Chapter 129: The Pinnacle of Motion - Ultimate Secret Art: Reversed Dragon Scales, The Flower God As

Chapter 129: The Pinnacle of Motion - Ultimate Secret Art: Reversed Dragon Scales, The Flower God Assembly, Master of a Thousand Red and Countless Beauties (4K)



A new skill has been activated?!

Xue Jing glanced at the prompt that popped up before him.

In an instant, he felt his entire being become more 'coordinated'.

Initially, his attempt to put on an act of arrogance and coolness felt somewhat forced and unnatural, as it didn't quite fit his personality. There were still many nuances in his expressions and movements that fell short of perfection.

But now, he exuded an innate aura of 'I'm-so-freaking-awesome' arrogance, without a single flaw. If he were in a fantasy novel, he would undoubtedly be the villainous son of a mighty emperor.

Even emotionally, Xue Jing felt a genuine sense of pride welling up within him.

"Look at me, you whelp."

Xue Jing stood tall, looking down at Chen Feng with contempt. His tone was no longer one of forced disdain but rather a natural, innate superiority, as if he were born to look down on others.

"What were you saying about being a champion?"

"…​…" Chen Feng felt the pressure of the foot on his chest and stomach, and his resolute expression began to change.

First came disbelief, then distortion, transforming into shame and finally, rage.

His body tensed with powerful energy, and with a violent shake, he broke free from Xue Jing's foot. He quickly rose to his feet and reached for Xue Jing's collar, his anger barely contained.

"You damn brat, I'll fking—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Feng's outstretched palm was intercepted by Xue Jing's hand.

With a burst of force, the two palms collided, and Xue Jing showed no mercy. He crushed the energy emanating from Chen Feng's palm with sheer power and quantity, easily overwhelming him. Grabbing his index and middle fingers, Xue Jing mercilessly twisted them outward.

"Crack—"

The sound of twisting joints reverberated, and Chen Feng's two fingers were bent at an unnatural angle, the finger pads almost touching the back of his hand.

"Ah!"

Chen Feng screamed in pain.

"I'm asking you a question. Who gave you permission to stand up?"

Xue Jing gripped his fingers and swung his hand like a noodle, sending a dragon's roar through his body. The true dragon's energy crushed all of Chen Feng's resistance, pulverizing it.

Chen Feng's entire body lifted off the ground, starting from the fingers Xue Jing was holding. A visible force rippled through his body, leaving a noticeable bend wherever it passed. His bones emitted a series of crisp cracking noises, and he completely lost his balance, falling to the ground once more.

"Truly an impolite champion."

Xue Jing lifted his foot and stomped on the back of Chen Feng's head, forcing it into the rubber ground, leaving a deep impression surrounded by radiating cracks.

"…"

Everyone present stared in shock at the sudden turn of events.

The usually untouchable, domineering, and uncontrollable president of the martial arts club, who seemed invincible, was now being trampled underfoot.

And the one doing the trampling was a young boy who didn't even seem to be of legal age.

In the eerie silence that followed, Xue Wan was the first to snap out of her daze.

She nodded and said, "It looks like Chen, the senior, can't handle my little brother."

"What a pity."

...

After leaving the martial arts club's venue, the petite female college student, Shang Ping, immediately covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide as she looked at Xue Jing. "Little Brother… you're amazing!"

Zhao Lu and Wei Juan nodded in agreement.

After all, Chen Feng was the president of the martial arts club at Maple University, a multiple-time collegiate martial arts champion.

To the students of Maple University, he was the strongest college student they knew.

But in front of Xue Jing, he was like a little chick, easily handled and crushed.

Xue Wan asked curiously, "I told you to be a little harsher… but wasn't that a bit too much?"

"I was just playing along with you," Xue Jing shrugged. "How was my acting?"

In truth, he realized he might have used a bit too much force.

With [Acting] activated, he had immediately immersed himself in the role, embodying the arrogant character so thoroughly that he had unintentionally gone a bit too far.

Xue Wan gave him a suspicious look. "It didn't seem like acting."

"You don't think I'm putting on a front for you, being a good boy, and then going out and acting all tough and cool, beating people up, do you?" Xue Jing replied, exasperated.

"You're overthinking things," he added.

Xue Wan smiled and reached out to ruffle Xue Jing's hair. "Thank you this time. You really are my little bean, and now that you're all grown up, you can even help your sister out."

Xue Jing moved her hand away and asked, "Are you sure this is enough? Isn't Chen Feng supposed to be a troublesome guy?"

