Chapter 65: Dragon Strike Technique

nd turned to leave. "Brothers, let's go. We'll find a place to have some fun today.""Alright, boss, following you means enjoying the good food and drinks." Someone immediately offered a flattery, whic...In his dream, Wang Lin journeyed to ancient times and became an emperor. He implemented a strategy of "distant friendship and near attack," constantly waging war in all directions – north, south, east, and west – ultimately establishing a mighty empire.

Moreover, during his reign as emperor, he collected martial arts from all over the world and compiled them into a single, unparalleled martial art known as Dragon Striking Art.

After a few hours, Wang Lin woke up dazedly. The experience in his dream seemed to be etched into his memory as if by a knife and chisel.

After he had gone over all his memories of the Dragon Strike technique, he immediately became excited.

Dragon Strike Technique is based on the core concept of "swift like a dragon, unstoppable." It aims to achieve an attack as powerful and relentless as a descending dragon, while in defense, it mirrors the dragon's enigmatic submersion into water, impenetrable and unfathomable.

It emphasizes both internal and external cultivation, training both the body and the mind to achieve a state of "harmony between mind and body, and man and tool".

Because it integrates the martial arts of the world and takes the strengths of each school, the Dragon Strike technique not only possesses extremely powerful explosive force, but its footwork is also known as being extremely fast and agile, making it highly unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

At the same time, it possesses an immovable defense like a mountain and an indestructible physique. It can be said to be perfect in every way, with no flaws.

The Dragon Strike Technique consists of twelve forms. Different techniques have different effects; the first six focus on fundamentals, while the latter six focus on combat.

First Style, Swift Dragon Flash: This technique represents speed, with movements and attacks as swift as lightning, leaving the opponent unable to defend.

The second form, Li Long Po: This move represents strength. With immense power and impact force, it instantly crushes the opponent.

Third Style, Tyrannosaurus Rage: This move represents an eruption, amassing all of your strength and unleashing it in an instant, possessing devastating power.

Fourth Style, Dragon Guard: This technique represents defense, like an unbreakable shield, protecting the practitioner from enemy attacks.

Fifth Style, Steel Dragon Body: This technique represents the physical body. Through rigorous training, it strengthens the body to become as hard as steel, impervious to any attack.

The Sixth Form, Linglong Soul: This technique represents the soul. Through cultivating the soul, practitioners reach a peak mental state, unleashing power that surpasses ordinary limits.

The next six styles, Wang Lin racked his brains but couldn't think of them. He simply gave up. This Dragon Strike Art was invincible!

He excitedly stood up, eager to begin his cultivation upon returning. Although the process required constant self-harm and medication, as long as there was a way to become stronger, he would endure any hardship for the sake of protecting those around him!

After several hours of rest, his strength had basically recovered. After slightly moving his limbs, Wang Lin began to survey the surroundings.

The opportunity has arrived, now the problem is how to leave here.

He randomly chose a direction and started walking, as long as he kept going, he'd eventually get out.

When he had circled a large distance, he found that the cliff bottom was surrounded by steep cliffs. Helpless, he could only choose a cliff that seemed lower and start climbing.

Half an hour later, Wang Lin's hand finally reached the top of the cliff. He kicked his feet hard and landed heavily on the ground.

He roughly estimated his position, found the right direction, and started running at full speed.

Time is tight, it's already 3 am, and I need to get back as soon as possible before the competition starts.

After walking for more than an hour, he finally saw some lights. Upon inquiring, he learned that these were all Zhou Qi's trusted confidantes who had been arranged by him to work through the night just to find Wang Lin as soon as possible.

After learning everything, Wang Lin called Zhou Qi again, explained the current situation, and expressed his gratitude.

Zhou Qi kept saying, "It's should be like that, it should be like that. It's his fault for dragging Wang Lin down."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Lin started his journey again following the direction indicated by the rescue personnel.

There's no way, he also wants to take a car, but this is the wilderness, there isn't even a road. In order to save time, he can only set off alone.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhou Qi called Wang Lin again to inquire about his current location. Wang Lin truthfully reported his whereabouts.

"Let me see, I should be able to make it."

"I'll speed up a bit, big bro, could you get me something to eat I'm starving!"

"No problem, I'll be at the training ground soon. I've already told the guards at the gate."

Okay, that's it!

