Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 405 Lu Yulong, who broke through to the Transformation Realm, reveals the true meaning of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist!
Lu Yulong stood expressionless in the center of the ruins, his gaze fixed coldly on the arrogant figure on the sofa.

There was not a trace of past affection, only icy scrutiny and undisguised murderous intent.

"If only I had known this would happen..." A chilling thought surged in Lu Yulong's mind.

If time could be reversed, he would never have simply expelled this little beast from the sect.

The moment Lu Yulong noticed Wei Feng's restless tendencies, he personally crippled his martial arts and broke his legs.

Let him be like a real stray dog, only able to drag his crippled body through the mud, never to rise again!
My only regret is that I made a mistake back then, clinging to the false master-disciple relationship, and not being ruthless enough, which gave this ungrateful wolf the opportunity to turn on me.

This has led to the tragic situation we see today, with Guanghai and Guangchen hanging precariously from the tower, their lives hanging by a thread.

The thought of his two bloodied and mangled nephews and his own son at the top of the tower made Lu Yulong's chest feel like it was on fire.

They are the most outstanding bloodline of the Lu family, and their son, Lu Guanghai, is the heir whom they have painstakingly cultivated!

Now, this wretched creature has subjected me to such cruel torture and humiliation, and I am being hung up in a place that is the center of the city's attention...

Such heinous acts are too numerous to recount!
Lu Yulong's hands, hanging by his sides, tightened slightly, and his knuckles made a soft grinding sound.

His aura was calm, his gaze fixed on Wei Feng's maniacally laughing face, carrying a terrifying sense of impending doom.

After a moment of deathly silence, Lu Yulong spoke. His voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard through the muffled roar of the generator.

"Wei Feng, I'll give you a chance."

He paused, each word as if chilled to the bone, “He crippled his meridians, then went to prison to reform.”

"This is your only chance."

This is not forgiveness, much less being soft-hearted.

Lu Yulong's chest was already boiling with murderous intent, like magma.

He wished he could tear this wicked disciple to pieces immediately to vent his hatred.

But not now.

At the top of the tower, Lu Guanghai, the son, and Lu Guangchen, the nephew, were on the verge of death.

Lu Yulong had to endure this excruciating pain; he needed to calm this heartless little beast down first.

After all, any slight provocation could drive Wei Feng to desperation and order the explosion, at which point everything would be irreversible.

Lu Yulong's eyes were unfathomable; all his scheming and murderous intent were suppressed beneath a calm exterior.

However, as soon as Lu Yulong finished speaking in a condescending manner, Wei Feng's wild laughter suddenly froze.

The next second, the veins on his forehead bulged out like writhing dragons.

Two rows of gleaming white teeth reflected a beastly glint in the bright light as he forced a twisted laugh from deep within his throat.

"Hehehe, Master, fifteen years have passed, and you are still so soft-hearted!"

Wei Feng suddenly stood up from the sofa, his muscular upper body casting a menacing shadow under the light.

"You still can't bring yourself to kill me? You really disappoint me!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly raised his foot and kicked over the coffee table in front of him.

The beer bottle shattered on the floor, its murky liquid splashing everywhere.

Amidst the chaos, Wei Feng tilted his head, scanning Lu Yulong from head to toe with the eyes of someone eyeing prey, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

"I just wonder, over the years, have your skills improved?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, each one laced with mockery, "Could it be that you're too old and useless by now?"

These outrageous and anti-Heavenly words were a slap in the face to Lu Yulong.

A traitor who was expelled from his master's school dared to question his master's martial arts skills in front of everyone!
This was no longer a simple provocation, but a ruthless trampling of Lu Yulong's lifelong martial arts dignity.

To Wei Feng's disappointment, Lu Yulong remained as unmoved as a mountain.

If this had happened a month ago, given Lu Yulong's usual fiery temper...

He was already furious and didn't hesitate to strike, determined to kill this rebellious scoundrel on the spot.

However, during this time, he had been cultivating his mental state under the guidance of his father, Lu Xuan.

"Jade Dragon, anger is the fire of the heart, burning others and burning oneself. True power comes from still waters that run deep, and all valleys return to it."

This is a rare opportunity for quiet contemplation and enlightenment.

Although it did not allow Lu Yulong to immediately reach the same level of composure as his father Lu Xuan, it planted a seed of tranquility in his heart.

Finally, ten days ago, Lu Yulong's state of mind quietly underwent a transformation under the guidance of Lu Xuan's vast and profound martial arts essence.

It was precisely at this critical point of forgetting oneself and the world, coupled with the true meaning of Lu Xuan's "Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to the Flow Fist" personally performed, that he achieved this.

The Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist technique that Lu Yulong had previously practiced suddenly became incredibly clear!
It is no longer a specific move, but the magnificent artistic conception of "embracing all rivers and containing all valleys" contained in the fist, which is the highest realm of the perfect integration of power and mind.

"Boom—!" It was as if an invisible barrier had been violently breached within Lu Yulong's body!

Having stagnated at the level of perfecting Dark Force for many years, he now stepped into a completely new world—Transformation Force—like a river bursting its banks and water flowing into a channel, without any obstruction!
A far purer and more refined aura silently emanated from Lu Yulong's body.

It's not that it's intimidating, but rather that it's a profound and restrained quality.

A master of the Transformation Realm possesses a unified and harmonious aura, with all the pores of their body capable of opening and closing to release internal energy.

The essence and spirit of the fist are concentrated and unified, enabling it to strike from a distance and take a life from ten steps away.

