Chapter 78

Feeling an unprecedented vigor, a mysterious and indescribable energy flowed through his body, turning and twisting. Chen Dasheng was amazed but did not touch it, allowing it to move freely, as if his whole body was soaking in warm water, feeling incredibly comfortable.

"This water, can it actually help me recover my strength?"

As the soothing sensation receded like a tide, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The internal strength that had been absorbed by the Qiankun Bracelet had unknowingly recovered, and it had even grown a little. Looking at his right hand, the wound on his palm, after being soaked in the stream water, had already scabbed over and no longer hurt.

Not only could it restore strength and energy, but it also had the miraculous effect of healing wounds. Chen Dasheng was overjoyed, never expecting that this small stream of water would have such powerful effects, far surpassing the healing medicines and strength pills advertised on TV.

"Divine water!"

Looking at the gushing stream, what a wondrous world this was?

Chen Dasheng was overwhelmed with emotion. With this space, his future cultivation path would undoubtedly be a broad and smooth road. He never imagined that there could be such a miraculous treasure in the world. This Qiankun Bracelet was no less powerful than the immortal treasures in mythological movies and novels, and it was something used by the ancient Juling Clan. Although it now looked plain, Chen Dasheng had every reason to believe that as his strength increased, it would gradually transform into a beautiful world.

After lingering in the Qiankun Bracelet for a while, Chen Dasheng flashed back to his bedroom, touching the bracelet on his wrist. With a thought, the bracelet quietly disappeared, leaving only his muscular arm visible, but he could clearly feel that the bracelet was still on his wrist.

Chen Dasheng's lips curved into a deep arc. The Qiankun Bracelet had recognized him as its master. Unless he died, no one else could use it. This was truly a rare treasure, and it was best to keep a low profile to avoid attracting unwanted attention and trouble.

His heart was filled with excitement, and Chen Dasheng couldn't fall asleep for a long time, even though he believed his mental state was much stronger than others. He couldn't suppress his excitement, which felt like a penniless man suddenly winning a huge lottery. Chen Dasheng knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Flipping over, he saw the Shenglong Fist manual on the bedside table. An idea came to his mind, and with a smile, he entered the Qiankun Bracelet space again.

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The Shenglong Fist is an internal martial art, a unique skill of the Jiu Gong Mountain's Jiu Gong Hermit. The Jiu Gong Hermit became famous for this fist technique, rightfully known as the first person below the innate realm.

This fist technique follows the path of utmost yang and hardness, capable of transforming a martial artist's internal strength and physical power into an invincible aura to combat enemies. A single punch can make the dragon's roar echo through the fields, unmatched in its might. It is truly formidable, and if practiced to perfection, it can easily allow one to challenge opponents of higher levels.

"Hmm, this fist technique doesn't seem inferior to Tai Chi!"

Chen Dasheng sat cross-legged on the flat ground in the space, carefully reading the manual. His eyes showed continuous surprise. The manual was divided into two parts: the first part described the method of regulating and circulating internal strength, called the "Shenglong Technique," and the second part contained illustrations of meridians and fist techniques.

With Chen Dasheng's powerful mind, he quickly absorbed the content of the manual into his brain. Closing his eyes, he meticulously pondered and analyzed it, as if in a deep meditative state.

Chen Dasheng could sense the extraordinary nature of this technique. Tai Chi follows the path of softness overcoming hardness, while the Shenglong Fist follows the path of pure hardness, not only suppressing enemies with brute force but also refining the body with the aura.

Previously, when he faced Huang Jinshi, who was just a martial disciple, if he had used the Shenglong Fist instead of Tai Chi, he could have defeated him with his powerful body, but he would have suffered some hidden damage. This technique was definitely not to be underestimated.

One by one, the images and words were quickly analyzed and pondered by Chen Dasheng's powerful mind. After more than half an hour, Chen Dasheng opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance in his pupils, like a meteor in the dark night sky, fleeting.

Having thoroughly analyzed the entire technique, Chen Dasheng's face was filled with eager anticipation. He quickly took off his clothes and walked to the center of the space.

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, his body rapidly grew, transforming into a giant form, nearly two zhang tall, resembling a prehistoric dinosaur, truly terrifying.

The sudden enlargement of his body made the space around him seem much smaller, but fortunately, a two-zhang height was still manageable in the nearly one-li square space.

After drinking a lot of stream water, his physical strength had recovered, and he no longer felt weak. Even some blood energy surged, and the long whip between his legs slightly rose, like an angry dragon, spitting out hot light.

If he were anywhere else, Chen Dasheng would have been worried about being seen, as a giant and naked man could be captured and dissected like a lab rat. But in this space that belonged to him, he didn't have to worry about being spied on.

Feeling his body full of strength and his internal strength restored to its peak, he stood with his legs apart, slightly bent, and held a ball in front of his chest. With a thought, he drove the internal strength from his dantian to flow through the twelve main meridians according to the Shenglong Technique.

After the internal strength completed a small cycle, it suddenly changed, becoming fierce and violent.

Auric energy!

Under the influence of the Shenglong Technique, the gentle internal strength transformed into fierce auric energy!

As the auric energy flowed through the Jianjing acupoint, Chen Dasheng immediately felt his shoulders swelling, hot and unbearable, with a strong urge to release it.

"Ha!"

With a low shout, Chen Dasheng changed his palms into fists and punched forward forcefully.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a terrifying dragon's roar, the fierce auric energy surged through Chen Dasheng's arms, instantly breaking free and condensing into a five-zhang-long auric dragon, as if it were real, majestic and fierce, lunging forward with its fangs and claws.

The momentum was overwhelming, far surpassing the vague dragon aura that Huang Jinshi had produced. The roar was intimidating.

The dragon-shaped auric energy flew nearly twenty meters, shooting into the sky and slowly dissipating. Where the auric energy passed, a long trench was left in the soft ground, the soil flipping to the sides, like being plowed by a giant wild boar, demonstrating its formidable power.

"This fist technique is indeed domineering!"

The technique was so powerful, almost like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in TV shows. Chen Dasheng was extremely excited. Men admire strength, and as a descendant of the Juling Clan, if he had to choose, he would definitely pick this kind of powerful and domineering technique.

A single punch, invincible, unstoppable, and with a grand appearance, only a man of iron and blood like himself could use such a technique. Although it was from another school, once in his hands, it belonged to him.

The power was strong, but the technique was also very draining. That single punch had almost cost him half of his internal strength, leaving his dantian suddenly depleted, and a faint feeling of weakness returned.

In other words, at his peak, he could only deliver two punches. Chen Dasheng couldn't help but laugh bitterly, but there was no way around it. Just like in games, the more powerful the move, the more energy it consumes. As his strength increased, this situation should improve.

Moreover, there was that magical stream in this space. When his internal strength was depleted, he could drink a few sips, and it would recover in a short time.

Huff, huff, huff...

A large, naked man diligently practiced the fist technique in the small space, his deep shouts and the terrifying sound of the dragon's roar echoing through the space.

Time passed, and with the internal strength flowing and being easily controlled, the dragon's roar never ceased. After sweating profusely, the Shenglong Fist technique became increasingly proficient with each repetition.

His body, refined by the auric energy, gradually grew stronger. After an unknown amount of time, Chen Dasheng suddenly felt a surge of clarity in his mind, his whole body relaxing, and several warm streams of energy flowing through his blood and muscles, converging in his meridians and surging towards his dantian.

"Ah!"

The warm and extremely comfortable sensation made Chen Dasheng groan, stopping his movements, closing his eyes, and quietly enjoying the intensely pleasurable feeling!