Wang Lin was still running forward, his head and face covered in dirt. This deep mountain forest had really taken its toll on him.

If he hadn't often played in the mountains as a child, he really wouldn't have been able to come out so quickly.

At eight thirty, in the martial arts arena, all members of the Zhou family were gathered here.

On one side of the martial arts arena, on a tall platform, sat the high-ranking members of the family, most of them elderly men with white hair.

The elderly man sitting in the middle, seated on a grand armchair, extended his hand slightly downward to signal silence. The attendant beside him immediately scurried over and handed the microphone to the old man.

After the old man took the phone, he coughed lightly and said, "Time's up. Have all the participants arrived"

"Ready!" the crowd shouted from below.

When everyone's voices subsided, Zhou Qi shouted, "Headman, the people I invited are still on their way."

Since they're not here yet, we won't wait any longer. Let me explain the competition rules now!

Zhou Qi was dumbfounded. He didn't even bother to ask anymore! What's the point Are you crazy!

He eagerly took two steps forward, "Chief, the people I invited were ambushed last night and are rushing here with all their might. They'll be here soon, please wait a moment!"

The chief glanced at Zhou Qi with a faint look, his expression unmoved. He said calmly, "That's his business, not our reason to wait for him."

Zhou Qi knelt down with a thump, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Clan Leader! Just give your grandson one more chance!"

The old man stood silently on the stage, but at this time, there were constant shouts and insults coming from the surrounding crowd.

“What is your identity To dare make the chieftain wait for you!”

"You insolent wretch! Get out of here!"

"Zhou Qi! Don't delude yourself! Get out!"

"The person you asked can't come, who are you blaming Don't waste our time!"

Various shouts reached Zhou Qi's ears, but he remained motionless, kneeling on the ground, his eyes fixed and determined on the chief.

"Forget it, if you arrive before the rules are finished, you'll still be eligible to compete." The old man waved his hand helplessly and then looked at the middle-aged man beside him.

"Zhihao, I'll leave it to you now. You take over the hosting!"

"Yes!" Zhou Zhihao hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully took the phone.

Zhou Qi, hearing the chief's agreement, was overjoyed. He pounded his head on the ground with a resounding thud, shouting excitedly, "Thank you, Chief!"

Zhou Zhihao glanced at him lightly. "Get up, don't disrupt the normal process!"

"Yes!" Zhou Qi stood up and bowed respectfully, then slowly retreated.

"Below, I will explain the rules of the competition. This year's competition is still divided into two parts: the literary exam and the martial arts exam. The literary exam is for family members to participate in the allocation of family business, and the martial arts exam is for family members to participate in the allocation of family cultivation resources."

"Outsiders participating in the scoring competition will be counted under each employer's name. Also, while punches and kicks are blind, everyone should still know their limits during the competition and refrain from using excessive force."

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"Alright! Last thing, due to the large number of external examiners this time, after deliberation by the Elders' Council, the rules have been slightly adjusted. We will first have a free-for-all battle, and the ten people remaining in the end will participate in the official martial arts examination."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience buzzed with anxious chatter. Most wore worried expressions. The sudden outbreak of civil war was too unexpected; anyone could be eliminated at any moment.

"Silence!" Zhou Zhihao hissed.

When everyone was quiet, he spoke again slowly, "Now please..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud "bang!" A dusty figure came rushing from afar, followed by several guards from the estate gates.

Zhou Qi saw the figure rushing towards him, overjoyed, and hurried forward, "Little brother! What's all the commotion"

They won't let me in, so I have no choice but to break in. Didn't you say hello How come they're still like this

Zhou Qi was stunned, "Impossible, it's all arranged..."

He seemed to have thought of something, turned his head to look at Zhou Rong, and Wang Lin also followed his gaze, his heart understanding.

"Damn it...."

Zhou Rong saw that the two of them had guessed his arrangement, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"NNd, I'll make you laugh! I'll eliminate your people first before the chaos begins!"

Wang Lin saw Zhou Rong's smile and became furious. "I will get you one day!"

He withdrew his gaze, looking at Zhou Qi "Brother, where's my breakfast! I'm starving!"able state of Night Demon, a wave of satisfaction washing over him. He hadn't gotten his hands dirty in ages, it seemed beating people up was truly the way to bring himself joy."Go on. Why are you her...