Chapter 88

It seems that the old man's strength is far more terrifying than I imagined!

In the midst of the inner strength being exhaled and inhaled, the old man's palm wind actually condensed into substantial flames, forming a huge burning hand that directly lunged towards Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng felt the air around him suddenly become much hotter. He did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent and immediately took a step back, slightly lowering into a horse stance.

Rising Dragon Fist!

"Roar!"

A fierce roar mixed with a dragon's cry that shook the eardrums, the thick inner strength transformed into an invincible aura, which, with Chen Dasheng's sudden punch, poured out along his arm.

A dragon-shaped aura nearly two zhang long, with its fangs bared and claws extended, roared as it charged towards the flaming giant hand.

"Boom!"

The deafening explosion shook the entire courtyard. The dragon-shaped aura and the flaming giant hand collided and simultaneously vanished, leaving behind only intense shockwaves.

Several flower pots in the flower bed were directly shattered, and the old tree at the edge of the courtyard swayed precariously, with withered branches and fallen leaves scattered everywhere. The blue stone tiles in the courtyard were lifted up, turned into fragments by the scattered inner strength and aura.

The intense impact made Chen Dasheng stagger back several steps, almost sitting on the ground. His inner breath surged, and he felt an urge to vomit blood.

"So strong!"

Looking up, the old man had not taken a single step back. With just a wave of his sleeve, he calmed the scattered aura. Chen Dasheng's heart was filled with nothing but fear. Was this really just one-tenth of his strength? One-tenth of his strength was enough to defeat me?

"Rising Dragon Fist? Have you met Deng Jiugong?"

The old man, with one hand behind his back, frowned and stared at Chen Dasheng with his tiger-like eyes, his tone extremely stern.

"Deng Jiugong?"

Chen Dasheng was taken aback. Could he be referring to Jiugong the Hermit? From the old man's tone, it didn't seem to be Jiugong the Hermit. Who could this old man be, with such formidable strength?

"Dasheng, no impudence!"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the corner of the courtyard. Chen Dasheng turned his head and his face lit up with joy, "Sister!"

The person who arrived was Chen Xiaoli. She walked directly to Chen Dasheng and scolded him, "Dasheng, no impudence in front of Uncle!"

"Uncle?"

Chen Dasheng was immediately confused and involuntarily turned to look at the old man. Could this be the relative Sister mentioned on the phone? It doesn't make sense. Not only do we have no relatives, but even if this old man were a relative, why would he attack me upon meeting?

Chen Xiaoli ignored Chen Dasheng's confusion and turned to the old man, "Uncle, are you alright?"

Chen Dasheng was speechless. This old man is so powerful, and with just one-tenth of his strength, he almost knocked me down. How could he be hurt? Instead of caring about me, she went to care about him. Is this what a sister does?

Nangong Mu gently shook his head, his gaze never leaving Chen Dasheng, "Xiaoli, is this your brother Dasheng?"

"Yes, Uncle, this is my brother. This boy is naughty and has offended you, Uncle, please don't take it to heart!" Chen Xiaoli nodded.

"Don't take it to heart, don't take it to heart. Uncle just wanted to test his strength!" Nangong Mu stroked his beard and smiled.

"Uh!"

Chen Xiaoli's face twitched. So that's what happened. Just now, she heard the commotion and ran to the courtyard, only to find Chen Dasheng and Nangong Mu fighting. She thought Chen Dasheng had rashly offended Nangong Mu and quickly came out to mediate to avoid any harm.

"Dasheng, this is Uncle. Quickly pay your respects!" Chen Xiaoli turned to Chen Dasheng, making frantic eye signals as she spoke.

Confused, Chen Dasheng was not about to easily pay respects, especially since the old man had just attacked him. Chen Dasheng said, "Sister, where did we get this relative? I've never heard of him."

"You haven't heard of him doesn't mean he doesn't exist. Uncle has come all the way from the capital!" Chen Xiaoli frowned, looking as if she was about to hit Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng had no choice but to call the old man "Uncle."

