Chapter 126: The Vigorous True Dragon, Wishing for Form, Hidden Boss Xue Jing (4K)

Chapter 126: The Vigorous True Dragon, Wishing for Form, Hidden Boss Xue Jing (4K)



"However, there are still quite a few challenges to overcome before I can master this extremely vigorous technique."

Xue Jing snapped out of his dramatic pose and furrowed his brows in thought.

"The first hurdle is to be able to unleash a hundred percent pure vigorous force... The Vajra Wishing Hand should be able to overcome this obstacle through a special cultivated physique."

He glanced at the tall and majestic Yin Mouhu, who was standing not far away.

"While Yin Mouhu's physique may be partly due to innate genetic factors, the fact that he has achieved such a remarkable build is undoubtedly a result of the training methods of his martial arts school."

"For a woman to achieve a physique comparable to a man's, she would need to exert ten times, or even nine times, the effort without external influences."

Only by cultivating with special training methods and elixirs could one forge such an extremely vigorous body, capable of unleashing that overwhelmingly powerful force.

"Let's give it a try."

Xue Jing took a deep breath, inhaling a substantial amount of oxygen into his lungs.

Thanks to the upgrade of his [Running] skill, which enhanced his lungs, they were currently the strongest of his vital organs.

The strength of one's lungs was crucial to the activation of force. Martial breathing techniques drew oxygen from the external environment, which then entered the bloodstream through the lungs, creating propulsion that surged throughout the body and stimulated various organs—this was the essence of force.

The greater the volume of oxygen one could inhale in a single breath, the stronger the propulsion generated, and the more potent the force that could be harnessed.

This was also one of the reasons why Xue Jing could overwhelm his peers, who were also teenage prodigies, with his superior force.

The difference in lung capacity between them was simply too vast.

With the breathing technique in effect, Xue Jing's blood coursed rapidly through his veins, causing his skin to emit a subtle warmth. The true dragon of force roared to life within him.

He focused his mind, turning his attention inward.

The true dragon swam through his body, treating his very being as a vast river or ocean. Wherever it passed, the sound of a mighty river rushing forth reverberated within him.

As Xue Jing continued to grow stronger, the details of this force-manifested true dragon became increasingly intricate, and its form grew even larger.

"First... I must eliminate all traces of gentle force."

As Xue Jing's thoughts flickered, scales began to peel off the true dragon's body, flake by flake.

These scales, as they fell, drifted like feathers, floating gently in the air and appearing incredibly soft.

The true dragon let out a roar, and the gaps created by the fallen scales were instantly filled by the surrounding flesh.

The newly formed scales looked exceptionally sharp and sturdy, and its body seemed to shrink ever so slightly.

At the same time, the true dragon's originally agile and graceful posture became stiff and rigid, like a rusty machine that couldn't bend or twist, its eyes dull and lifeless.

"It's still not enough."

Xue Jing's mind focused intently.

The scales on the true dragon's body suddenly flipped open, causing the entire dragon to resemble a startled cat.

Subsequently, streams of blood gushed from the gaps between the opened scales, and this blood was none other than the force within, abstracted into thin strands.

The force extracted from the true dragon wasn't merely gentle force. Since Xue Jing couldn't precisely isolate and remove only the gentle force, he could only resort to a method akin to cutting out diseased flesh—removing large chunks of vigorous force that contained even the tiniest trace of gentle force within them.

As he continued this process of excision, the true dragon's body gradually shrank, eventually reaching only half its original size.

Its movements became increasingly stiff, until, at one point, it almost completely froze, resembling a lifeless puppet.

"Hmm, this is probably the limit for now."

Xue Jing observed the true dragon, which was now composed almost entirely of vigorous force.

"It can... still move."

The true dragon, made of vigorous force, could still move, but it did so by keeping its body rigid and immobile, floating through the air like a game character that had glitched.

Xue Jing manipulated it to approach his right hand, infusing his right fist with its power, before abruptly swinging his fist toward the nearby Yin Mouhu.

"Swoosh—"

The punch, imbued with a force that defied air resistance, cut through the air with a piercing shriek, pushing away layers of air currents as it struck Yin Mouhu's sturdy chest and abdomen.

"Bang!"

A sound like a hammer striking a bell reverberated, causing both Xue Jing's fist and Yin Mouhu's iron-like body to tremble from the force. Under the interaction of their powers, the two of them were sent flying backward.