If one reaches the pinnacle, their vital energy can surge to a distance of up to a hundred paces, making it as easy as taking an enemy's head from a bag.

The mystery of this state lies in the subtle control over one's own power, with energy flowing throughout the entire body.

To reach the level where not a feather can be added, not a fly can land, and the cicada senses the autumn wind before it even blows. Looking at the martial arts world of China, those who possess hidden strength are already considered masters, but those who can step into the level of transformation strength are all martial arts geniuses, one in ten thousand, with both exceptional talent and comprehension.

Each one of them is a martial arts master capable of founding a school and influencing the landscape of a region!
After breaking through to the Transformation Realm, Lu Yulong not only experienced a surge in martial arts prowess, but also made up for his final weakness in mental state.

At this critical moment——

"Shh!"

A piercing sound suddenly tore through the heavy air, faster than any normal person could react!

Wei Feng's lips curled into a cruel smile, and he stomped his right foot with tremendous force.

The rough cement ground beneath my feet caved in instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks spread in an instant.

Amidst the shattered rubble, a bullet-sized block of cement was stirred by his hidden force.

It shot out with a terrifying speed surpassing that of a bow and crossbow, tearing through the sky and heading straight for Lu Yulong's face!
This attack was ruthless and vicious, and came without warning.

Before the pebbles even arrived, the sharp, gust of wind already swept over him, ruffling Lu Yulong's white temples.

Faced with the flying debris that resembled bullets, Lu Yulong's gaze remained calm as still water.

He did not dodge, but slowly raised his right hand.

The moment Lu Yulong raised his hand, the air behind him seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, twisting and spinning violently to form a visible vortex!

The air currents howled, converging wildly around him, as if there were an invisible void in the world, trying to absorb all things and bring them back to a single point.

This is precisely the manifestation of the true meaning of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist after he stepped into the Transformation Realm—to gather the momentum of a hundred rivers and contain the power of ten thousand valleys, all for my use!
"Bam—!"

A deep, thunderous explosion resounded throughout the arena!

Centered on Lu Yulong, a visible ring of air suddenly spread outwards.

Several elite guards who were closest to the scene, even though they were fully armed, were knocked back by the brutal impact, their faces behind their tactical helmets filled with horror.

At the center of the shockwave, Lu Yulong's right sleeve was shattered into pieces, fluttering like butterflies.

His calloused hand still gripped the cement block tightly, with wisps of lime powder fluttering in the wind between his fingers.

However, Lu Yulong's usually calm face gradually became serious.

One drop, two drops...

Crimson beads of blood were seeping silently from between his tightly clenched knuckles.

Blood dripped silently onto the cold, rough cement floor, spreading out in a glaring, deep red stain.

The defense of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy was actually broken by Wei Feng's seemingly casual hidden weapon!
A chilling coldness crept up Lu Yulong's spine.

He understood the weight of that attack better than anyone else.

With his cultivation as a Grandmaster of Internal Energy, he could unleash the true essence of the "Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to Flow Fist" and neutralize the impact of the siege crossbow bolts.

However, the penetrating power and destructive force contained in Wei Feng's seemingly casually kicked piece of stone were able to forcibly tear through his qi defense.

what does this mean?
This means that the absolute power Wei Feng unleashed at that moment had already surpassed his own!

This talent can only be described as "genius"; it is a once-in-a-century phenomenon, a monster born to break the shackles of the human body!

This little beast... has grown to such a terrifying level in the shadows unnoticed by anyone.

"Transformation Realm?"

Wei Feng tilted his head, as if he had seen something extremely ridiculous, and let out a series of sharp, strange laughs.

"Hehehe... Master, you old bones, you actually managed to touch the threshold of the Transformation Realm?"
"This is truly... quite a surprise to me, your disciple!"

He deliberately drew out his words, and his dark eyes showed no reverence for a Grandmaster of Internal Energy, but rather a playful and cruel mockery, like a cat catching a mouse.

In Wei Feng's eyes, Lu Yulong, the newly promoted Grandmaster of Internal Energy, was nothing more than an insignificant ant that had become... a slightly stronger ant.

Everyone could sense that this was not just an insult, but a blatant contempt based on an absolute disparity in strength.

Brilliant! Brilliant!
Beneath the masks of the guards present, every face was filled with disbelief and horror.

The surreal scene before them made even these elite guards, who had undergone rigorous training and believed they had seen all kinds of situations, feel that their worldview was collapsing.

The cement block that Wei Feng kicked out casually had a power that far exceeded the power of the standard-issue pistols in their hands!

If it weren't for the blood on Lu Yulong's palm and the shocking dent under Wei Feng's feet that he had seen with his own eyes, he would have been completely unaware of the danger.

They would never believe that a human body could unleash such terrifying power.

The immense shock nearly suffocated them, but the muscle memory and professionalism developed over years of training remained.

The dozens of gun barrels that were originally scattered and on guard now have seventy or eighty gun barrels clearly pointed at Wei Feng.

From the surrounding high ground, more than half of the sniper scopes had their crosshairs firmly positioned over his forehead and heart.

However, Wei Feng seemed oblivious to the sudden tightening of the death trap around him.

The manic smile on his face vanished quickly, replaced by a chilling calm.

The next moment, Wei Feng's gaze passed over all the gun barrels and fixed firmly on Lu Yulong.

The previous mockery and sarcasm had vanished from his eyes.

Instead, a near-tangible flame of greed, powerful enough to incinerate everything, took its place!

Is this the true essence of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist?

(End of this chapter)