Chapter 55: Dragon Martial Arts

  Early in the morning, the weather was fine and Wang City was bustling as usual. However, many people received news that this time's Wang City Martial Arts Conference had one more round, which was a competition with a disciple from the Wudao Gate. Only by defeating that disciple could one win the final victory.

  When Shen Xiang heard the news, he secretly cursed in his heart. He guessed that this must be what Shen Fu Rong had been looking for these past few days after leaving Wang City, and it was all to prevent him from winning the championship of the Wang City Martial Arts Competition.

  "Don't worry, it's impossible for him to be an inner disciple. Inner disciples don't have that kind of free time. I think he should be a relatively strong outer disciple, probably around the 8th level of Mortal Martial Realm." Su Meiyao said, she and Bai Youyou were both very familiar with the affairs within the sect.

  "It's fine this way, just don't let me down too much," Shen Xiang's heart rose with a surge of high morale.

  In front of the gate of the Medicine Family, tens of thousands of people had gathered. This was the final match, and it was a competition between two young junior brothers. Both were renowned young strongmen in their own right.

  Among the crowd, Shen Tianhu, Shen Yihan, and Shen Haohai were hiding among them. Each of them led fifty elite young men from the Shen family, ready to take action at any sign of trouble.

  Shen Xiang walked onto the central martial arts stage, and a burst of commotion erupted from the crowd.

  "He actually dares to come, I heard that the Yao family might take him down after his final match." someone exclaimed.

  "It's said that the disappearance of Yaojia's genius and elder has something to do with him, it seems like he was the one who killed them. The Yao family will use this as an excuse to deal with him." a middle-aged man said.

  "So young and yet so bold, just the other day he killed Yao Cong in front of Yao family's elder, having real power is great, can't be threatened by others." A young man said with a face full of admiration.

  "Of course, this world has always been one where might makes right; as long as you have power, you can have everything."

  “……”

  Listening to the discussions of many people, Shen Xiang knew that the Medicine Family had released a message to prepare for a showdown with the Shen Family. This was a signal, commonly used in struggles between forces, where some powers would release small messages to warn or threaten other powers.

  Not far from the martial arts arena, there was a tower where many people in luxurious clothes were seated. Beside them stood many maids and guards. At a glance, it could be seen that their status was not ordinary.

  "The emperor of Nanwu also came to watch the battle, to cheer on his own son, and it's said that many top-notch inner palace experts have come, all the imperial concubines from inside the palace have arrived."

  Shen Xiang's eyesight was so sharp that he could see the people inside the tower, and saw a middle-aged man wearing dragon robes, with a stern face and an extraordinary aura, who was the emperor.

  The imperial power is only superior to the common people, but for those powerful families, it's not worth mentioning. In their eyes, the emperor is just managing a country, making it develop in order, and not fall into chaos, so that they can gain benefits from the stable common people.

  The prince arrived, flying from the distant tower, wearing a magnificent red outfit, displaying his light and agile movements, landing on the martial arts platform, causing many women to scream in excitement.

  Shen Xiang secretly despised him and thought: "Let you show off for now, wait a moment, I will definitely beat you up so badly that even your emperor father won't recognize you."

  Song Nanming looked at Shen Xiang with a disdainful gaze and said lightly, "If you don't want to suffer some physical pain, it's still not too late now."

  Song Nanming certainly knew Shen Xiang's strength was not ordinary, but he was very confident that he could win.

  Shen Xiang looked at Song Nanming's face, full of arrogance and sinister intentions, and guessed that Song Nanming must have other despicable tricks up his sleeve. At this time, he had to be even more cautious, otherwise he would be secretly calculated.

  "Don't worry, I've got thick skin, what I'm afraid of is that when you hit me, your hand will hurt." Shen Xiang replied, and it was indeed the truth.

  "Hmph, you don't know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is." Song Nanming coldly hummed, intentionally raising his voice so that everyone in the square could hear.

  Seeing Song Nanming putting on airs, Shen Xiang secretly smiled in his heart. Without a certain amount of strength, it's useless to pretend no matter how hard you try.

  "Let's begin, and if anyone breaks the rules, you'll have to deal with the consequences yourselves!" said an old man in gray clothes. He wasn't from the Medicine House, but a martial artist of a higher generation, said to be a descendant of the founder of the Martial Arts Association.

  Song Nanming has already broken the rules, but there is no evidence, so Shen Xiang can't do anything to him.

  At first, Song Nanming took off the wide golden red robe outside. He was wearing a set of golden tight-fitting clothes and golden boots inside, looking rich and imposing.

  "Today, let you witness the martial arts of our Nanwu Kingdom's royal family, and let you see the power of Long Wu!" Song Nanming said, suddenly bursting out a strange aura all over his body, which was similar to Shen Xiang's Qinglong True Qi, but lacked a kind of ancient and majestic momentum.

  "Dragon Fist" is an ancient martial art, said to be passed down from the gods when a dragon transformed into a human and traveled among the people, imparting its knowledge of combat. When executed, it allows the practitioner to possess the same aura and strength as a dragon.

  That's just a legend, it's definitely powerful, but being as powerful as a dragon is hard to believe.

  As they saw the golden veins flowing on Song Nanming's fists, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. They didn't expect to see "Dragon Fist" with their own eyes.

  Shen Xiang narrowed his eyes, releasing his powerful and intangible spiritual sense to envelop Song Nanming's body. He could clearly perceive the flow of true energy within Song Nanming's body, while also secretly memorizing it in his mind. Then, he allowed his own true energy to circulate in the same way.

  "I didn't expect 'Dragon Martial Arts' to appear in this mundane world, you'd better learn it well." Su Meiying transmitted her voice to Shen Xiang.

  Shen Xiang had already learned it. At this time, Song Nanming was using a mysterious way of cultivating his internal energy to change the true energy inside his body and produce an even more powerful force.

  "Dragon Fist!"

  Song Nanming's punch was like a golden awn shooting towards Shen Xiang, his hands changing rapidly like eagle claws and fists, continuously pounding out, waves of golden aura shooting through the air, shaking the air, emitting bursts of sonic booms, violently colliding with Shen Xiang's chest.

  As the golden aura burst forth, Song Nanming appeared in front of Shen Xiang, his fists flying out at incredible speed, one after another, so fast that from a distance it seemed as if he had thousands of arms, and in the blink of an eye he had unleashed hundreds of punches.

  Every punch that Song Nanming threw out was a blast of air, and it would also produce an air explosion, causing the giant martial arts arena to tremble repeatedly, and the terrifying sonic boom was even more chilling.

  What left everyone stunned was not Song Nanming's display of Dragon Fist, but rather Shen Xiang's ability to counter his swift punches with his own fists, and still manage to look effortless.