The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 463 Dog Fighting! "Dog Fighting"

Shouts and roars echoed continuously from the battlefield.

A dozen or so large dogs, as strong as oxen, pounced like the wind, leaping and bounding, chasing after a lightning-dragon-shaped creature, tearing and ramming into it.

But that lightning dragon shadow was extremely violent and domineering.

*Sizzle*
The forest was sometimes bright, sometimes dark, with flashes of lightning and thunder.

With a series of loud bangs, the three fighting dogs, their bodies crackling with bluish-white electricity, were sent flying backward, whimpering.

The lightning dragon suddenly turned, and the three fighting dogs crashed into the nearby trees, sprawling on their backs.

With a flick of its tail, electric currents shot out, and amidst crackling explosions, the five fighting dogs tumbled through a series of somersaults, either crashing heavily to the ground or charging like cannonballs towards the elders not far away.

At the same time, amidst the flashing and shooting lightning dragons, Qiao Feng's voice was deep and thunderous, carrying a deliberately suppressed anger: "You want me to surrender? Elders, former brothers, my martial arts skills are the result of many years of diligent practice. How could I let you cripple me?"

"I urge you elders to make way for me and allow me to leave."

Several elders hurriedly stopped the fighting dogs that were charging at them, and then once again spurred the dogs on, leaping and bounding forward to pounce.

In a vast apricot grove.

A thousand Beggars' Sect disciples moved their feet simultaneously, their bamboo staffs striking the ground with a thunderous roar.

Their figures sometimes spun rapidly clockwise, sometimes swirled counterclockwise, sometimes advanced step by step forward, and sometimes spread outward like flowers.

Through the integration of the Dog-Beating Formation, the internal energy in each person's body is transformed into streams of colorful air currents, which are continuously transmitted to the dozen or so elders in the inner circle.

In the center of the battlefield.

The scene was truly filled with lightning and thunder, with dragon shadows crisscrossing the landscape, domineering and fierce.

A dozen or so fighting dogs pounced like tigers and leaped like the wind, hunting and chasing the incomparably violent lightning dragon from all directions.

But the battle was clear: the dozen or so fighting dogs could break trees and tear the ground apart, and even if they encountered a master who had been famous in the martial arts world for many years, they could take him down and kill him in a short time; but they were helpless against the lightning dragon in the center.

The fighting dogs roused themselves and pounced again and again, only to be knocked away each time.

Dozens of moves had passed, yet they still couldn't subdue the lightning dragon in the center.

Seeing this, an elder urged the fighting dogs to continue their attack while shouting resentfully, "Qiao Feng, you're using my Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to counter my Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Formation! If the old sect leader were alive, he would be so angry he'd jump out of his coffin to personally cleanse the sect!"

Another elder was sent flying by the fighting dog, staggering back three steps. The electric currents that were wrapped around the fighting dog crackled and shot onto him. Even though he was protected by the profound internal energy transmitted from the Beggar Clan disciples, he still trembled several times from the electric shocks.

Enraged, he shouted recklessly, "Qiao Feng, you Khitan barbarian, you've learned my Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms! In the future, countless heroes of the Great Song Dynasty will die at your hands! Then, all the heroes of the Great Song will blame my Beggars' Sect for misjudging people and aiding and abetting evil!"

"Therefore, today, we, a dozen or so elders, must recover your martial arts skills; we cannot allow you to leave like this."

"Hmph!" A furious snort exploded in everyone's ears. The lightning dragon snaked and danced, circling and shaking away all the fighting dogs that were constantly pouncing and biting around it.

Qiao Feng was clearly enraged, his voice turning cold and domineering: "What a joke! You think you can block my way? If it weren't for our brotherhood and my restraint, I would have charged out long ago."

"Besides, you only met me once, how could I believe you?" "In the future, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly. If you have wronged me, I will definitely come back and demand an explanation!"

In the blink of an eye, he moved with lightning speed, his palms crackling with thick, bluish-white lightning as he unleashed a series of strikes.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
With seven consecutive explosive bursts of energy, the seven bulls and fighting dogs, once again enveloped in streaks of lightning, shot backward.

Seeing that they couldn't break through after a long siege, someone deliberately spoke up to taunt them: "Qiao Feng, what kind of skill is it to use the Beggar Clan's martial arts to fight against my Beggar Clan disciples? If you're so capable, why don't you use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms or the Dog-Beating Staff Technique?"

Someone with a quick mind immediately chimed in: "That's right, Qiao Feng, if you have the guts, don't use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, don't use the Beggar Clan's martial arts."

Others earnestly advised, "Boss, stop now. Even if you can withstand the onslaught of the Dog-Beating Formation, we still have a thousand men. You can't outlast us."

"Yes, Chief, if you stop and cripple your own martial arts, I, Bai Shijing, swear to heaven that I will protect your life and not let anyone harm a single hair on your head."

"Chief, only by crippling your own martial arts can you preserve a shred of civility between the Beggars' Sect and the Song Dynasty. Otherwise, we will be enemies whenever we meet again, and how can we brothers bear that?"

Hearing these malicious provocations and "well-intentioned" persuasions, Qiao Feng laughed in fury: "Hahahaha, your words truly make me nauseous; so be it! So be it! Today, I, Qiao Feng, will not use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms or the Dog-Beating Staff Technique; I will only use the Taizu Long Fist to fight you."

"I, Qiao Feng, will make you understand that it wasn't the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms that made me famous throughout the world, but rather it was I, Qiao Feng, who made the Beggars' Clan's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms renowned throughout the martial arts world."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thunder stopped, the lightning dissipated, and Qiao Feng's majestic and imposing figure appeared before everyone.

"Very well, Qiao Feng, you truly are a man of honor! To actually attempt to counter our Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Formation with a set of Taizu Long Fist techniques is utterly arrogant!"

"Qiao Feng, without the Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, you would be no match for us."

"Chief, why are you so angry? How could the Taizu Long Fist possibly defeat us?"

"Chief, it's not too late to stop now. Even if you really are a Khitan, as long as you're willing to cripple your martial arts, you'll still be hailed as a hero by the chivalrous men of our Great Song Dynasty."

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Despite the constant mocking and persuasive voices, the attacks from the dozen or so Beggar Clan elders did not cease.

More than a dozen fighting dogs leaped and bounded swiftly, like the wind, constantly pouncing on Qiao Feng.

The deafening barking of the dogs echoed the voices of the surrounding elders, creating a vivid and realistic scene of "human voices and dogs."

However, Qiao Feng frowned at the noise and couldn't help but shout angrily, "Noisy!"

He moved swiftly, his movements fluid and agile, yet his demeanor remained steady and composed.

His fists charged straight ahead, simple and direct, displaying astonishing power.

He managed to unleash an immense and terrifying aura from a simple set of Taizu Long Fist techniques.

It truly is a case of: the dragon soaring across the four seas astonishing everyone, and the tiger roaring in all directions shaking even the fighting dogs.

(End of this chapter)