The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 460 Dragon Subduing VS Dragon Subduing, Chief Qiao's Dilemma

The streets of Wuxi were bustling with pedestrians.

Three figures transformed into three gusts of wind, weaving through the crowd and disappearing into the distance, leaving behind only gusts of wind that made the clothes of passersby flutter in the wind.

Among Xu Xingchen, Qiao Feng, and Duan Yu, in terms of skill level, Xu Xingchen is first, Duan Yu is second, and Qiao Feng is third.

However, Qiao Feng's speed was so fast that he was only one step behind Xingchen, while Duan Yu's figure was sometimes in front and sometimes behind, and his speed was extremely unstable.

Although Duan Yu had listened to Xu Xingchen's explanation of martial arts principles for seven or eight days and had a basic grasp of some martial arts fundamentals, he was still a novice when it came to applying them.

It was like a child wielding a sledgehammer, somewhat powerless, sometimes working and sometimes not.

Qiao Feng was somewhat surprised when he saw the speed of the two.

The owner of Xiaoyao Manor, Xu Xingchen, was about the same age as me, yet his martial arts skills were even more profound.
The descendants of the Duan family in Dali have a long tradition of learning and their skills are extraordinary.
He never expected to encounter two masters so soon after arriving in Jiangnan, which made him sigh that the world is indeed full of hidden talents and should not be underestimated.

The three moved very quickly, passing through the south city gate and then speeding along the official road for several miles.

Qiao Feng led the way, then turned into a grove of trees. After running for another two or three miles, they came to a clearing and stopped.

Duan Yu's brakes weren't very responsive, and he sped several more feet before finally stopping, creaking and yelling as he quickly walked up the trunk of a large tree to the top of its canopy.

"Wow wow~~!"

In a panicked scream, Duan Yu fell from the treetop, tumbling twice awkwardly in the air before finally landing on his feet.

Qiao Feng frowned as he watched this scene. Why was it that the Duan family of Dali, despite their profound skills, had such a crude grasp of lightness techniques?

Seeing that Duan Yu had landed safely on the ground, Xu Xingchen withdrew his gaze and explained to Qiao Feng with a smile, "My brother here acquired his internal strength through a fortuitous encounter, but he has never practiced martial arts. Therefore, his control over his power is inevitably somewhat lacking and inflexible."

Qiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Such a thing actually exists in the world?"

He racked his brains but couldn't understand what kind of extraordinary encounter in this world could grant him such profound internal strength out of thin air!

Another thing has become a mystery to me.

Qiao Feng quickly regained his composure and said to Xu Xingchen in a serious tone, "Master Xu, although I don't know how you knew I would be drinking there beforehand, since you deliberately waited there, it's no surprise that you want to exchange a few moves with me and test my martial arts?"

Xu Xingchen nodded and said, "Indeed, I have long admired Chief Qiao's reputation and have long admired the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Recently, I heard that the Beggar Clan disciples wanted to hold a Beggar Clan conference in Xingzilin, Wuxi, so I came to meet you."

Qiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "If that's really the case, I, Qiao Feng, am willing to befriend you, Master Xu. The Beggars' Sect assembly is not far off, Master Xu, no need for nonsense, just bring it on!"

Xu Xingchen shook his head and chuckled, "Chief Qiao's heroic spirit is admirable; however, defeating me in a short time will not be an easy task."

"Try it and you'll know!" Qiao Feng snorted coldly, no longer waiting. A blurry dragon shadow flashed in the air and instantly pounced in front of Xu Xingchen, striking out with a palm. The air exploded like a dragon's roar, and a strong wind arose.

"Well done!" Xu Xingchen stretched out his body and struck out with a lightning-fast palm strike, and another dragon's roar echoed in the clearing of the forest.

The two violent and fierce palm strikes collided with a muffled thud, shocking Duan Yu, who had managed to retreat to a distance. His ears rang and he felt dizzy. When he regained his senses, he was greatly alarmed.

Xu Xingchen and Qiao Feng exchanged a palm strike, and their bodies flew backward at the same time, each landing on the ground three zhang away.

Qiao Feng steadied himself, his usually calm and collected face now showing disbelief for the first time. He exclaimed in surprise, "Your palm technique!"

Xu Xingchen spread his arms wide, one in front of the other, assuming the starting stance of "Dragon Fighting in the Wilds," and said in a deep voice, "Please, Chief Qiao, appraise my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

Qiao Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he sneered, "I don't believe you really know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Let's fight again!"

next moment.

The imposing figure transformed into a blurry dragon shadow once more, accompanied by a gust of wind, and charged towards Xu Xingchen.

Xu Xingchen's figure also transformed into a blurry dragon shadow, and with a faint dragon roar, he rushed upwards.

Two blurry dragon shadows collided violently in the center.

Bang!
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, a huge gust of wind burst forth and rushed in all directions.

The grass on the ground suddenly trembled violently, snapped off at the roots, and flew into the sky.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump.
The two dragon-shaped phantoms separated and merged on the open ground, colliding more than ten times in the blink of an eye.

The sounds of explosive energy bursting forth were incessant.

A series of gusts of wind swept across the area, lifting more and more grass and scattering it in all directions.

