"Once one has fully developed the Kungfu Body of the Hidden Dragon School, they possess the sharp Dragon Qi of a True Dragon and naturally no longer need to borrow power from weapons."

Xue Jing listened with longing.

"A lesser dragon needs external force; a True Dragon has Dragon Qi."

What a domineering saying.

"Overall, the martial arts of our Hidden Dragon School, whether it be hand-to-hand or with weapons, are fully transferrable to weapon use."

Li Qi continued, pausing thoughtfully.

"However... since you mention weapons, there are indeed other things I could teach you."

At those words, Xue Jing asked curiously, "Please tell me, Master."

Li Qi stroked his shiny bald spot, his eyes reflecting memories.

"In my younger days, after leaving the Dragon Cult because of a matter concerning your Auntie, I went and mixed in with the Inner Ring City, where I managed to make a name for myself."

Xue Jing\'s eyes gleamed, interrupting eagerly:

"Master, hold off on Inner Ring City for now, could you first tell me some stories about you and Auntie?"

The last time Li Qi had spoken about Auntie was... the last time.

And the story had been left hanging at \'Auntie\'s buttocks\'.

Xue Jing had been curious about the continuation for quite a while.

Li Qi was about to begin boasting about his past heroic deeds when he was interrupted, giving his disciple an annoyed glare.

"Young people shouldn\'t pry into the affairs of the older generation."

Xue Jing earnestly responded: "Oh come on, Master, please tell us, I\'m really curious about you and Grandma Feng Wan\'s story, start from \'the buttocks\' and don\'t leave out any details."

Li Qi rolled his eyes: "No way, I\'ve only got so many stories, If you knew them all, how could I maintain the dignified image of a mentor?"

Xue Jing stroked his chin: "Master, ever since the day I saw you drifting in your wheelchair and flipping up a high school girl\'s skirt in the street, you lost any claim to having an image."

Li Qi exclaimed in surprise: "You saw that?"

Then he reached out a dismissive hand, "That\'s just a little personal hobby of mine, you shouldn\'t take it too seriously."

"Fine, we\'ll talk about Auntie\'s story another time, let\'s get back to what happened in Inner Ring City."

Seeing that he still wasn\'t willing to disclose the story, Xue Jing could only shrug helplessly.

Li Qi reminisced: "At that time, I made quite a name for myself within the Inner Ring\'s Old Martial Circle, known as \'Dragon King Li\'."

"However, Inner Ring City brimmed with talent, and although I was formidable, I wasn\'t the only one."

"There were two others at the time, famed alongside me."

He held up two fingers and looked at Xue Jing.

The latter nodded and cooperatively asked, "Then who were those two that could stand equal to you, Master?"

Encouraged by the response, Li Qi carried on with enthusiasm:

"One was \'Vajra Wishful Hand\' Zhou Liexiong, also known as \'Vajra Zhou\'."

"And the other was \'Asura Blade\' Chen Buyan, known as \'Asura Chen\'."

"I was in good terms with both of them, often exchanging martial arts knowledge, which benefitted me greatly."

Li Qi stretched out his thin arm, then suddenly clenched his fist.

On his wrinkled skin, a pattern of golden scales emerged, with spiral grooves spreading from his shoulder to his palm.

"The \'Golden Scales Transformation\' and \'Whirlwind Thunder\' among my Hidden Dragon School\'s moves were largely refined by taking inspiration from \'Vajra Wishful Hand\'."

"His martial arts philosophy \'Utmost firmness must be supple; the utmost firm becomes the utmost supple\' and his method of channeling energy is truly unique, allowing for effortless transitions between firmness and suppleness, a spectacle to behold."

"However, what I\'m teaching you today has nothing to do with the Vajra Wishful Hand, but with the \'Asura Blade\' instead,"

Xue Jing asked curiously, "How so?"

Li Qi thought for a moment and mused, "Hmm... it\'s rather complicated to explain in words, so let\'s just give you a direct experience."

Xue Jing was unsure how to experience it and was about to ask.

Just then, Li Qi suddenly looked up, locking eyes with him.

Xue Jing saw... a blade oozing with endless blood flying out from Li Qi\'s eyes, stabbing towards his own.

The next moment, Xue Jing felt his body stiffen, an extreme chill creeping up from the soles of his feet, causing his hair to stand on end and his skin to tingle and ache as if pricked by countless needles.

Death.

He saw his own death.

A blade oozing with endless blood kept slashing at him.

Beheaded, split in half vertically, bisected at the waist, pierced through the chest, hacked into pieces...

An onslaught of visuals of his own death suddenly flooded his mind. Countless corpses of Xue Jing formed mountains of flesh and rivers of blood, filling every space in his brain, leaving no room to think of anything else.

Xue Jing did not panic.

Having reached level 5 in Meditative Visualization, his mental control far exceeded that of ordinary people. Although his consciousness was now occupied by mountains of flesh and rivers of blood, he somehow forcefully retained a part of his thought process. He observed and contemplated his current state from a perspective similar to that of a deity.

"Is this... pure and overwhelming killing intent?"

Xue Jing recalled his first experience with the Coiling Dragon Art Visualization Method.

The feeling was similar to that.

"Master is indeed a person who once crossed the Dragon Gate; he can actually affect others with his spirit and consciousness out of thin air, and this is completely unscientific," Xue Jing sighed inwardly.

He didn\'t know how much time had passed when the mountains of flesh and rivers of blood receded like a tide, and his consciousness became clear again.

He began to gasp for air as if he had been deprived of oxygen for a long time, cold sweat pouring down his body, soaking his black training garment and making him look as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"How do you feel?"

Li Qi, looking at Xue Jing\'s still calm eyes, revealed a gratified expression and asked with a smile.

"Terrifying," Xue Jing said evenly.

Li Qi laughed heartily, "You don\'t look scared at all. You are indeed my disciple."

After a pause, he continued, "This is the Sword Intent of the \'Asura Blade,\' akin to our Hidden Dragon School\'s \'Nourishing Dragon in the Heart,\' which is a spiritual form of kung fu. This Sword Skill is the most heavily charged with killing intent and the purest among all the martial arts I\'ve seen, with its application of Dynamic Qi being truly supreme."

"Back in the day, I had a close relationship with Chen Buyan. Although I never got the chance to learn the moves of the Asura Blade, I managed to learn its Sword Intent! Since you\'ve shown interest in Combat Skills, I will pass this Asura Blade Intent to you. Even without the matching Asura Blade Skills and moves, just wielding a blade with this Sword Intent will be extraordinary."

Xue Jing nodded, "Please teach me, Master!"

...

Two days later, at the Hidden Dragon Dojo training hall.

Xue Jing was clashing swords with his senior brother, Chen Fuguang, each wielding a long blade on the platform.

The sound of metal striking metal was unceasing. After a short while, Xue Jing slowed down a change in his attack, revealing an opening, and was deflected by Chen Fuguang. His guard was broken, leaving him exposed, and in the next moment, the blade\'s edge was across his neck.

Xue Jing looked at the blunt long blade against his neck and exhaled, smiling, "I\'ve lost again."

Chen Fuguang withdrew his blade, propping the tip on the ground and resting his hands on the hilt, saying with a sigh:

"Little Junior Brother, in just two days, your Sword Skills have already become quite decent."

Xue Jing smiled, opening his panel to take a look.

There, a brand-new Skill had appeared.

[Combat Skills Lv1 (128/300)]

...

(Another chapter in progress~)