Xue Jing's feet skidded along the solid wood floor, carving out two grooves before he managed to halt his backward momentum.

"This stiff and rigid vigorous force is too difficult to control."

He shook his head.

"The main issue is that I can't achieve a truly 'pure vigor' state. There are still traces of gentle force that I can't eliminate... It's the most frustrating when you're so close yet still lacking that final push."

"If I could eliminate all traces of gentle force and give birth to an 'Extremely Yang True Dragon,' I could crush it with just a little effort. Then, I could begin the next step of 'Wishful Shaping.'"

Xue Jing walked up to Yin Mouhu and placed his hand on her shoulder, channeling his energy into her body.

By invading with his energy, he vaguely explored her internal body structure.

He had not yet reached the level of his master, Li Qi, who could perceive the entire body as soon as his energy entered, so he could only explore it roughly.

"It's still the difference in gong bodies. Yin Mouhu's gong body is special and extremely vigorous. It ensures that when energy is generated within her body, the amount of 'gentleness' is minimal, and the distinction between 'vigorous' and 'gentle' is clear, making it easy to eliminate the latter."

"If I'm not mistaken, when the Adamant Fist sect's gong body reaches perfection, all the energy generated will be 'pure vigor,' and there won't even be a need to remove any gentle force."

Xue Jing stroked his chin.

"Looks like I'll have to put in some time and effort."

"A martial artist's gong body will gradually change adaptively as they cultivate their martial arts."

"As long as I keep practicing and pursuing pure vigorous energy, my current gong body will also gradually change, becoming more adaptable to pure vigorous energy release. Eventually, I'll be able to give birth to an 'Extremely Yang True Dragon.'"

A feeling of dizziness washed over Xue Jing, and he rubbed his temples before exiting the simulated consciousness.

Everything dissolved into pixel blocks, and Xue Jing opened his eyes in the real world.

"Slowly but surely," he muttered to himself.

Fortunately, the Canglong Flow gong body was quite versatile and inherently adaptable to other sects' martial arts, so this process shouldn't take too long.

[...]



The next day, noon, in the hotel lobby lounge.

Xue Jing, Yin Mouhu, and Jiang Siwei sat on the lounge sofas, their eyes fixed on a tablet computer placed on the table in front of them.

It was a tablet brought by their agent, Jiang Siwei.

On the screen was a live stream.

The subtitle at the bottom of the screen read:

[U19 Unlimited Fighting Competition - Regional Elimination Round - Fengcheng Qualifying Draw Ceremony, about to begin]



At that moment, an advertisement was playing on the video, and Xue Jing, out of boredom, casually asked:

"By the way, how much is the prize money for the U19 competition?"

Jiang Siwei, sitting next to him, thought for a moment before replying:

"The prize money itself isn't much. This year's prize pool is less than 100 million Zhuxia coins... I think the champion's prize money should be around 20 million."

"The prize money in martial arts competitions is usually just a bonus. The important thing is the fame and honor gained from participating."

Jiang Siwei glanced at Xue Jing, feeling a bit regretful.

If this young man was willing, with the resources of the club behind him, he would quickly become a rising, unstoppable superstar.

It's a pity he doesn't seem interested.

But, he's so eye-catching...

Jiang Siwei gazed at Xue Jing's flawless side profile, her mind wandering.

"Looks like it's starting." Beside her, Yin Mouhu, with her arms crossed, spoke up.

On the tablet, the advertisement had ended, and the screen switched to a colorful, grand stage.

A middle-aged male host, dressed in a suit, with a honest-looking face, stood on the stage, holding a stack of cards and delivering a torrent of advertising lines.

Behind him was a huge screen displaying various audience comments and text messages.

"... So, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, please look at the big screen!"

As the host finished speaking, he gestured, and the screen immediately changed.

"Here we go, the list of participants." Jiang Siwei and Yin Mouhu immediately straightened up and started watching intently.

The screen displayed four groups of names, eight in each group, for a total of thirty-two.

Xue Jing's name was prominently featured in the second row, third from the top.

After confirming his name, he casually glanced at the other names.

With just a sweep of his eyes, he memorized the names of several dozen people.

Comparing it to the list of contestant information Jiang Siwei had given him the day before, he found that aside from a person named 'Deng Jizhou,' all the other contestants' names were on that list.

'Pretty impressive.' Xue Jing glanced at Jiang Siwei and nodded.

