Ten years of dormancy: Starting as a martial arts master at the pinnacle

"It's done!"

Qi Mingxiu's eyes gleamed with joy as he used his inner energy to shatter the dog-beating stick in Li Changqing's hand.

The two exchanged blows for more than a dozen rounds, but he not only failed to gain the upper hand against the young man in front of him, he was instead suppressed by him.

Now that Li Changqing has lost his weapon, he can no longer use that evil Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

Qi Mingxiu's confidence soared, and he used the edge of his sword to block all of Li Changqing's escape routes, giving him no chance to escape.

In the distance, Qi Yuantao's eyes were red with excitement.

"My second grandfather is still the best!"

The two powerful figures from the Free and Unfettered Sect have fought to this point, and the details of their battle are too numerous to recount, as even they themselves don't fully understand it.

In the end, it was his second grandfather who used his sword to break the other party's dog-beating stick.

Although they had the advantage in weaponry, their victory was somewhat dishonorable.

But a win is a win.

Since neither side has restricted the use of weapons, his second grandfather has now gained the upper hand.

Whether the young man admits defeat now or struggles desperately, it won't change anything.

Lu Chuan, who was in charge of watching over Hong Fu Nu and Qing Da Ren, never took his eyes off the battlefield.

Hong Fu Nu was incredibly astute; she instantly realized that this was no ordinary matter.

Does this mean the outcome is still undecided?

From her perspective, Li Changqing, having lost his signature weapon, had no chance of turning the tide.

"His imposing aura hadn't dissipated yet, and Lao Qi underestimated him."

Lu Chuan had barely finished speaking.

Li Changqing, holding the broken branch in his hand, looked up at Qi Mingxiu.

"Are you so sure you won?"

"Or what?"

The sword in Qi Mingxiu's hand emanated a faint aura of true energy.

I wonder how this sword was forged?

When true energy is poured into it, there is no additional loss; on the contrary, it is enhanced.

If it weren't for this, Li Changqing's Dog-Beating Stick, infused with his true energy, wouldn't have been so easily broken.

"I'm really sorry, but I never said that our Beggars' Sect's only secret technique is the Dog-Beating Stick Technique."

Qi Mingxiu suddenly felt that a great danger was about to strike him.

What happened?

What does it mean that the Beggars' Sect's special skills are not limited to the Dog-Beating Stick?

Little did he know that Li Changqing had cultivated diligently for 10 years, and improving his cultivation level had never been difficult for him.

Li Changqing had never encountered any bottlenecks in his cultivation before, and he broke through them all naturally.

Originally, Li Changqing believed that he might be a chosen one.

Now it seems he was overthinking things.

His body was already very talented, and later he received the blessing of a hidden family and a royal treasure.

It was Qin King Li Yuanhao who did it, and he was not surprised at all by Li Changqing's strength.

That means that Li Changqing's talent was half innate and half acquired through planning.

There were no obstacles to improving his cultivation level, and Li Changqing spent most of his time studying martial arts.

At that time, most of the martial arts techniques that Li Changqing could access were common, mainstream styles. He could master them in just a couple of days.

Given Li Changqing's level of skill at the time, these martial arts techniques only served as a hint to him.

It does not help improve his own strength at all.

Since he couldn't obtain advanced martial arts skills, these basic skills were of no help to him.

Li Changqing simply chose to create his own martial arts.

The martial arts that Li Changqing created largely carried the characteristics of his memories from his previous life.

Although these martial arts techniques are not exactly the same as those in Li Changqing's memory, they are all essentially the same.

After all, their underlying principles have many similarities.

The Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Stick Technique was developed by Li Changqing.

That was his masterpiece when he was seven years old.

Of course, he also mastered another of the Beggars' Sect's unique skills.

However, the difficulty of this unique skill cannot be compared to that of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

It wasn't until Li Changqing was ten years old that this technique took shape.

Li Changqing had never used this technique before when fighting with others.

Today's opportunity is perfect; he can use Qi Mingxiu, who is right in front of him, as a practice subject.

Seeing that Qi Mingxiu had blocked all his escape routes, Li Changqing understood that Qi Mingxiu did not intend for him to find a suitable weapon.

Otherwise, he might not be so lucky next time.

"That's perfect!"

Faced with Qi Mingxiu's sword light, Li Changqing threw away the broken branch in his hand and directly reached out to grab it.

Qi Mingxiu saw that Li Changqing was exceptionally skilled and so young, and he did not want to antagonize him.

If it weren't for the sake of the Duke of Qi's reputation, they might already be drinking and making merry by now.

The outcome is now clearly decided between the two sides.

The other party, however, directly used his mortal hands to touch the precious sword in his hand, which could cut through iron like mud.

"What do you mean by this, sir?"

Qi Mingxiu instinctively pulled the sword back from his hand.

"It's nothing, Lord Qi, you don't need to take it to heart, and there's no need to hold back. As I've said before, my Beggars' Sect has another unique skill called the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Today, I, Chen Changfeng, will use my palm as a sword to witness the high skill of the Imperial Guard."

The spoiled brats of the Five Cities Garrison in the distance looked bewildered as they listened.

They heard every single word Li Changqing uttered clearly.

Why can't they understand these words when they are put together?

Is this person going to fight Qi Mingxiu bare-handed?

That was a Grand Imperial Envoy, a super powerful figure in the Free and Unfettered Realm.

He hadn't gained any advantage even with the weapon in his hand, and someone even destroyed his dog-beating stick.

Now, he's going to fight bare-handed?

Not only were those spoiled brats very surprised, but Qi Mingxiu was also extremely astonished.

He understood the young man in front of him less and less.

"Since you said it, then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll just remind you of one thing: this sword of mine was personally bestowed by His Majesty, and it can cut through iron like mud."

"That would be perfect!"

His internal energy surged and concentrated in his two arms.

Although Li Changqing's strength at this time was still at the level of the Free and Unfettered Realm.

But when Li Changqing used the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, even the people from the Five Cities Garrison could faintly hear strange sounds.

"Did you hear anything?"

"It sounds like a cow mooing!"

"It's the sound of a dragon's roar..."

The spoiled rich kids couldn't help but murmur curiously, wondering where the sound was coming from.

Qi Mingxiu knew everything perfectly well.

Li Changqing raised his hand again to meet the sword in his hand, and surprisingly, he was not at a disadvantage at all.

"You didn't even touch the sword; you just used your externally released internal energy to block it?"

Qi Mingxiu could see that Li Changqing's fingers had not actually touched his sword; they were at least an inch or two away from it.

Even so, his sword could not penetrate even a fraction of an inch.

"Dragon Claw Hand, Dragon-Capturing Skill!"

"Let go!!"

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