After a dozen or so fierce battles, the two dragon-shaped phantoms underwent further transformations, swirling, flying, meandering, and crisscrossing, launching one powerful attack after another.

Two figures struck each other from the ground into the sky, then from the sky into the trees, shattering the dense canopy into pieces before crashing back to the ground with a loud thud.

"Flying Dragon in the Sky!" A cyan dragon shadow fiercely swooped down from the sky, its momentum like a rainbow. "The Overbearing Dragon Regrets!" A gray figure suddenly stood still, his legs squatting steadily, his right palm drawing a circle in front of him, and then thrusting his palm upwards.

Bang!
With a deafening roar, a massive gust of wind erupted between the two figures, sweeping in all directions.

Qiao Feng's feet suddenly sank deep into the mud, up to the midline of his calves.

Xu Xingchen, who had fallen from the sky, was also knocked back and sent flying. After a series of somersaults, he landed on the ground several feet away.

Pulling his legs out of the mud and taking two steps forward, Qiao Feng asked with a look of surprise and uncertainty, "Master Xu, you do indeed know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms of my Beggars' Sect, but why are your Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms so similar to mine, yet different?"

"The martial arts of the two worlds are indeed quite different," Xu Xingchen thought to himself, but he couldn't possibly reveal the real secret. He said aloud, "Because my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are self-created?"

"What? Self-created?"

Qiao Feng considered all the possibilities, such as: he didn't learn everything by stealing it, so he completed it later; he didn't learn everything by stealing it, so he arbitrarily altered it; or he learned everything by stealing it, so he changed it.
Or perhaps it was passed down from previous generations of leaders, who had shared the Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with outsiders. After a series of modifications and improvements, it eventually became the ambiguous form held by Master Xu of the Free and Unfettered Manor.
He never imagined that the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in the other party's hands were actually self-created.

Little did he know that Xu Xingchen was afraid that Qiao Feng would think that the previous leaders of the Beggars' Sect had leaked the technique to outsiders, thus linking him to the Beggars' Sect again. That's why he said it was his own creation.

This left Qiao Feng momentarily bewildered.

The feeling was like a martial artist performing a set of techniques that were extremely similar to the Yi Jin Jing in front of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and claiming that he had created it himself, which was hard to accept.

Do you think you possess the great wisdom and enlightenment of Bodhidharma? How dare you so presumptuously claim to be comparable to the ancient sages?
Qiao Feng frowned deeply, staring intently at Master Xu not far away. After a long while, he shook his head and said, "I don't believe what you're saying!"

Xu Xingchen smiled and said, "Why don't you believe me?"

Qiao Feng said in a deep voice, "Because I don't believe anyone can create a martial art similar to my Beggar Clan's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

Xu Xingchen's smile faded, and she asked curiously, "So, what does Chief Qiao think is going on?"

Qiao Feng said, "I've heard that there are some martial arts in this world that are extremely mysterious and can imitate other people's martial arts very closely; for example, the Murong family's 'using their own methods against them' is such a technique."

Xu Xingchen chuckled, surprised that Qiao Feng had made that connection.

It must be said that Qiao Feng's idea was clearly more reasonable and acceptable than Xu Xingchen's "self-created" idea.

But is that really the case?!
The Lesser Formless Skill, capable of mimicking martial arts from all schools and sects, is so exaggerated in its effects that it surpasses even the claim that Xu Xingchen created his own divine skill!

Xu Xingchen laughed again: "Chief Qiao obviously doesn't believe in my martial arts talent, which is extraordinary and comparable to the ancient sages, right?"

Qiao Feng readily admitted, "That's right! That's exactly what I meant. Next, I'm going to use some extraordinary martial arts techniques, so please be careful, Master Xu."

As soon as she finished speaking, a bluish-white lightning dragon shadow flashed through the air, much to Xu Xingchen's delight.

"So fast!"

Before Xu Xingchen could fully express his surprise, a burst of energy erupted from his chest, and his body shot out like a cannonball.

Click! Click! Click!

Three thick trees were snapped in half almost simultaneously.

Only then did a terrifying dragon roar, as loud as thunder, echo through the air.

One can imagine how astonishing and domineering Qiao Feng's attack was in terms of speed and power.

Click!

Xu Xingchen's back slammed into the fourth large tree, breaking it again, but also successfully stopping his flying body.

puff.

With her feet on the ground and her blue shirt tattered, Xu Xingchen bent over and knelt on one knee. Before she could catch her breath, she felt a powerful pressure coming from above and immediately looked up.

In mid-air, a majestic figure appeared and disappeared amidst the bluish-white lightning, like a dragon and thunder, descending with lightning speed.

Xu Xingchen moved as soon as he thought of it, performing a backflip with the speed of a phantom, and in a flash, he appeared three zhang away.

Boom!

The bluish-white lightning dragon landed, and amidst the billowing dust and smoke, lightning flashed and scorched in all directions, accompanied by a cacophony of hissing sounds in the air.

Just hearing the sound is enough to send chills down your spine and make your heart tremble.

Such thunderous power, like the might of heaven descending upon the world, is truly terrifying.

(End of this chapter)