"Night King Flow's two branches, Du Mingluan and Kou Chengjian, Anger Tide's Jiang Jin'an, Four Images Dojo's Ji Huaiyu..."

Yin Mouhu recited the names of the various sects and individuals.

"They're all famous teenage prodigies. This session of the U19 competition is too intense..."

As she finished speaking, she glanced at Xue Jing beside her.

"Especially with you in the mix..."

Xue Jing smiled but remained silent.

The live stream began to showcase detailed introductions of the contestants.

Many of them were familiar faces who had participated in public competitions before.

"...Li Chengxuan, a direct disciple of Qingcheng Jinfeng Dojo, inheriting the martial arts of professional martial artist Jiao Hongyuan, a ninth-level expert..."

On the computer screen, they were now featuring someone Xue Jing was quite familiar with. The screen cut away, and they began playing a highlight reel of Li Chengxuan's past competition moments.

"...At the previous preliminary rounds, an unexpected dark horse emerged. His martial arts style, 'Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword,' is known as the 'Four Blades Without a Sword.' It's a terrifying martial art that transforms hands and feet into true blades, leaving fatal wounds with every strike!"

In the footage, Li Chengxuan and his opponent crossed paths, the former flicking away the blood on his hand blade as the latter slowly fell to the ground, looking rather dashing.

Yin Mouhu pouted, "What a blatant attempt at posing...too deliberate."

Jiang Siwei chuckled, "That's just how teenagers are, always craving attention."

...If only this young man craved attention like that.

Jiang Siwei glanced at Xue Jing, thinking to herself.

Not a hint of youthful flamboyance, a bit too mature for his age, and no openings to exploit.

As the contestants continued to be introduced, it was soon Xue Jing's turn.

This time, the screen displayed only a black silhouette photo with a white question mark in the center, along with some basic information, which was scant.

Only his name, the Canglong Flow martial art he practiced, and his status as the 'Galaxy Martial Arts Club's' representative seed player were mentioned, nothing more.

"Pretty mysterious, huh? It's like you're a hidden boss," Xue Jing said with raised eyebrows and a smile.

Jiang Siwei shook her head, "This is actually quite common. Many large clubs debut their newly signed teenage prodigies at the U19 competition to make a stunning first impression. The audience is already used to it."

Yin Mouhu agreed, "You really are a hidden boss."

Xue Jing waved his hand dismissively and sighed, "Stop stating the obvious."

Soon, the contestant introductions concluded, and the screen returned to the grand stage.

"Next is the draw..." Jiang Siwei said, "...I hope you get one of the first eight matches, so you can finish on the first day."

"That way, you get an extra day of rest compared to those fighting in the latter eight matches..."

"Martial artists often suffer severe injuries during competitions, so an extra day of rest is valuable."

The elimination rounds of the tournament were structured as a 32-participant knockout, divided into two days. Those who fought on the first day would have an additional day to rest before the next round.

Yin Mouhu bit her lip, "Er...I don't think you need to worry about that."

Jiang Siwei pushed up her glasses, curious about this seemingly strong yet girlish Yin Mouhu's high regard for Xue Jing.

Though she had seen Xue Jing's records and knew he was strong, she had never witnessed his martial arts prowess herself and thus lacked a concrete understanding of his true strength.

Yin Mouhu scratched her head, her sweet and delicate voice contrasting with her appearance as she mumbled, "I hope I don't end up in the same half of the bracket as you...I don't want to be sent packing after just one or two matches. I'd be mocked by my old master for a whole year."

Xue Jing patted her shoulder reassuringly, "I don't think you'll be that unlucky, Yin."

On the live stream, an elderly man with a clear and energetic demeanor, dressed in a training uniform, strode onto the stage from backstage. His steps were steady, his body not swaying in the slightest.

"And now, please welcome Master Xu Jinghong, eighth-level expert, to draw the lots!"

...

In a top-floor suite of a hotel in Fengcheng.

Li Chengxuan soaked in a large round bathtub, holding a champagne flute, with two naked and beautiful women embracing him from either side, resting their heads on his shoulders.

As he watched the screen in front of him, his initially pleasant expression turned gloomy.

【Match 6: 'Canglong Flow' Xue Jing vs. 'Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword' Li Chengxuan】

"That damn persistent kid!"

"Forget it, I was careless last time. This time, I'll make sure to beat you during the competition!"

Li Chengxuan spat threats, but a trace of unease that he didn't want to admit crept into his heart.

...

(End of Chapter)

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