Nangong Mu nodded in satisfaction and turned to Chen Xiaoli with a puzzled look, "Xiaoli, didn't you say Dasheng had just reached the Martial Artist realm? How is he now at the Second Level?"

Chen Xiaoli was also taken aback. She sensed Chen Dasheng's aura and confirmed that he was indeed at the Second Level Martial Artist realm.

Her eyes fell on Chen Dasheng, wanting him to give a reasonable explanation. Just two weeks ago, when she called, he said he had just broken through to the Martial Artist realm. Now, after just a few days, he was already at the Second Level. Even if he had been enlightened by a master, it shouldn't have been this fast.

Chen Dasheng scratched his head and said, "Last Saturday, I accidentally broke through. Sister, I was waiting for you to come back and ask me if this counts as the Martial Artist realm."

Chen Xiaoli was momentarily confused. This boy had been practicing blindly and somehow managed to reach the Second Level Martial Artist realm in such a short time. She truly didn't know what to say.

He broke through last Saturday, which means from breaking through to the Martial Artist realm to the Second Level, Chen Dasheng only took about a week, less than ten days.

Nangong Mu stroked his beard and thought for a moment, "Your inner strength is vast, and your power is astonishing. It's probably enough to rival a Fourth or Fifth Level Martial Artist. Can you tell Uncle how you learned that domineering fist technique?"

"Are you talking about the Rising Dragon Fist?" Chen Dasheng asked. He had a set of Tai Chi and a set of Rising Dragon Fist. When Nangong Mu saw him use the Rising Dragon Fist, he was very surprised. Chen Dasheng naturally assumed Nangong Mu was asking about the origin of the Rising Dragon Fist.

Nangong Mu nodded slightly, "Yes, the Rising Dragon Fist is a secret technique of Deng Jiugong from Jiugong Mountain. Only his direct disciples know it. Could it be that you have taken Deng Jiugong as your master?"

Deng Jiugong is the first among the non-Transcendentals. Apart from the four Transcendental Martial Ancestors, Deng Jiugong is the strongest. He is of the same generation as Nangong Mu, but unfortunately, he has not yet broken through to the Transcendental realm. However, in terms of status in the martial world, Deng Jiugong is only slightly inferior to Nangong Mu and others.

Nangong Mu is an extremely proud person. Although the Nangong family and Jiugong Mountain have no significant conflicts, in his heart, Chen Dasheng is Chen Yunhe's disciple and cannot take another master. If Chen Dasheng did such a thing, no matter how talented he is, he would never become Nangong Manor's son-in-law.

Seeing the unfriendly expression on Nangong Mu's face, Chen Dasheng felt somewhat puzzled and swallowed hard, "I picked up the fist technique!"

"Picked up?" Both Nangong Mu and Chen Xiaoli were taken aback. What a joke. The secret technique of Jiugong Mountain is not like a cabbage on the roadside that can be picked up casually.

Chen Dasheng nodded, "Yes, it was also last Saturday. The head of the Cao family brought a Taoist named Huang Jinshi, who claimed to be the eldest disciple of Jiugong Mountain, to cause trouble at the Liu family. I fought with Huang Jinshi, and when they left, they dropped a fist technique manual, which I then picked up."

"Is that really the case?"

Chen Xiaoli's frown gradually eased. Although the story Chen Dasheng told was convoluted, it was at least an explanation.

Chen Dasheng nodded. He had never even met Deng Jiugong, let alone taken him as a master.

Nangong Mu looked at Chen Dasheng strangely, "You mean to say that you picked up the technique last Saturday, and in just a week, you have practiced the Rising Dragon Fist to the level you showed just now?"

Nangong Mu is not a fool. Even for an ordinary fist technique, it would take a lot of time to hone it. From the punch Chen Dasheng just made, although it was still a bit clumsy, it was certainly not something that could be achieved in a day or two.

Even if Chen Xiaoli had told him that Chen Dasheng might have been enlightened by a master, enlightenment can only infuse strength. Practicing a fist technique relies entirely on one's own talent and aptitude. In his long life, he had never heard of anyone who could master the world's most powerful Rising Dragon Fist in just a week.