"It's enough... If he still dares to persist after all this, then I have other ways to deal with him," Xue Wan said with a mischievous smile.

"Rest assured, your sister won't be taken advantage of."

Xue Jing nodded at her assertive tone. "That's good."

The cat, who had been perched on Xue Jing's shoulders the entire time, yawned.

...

After spending more time touring the campus with Xue Wan and her friends, Xue Jing spoke up. "By the way, since you're in the School of Horticulture, why don't you take me there to have a look?"

Xue Wan hesitated for a moment before casually replying, "There's nothing much to see there, just a bunch of flowers and plants."

Zhao Lu laughed and said, "It's not easy to just walk into the School of Horticulture. That Professor Lu of yours... how should I put it, she's a bit old-fashioned."

"Aside from Wanwan, I've never seen her treat any other student nicely... If we bring outsiders to the School of Horticulture, she'll probably get angry."

Xue Jing nodded in understanding. "I see."

Just then, they heard someone calling out to them.

"Wanwan~"

They turned to see a woman in her thirties, likely a teacher, waving at them from the corridor not far away, with a stack of books in her arms.

"Professor Lu is looking for you. She wants you to go to her right now~"

Xue Wan paused before replying, "Okay, I got it."

Seeing this, Xue Jing spoke up. "Sis, if you have something to attend to, go ahead. I'm also heading back to the hotel."

Xue Wan thought for a moment and said, "Alright then... You have a match tomorrow, and I've already bought the tickets. I'll be there to cheer you on."

Xue Jing smiled and nodded.

"Match? Wait, is it the U19 tournament tomorrow?" Zhao Lu asked in surprise.

Shang Ping complained, "Wow, Wanwan, why didn't you tell us earlier? I don't know if the tickets are sold out yet. Let's check quickly!"

"We have to watch Little Brother's match live!" Wei Juan exclaimed as she took out her phone.

"What's the rush? The stadium can seat over ten thousand people. There are plenty of tickets, and even if they're sold out, we can always find scalpers..."

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Then I'll take my leave here. See you tomorrow."

As he turned to walk towards the school gate, he was stopped by Xue Wan. "Wait! Leave Xiao Fengwan here."

Xue Jing paused, feeling helpless. "Haven't you had enough yet?"

Xue Wan reached out and took the cat from Xue Jing's shoulders, cradling it in her arms. She rubbed her cheeks against the cat's head lovingly and said, "How could I ever have enough? I want to be with Xiao Fengwan forever, Mommy loves you so much!"

She then proceeded to shower the cat's face with kisses.

The cat: "..."

It turned its gaze towards Xue Jing, its expression resembling that of an elderly person dealing with a crowded subway ride while also trying to use their phone.

Xue Jing stroked his chin, finding the cat's tortured expression amusing, especially since he himself was feeling a bit feline-deprived.

So, with a wave of his hand, he turned and continued walking towards the school gate without another word.

"Goodbye."

The cat twitched its mouth.

...

As Xue Jing walked towards the school gate, he pushed up his glasses and opened the panel.

[Fitness Experience +152]



[Health Experience +51]



[Martial Arts Experience +133]



[Canglong Power Experience +106]



[Acting Experience +69]



"Acting..."

Xue Jing's eyes fell on this newly activated skill.

"What a pleasant surprise," he mused.

Although it had just been activated, his long history of martial arts training had honed his understanding and control of his body to an exceptional degree. Immediately, he grasped the benefits this skill would bring him.

At first glance, this skill seemed similar to [Cooking] and [Charm], which didn't seem to offer much in terms of enhancing his raw power.

However, that was not the case.

"Emotional control... No, it should be called 'emotional evocation'?"

Xue Jing pondered.

The Acting skill granted him the ability to evoke emotions at will.

Back at the Martial Arts Club, after activating Acting, he had thought of portraying an arrogant character, and he had immediately entered that state, successfully evoking the emotion of 'arrogance'.

This was something he would not have been able to do before activating the skill.

[Observation·Truth] had given him powerful emotional control, but it did not grant him the ability to evoke emotions at will.

"The ability to control emotions is 'stillness within,' while the ability to evoke emotions is 'movement without'..."

"With the Acting skill, I can evoke 'movement without' at any time. This is truly remarkable."

A martial artist's combat power was greatly influenced by their emotions. Without battle intent, killing intent, fighting spirit, confidence, anger... these 'movements without,' their punches would lack force, and they might even lack the will to fight at all. How could they hope to defeat their opponents?

