Chapter 57

Song Nanming's fast punches were so quick that they were hard to see, and they were accompanied by a very powerful aura. However, Shen Xiang could keep up with Song Nanming's speed, accurately judging the position of Song Nanming's punches, and then retaliating with his own fists, striking Song Nanming's fists.

Shen Xiang used the Azure Dragon True Qi, which flickered with fierce lightning. Every time he struck, there would be a loud explosion, and after the explosion, a powerful aura storm would be generated, even stronger and more imposing than Song Nanming's so-called "Dragon Aura Fist."

The two people on the arena were punching so fast that it was dazzling to watch, as if they were hitting each other with countless fists.

Song Nanming was the first to attack, but now he was slowly retreating, his face serious. His fists were numb and painful, and he could feel the thick True Qi that Shen Xiang used to counterattack, which far surpassed his own. He had thought that using the "Dragon Aura Fist" would quickly defeat Shen Xiang, so he had spared no effort, using a large amount of True Qi to punch wildly. However, he was now easily blocked by Shen Xiang.

"Lost ancient martial arts are not to be used like this. You are simply disgracing the Dragon Martial Arts," Shen Xiang suddenly sneered. He suddenly retracted his fists, took several steps back, and a golden aura suddenly emanated from his body.

The meridians in his eyes and fists suddenly flowed with golden True Qi, just like when Song Nanming used the Dragon Martial Arts, but it was much more powerful.

Shen Xiang's eyes glowed with a golden light, and his hands seemed to be made of gold, faintly transforming into powerful eagle claws. His face was covered with golden scales, exuding a terrifying killing aura.

The "Dragon Martial Arts" were suitable for using metal-type True Qi, and Shen Xiang's metal-type True Qi corresponded to the White Tiger. His White Tiger True Qi carried a killing intent, and when he used the Dragon Martial Arts, it not only exuded a terrifying killing aura but also a majestic and overwhelming presence, as if he were the only one in the world.

The emperor, who was on a tower in the distance, suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes wide open in shock, and muttered, "Impossible, impossible, only we know the Dragon Martial Arts. How did he learn it?"

The emperor's face suddenly showed a murderous intent: "In the Southern Wu Kingdom, no one else can be allowed to master the Dragon Martial Arts. We are the true descendants of the dragon."

Shen Xiang had not expected the Dragon Martial Arts to be so profound. He had memorized the way Song Nanming's True Qi circulated in his body, which was somewhat complex, but with his powerful divine sense, he could deeply engrave it in his mind. When he used it, he could unleash such astonishing power.

"You... you... how is this possible? Where did you learn it? Only those with the dragon bloodline can learn it, and you are just an ordinary person..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Xiang suddenly stomped his foot, and a deafening explosion erupted. The wooden arena, made of thick wood, instantly shattered and collapsed, dust and smoke rising, shocking everyone.

This terrifying power made everyone secretly fear, and those near the arena slowly retreated, worried about being affected.

"Although it consumes True Qi, the power is great. It is indeed a lost ancient martial art!" Shen Xiang was also amazed. He had not expected to gain such a powerful martial art today.

Song Nanming was stunned, both envious and hateful. He knew that Shen Xiang could unleash the power of the Dragon Martial Arts, showing him such terrifying strength, but he could not reach Shen Xiang's level.

"Shen Xiang, don't blame me, blame yourself for being too showy." Song Nanming's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce and sinister light. He suddenly waved his hand, and a dozen thin steel needles pierced through the thick smoke, shooting towards Shen Xiang.

Although the area was full of smoke, Shen Xiang's divine sense was so powerful that he could sense everything around him. Even the small steel needles flying towards him could be detected.

As the steel needles flew towards him, Shen Xiang let out a deep growl, and a scorching wall of fire appeared in front of him. This was the True Qi fire used for alchemy, which could fuse some herbs more heat-resistant than iron, let alone those small steel needles.

The steel needles pierced into the wall of fire and instantly melted. The wall of fire disappeared, and the smoke cleared. Shen Xiang stepped forward, his fists exuding the powerful Dragon Aura.

"Dragon Aura Fist!" Shen Xiang shouted coldly, his fists dancing wildly, like thousands of golden meteorites crashing down.

Song Nanming was still in shock that Shen Xiang could dodge the steel needles when he was suddenly enveloped by a rain of Dragon Aura Fists. In just a few moments, he was hit by hundreds of powerful punches, and the sound of explosions was like thunder, echoing like fireworks.

Song Nanming's flesh and bones were shattered and broken by such fierce attacks, and his body was compressed into a meat patty that fell to the ground. However, he was not dead, and as long as he was not dead, it was not a violation of the rules.

But Song Nanming was now worse off than dead! He no longer looked human, just like a piece of rotten meat!

Some people in the square vomited, and others screamed in terror. The once handsome and proud prince now looked like a piece of meat!

"This is what you brought upon yourself!" Shen Xiang had only intended to give him a simple lesson, knocking him off the stage, but Song Nanming's use of the poisonous steel needles enraged him, and he used eighty percent of his strength.

"Nanming!" A loud roar came from a distance, shaking the ears of everyone in the square. A middle-aged man in a dragon robe, with a face full of anger, landed beside the unconscious Song Nanming.

This was the emperor of the Southern Wu Kingdom, Song Wu!

Everyone in the square dared not breathe, as Shen Xiang had crippled the emperor's son, and the emperor was not weak. A great battle might break out.

"Take the prince back to the palace!" Song Wu said to the two people behind him, who were palace experts. They had followed Song Wu when he arrived, and they were very powerful.

Song Wu, being an emperor, could remain calm in such a situation. The anger on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a deep and imposing expression.

Shen Xiang had not violated the rules. As Song Nanming's father, Song Wu knew about the small tricks Song Nanming used in the match. He guessed that Shen Xiang had discovered them, which angered Shen Xiang. To avoid exposing the prince's actions, he had the men take Song Nanming back to the palace instead of the medicine family.

As an emperor, face was more important than anything. If people knew that the prince had used such despicable tricks, his reign would be over. If the medicine family discovered it, they would use it to force him to do things he did not want to do.

Shen Xiang quickly saw through this and smiled, "As the ruler of a country, you made a wise decision not to leave him with the medicine family. You will soon see that there are other benefits to your actions."

Song Wu snorted coldly, "Injuries in a sparring match are common, but you were too harsh. I hope the prince is not seriously injured, otherwise..."

With that, Song Wu left, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief that the emperor did not pursue Shen Xiang, admiring Song Wu's magnanimity.

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