The ability to evoke 'movement without' at will was a talent that all martial artists dreamed of!

"As expected of the panel, even a random skill is so extraordinary.

"So, compared to 'Point-Perfecting,' I might be able to comprehend the ultimate secret art of the Dragon Concealment Style ahead of time..." Xue Jing thought.

The three ultimate secret arts of the Dragon Concealment Style. The first is the 'Point-Perfecting' technique, the ultimate culmination of the Five-Kill Combination practiced through the Dynamic Stake Quivering Armor Skill, where the killing moves reach their pinnacle.

The second is the 'Reversed Dragon Scales' technique, the ultimate culmination of the Static Stake Dragon Concealment Skill, which utilizes the true dragon's energy to its fullest extent, resulting in the ultimate dynamic move.

As for the true dragon's energy, it is essentially a peculiar emotion that treats oneself as a true dragon.

Once the cultivation of the true dragon's energy reaches perfection, one's spirit becomes indistinguishable from that of a true dragon.

Being a true dragon, one possesses reversed scales in their heart, and when others touch upon them, they will become extremely furious.

The ultimate secret art, 'Reversed Dragon Scales,' ignites the heart, resembling a true dragon whose reversed scales have been touched, entering a state of extreme rage and completely liberating oneself from physical limitations, achieving a terrifying burst of power.

The punches thrown in this state are several times more powerful than usual.

"According to the theory of 'spiritual power interfering with self-reality,' the Reversed Dragon Scales technique is not merely a simple emotion." Xue Jing muttered to himself.

Before learning about this theory, Xue Jing considered 'Reversed Dragon Scales' as a self-destructive technique that stimulated adrenaline, damaging both the enemy and himself. Hence, he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, after understanding this theory, his perspective changed.

Now, he valued Reversed Dragon Scales even more than 'Point-Perfecting,' second only to the ultimate secret art.

"Just like how I can wield sword qi that shouldn't exist using the Heaven-Defying Sword Intent, a significant portion of the battle prowess boost from Reversed Dragon Scales should be attributed to spiritual interference, apart from the consumption of spiritual power, there shouldn't be any other drawbacks..."

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Xue Jing unknowingly reached the school's entrance.

"It's not just the ability to manipulate emotions, but my control over my body has also improved significantly... What a fantastic skill."

The skill also enhanced his control over his facial expressions and body movements.

"Even my cultivation of the Dragon Concealment Technique will benefit from this skill, accelerating the progress of cultivating true dragon's energy."

Xue Jing walked out of the school gate, pushed up his glasses, and was about to hail a taxi on the street.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

"Hmm?"

Xue Jing looked up.

The person was wearing a black cloak with a hood that covered the upper half of their face, leaving only the lower half visible.

However, from their figure and the curves of the exposed lower face, it was evident that this person was a woman.

Xue Jing had been deep in thought just now and only now noticed the unusual silence in the area near the school gate.

He looked around and couldn't spot anyone else besides himself and the person standing before him, not even the security guard.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stopped walking and remained silent.

In the silence, the woman in the hooded cloak spoke.

"Sir, do you have faith?"

A missionary? Xue Jing thought for a moment before replying, "I'm a materialist."

The woman smiled and said, "Materialists can also have faith."

"My faith is materialism. Isn't that explanation sufficient?" Xue Jing said as the color of his irises gradually changed, turning into a soft silver-white, resembling moonlight.

"Of course it is," the woman replied gently. "But the faith I'm referring to is a spiritual anchor, an affirmation of the path you've chosen."

"In this world, there are many paths, but most of them are wrong. Therefore, to discern the correct path, one needs a reference point."

"And the existence that has already walked the correct path to its end is the best reference."

Xue Jing's silver-white irises reflected the moonlight within, unblinking. He said calmly, "What are you trying to say?"

The woman smiled and continued, "The men and women of this world are like flowers, each unique and the only one of their kind. Countless unique flowers come together to form a world of a thousand reds and countless beauties."

"And presiding over this world of a thousand reds and countless beauties is a great existence..."

"...a flower god, the nurturing mother of a thousand reds and countless beauties, an everlasting fragrance."

"Sir, you possess the talent to follow in Her footsteps and embark on the correct path."

The woman opened her arms, tilting her head slightly upward, revealing half of her multicolored eye.

"Come, join us in the Flower God Assembly, embrace the ruler of a thousand reds and countless beauties, and bask in the warmth of the nurturing mother."

...

(End of Chapter)

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