Chapter Fifty Reflections and Summary

  Ning Chong dodged the giant python's attack and floated to a safe distance, carefully observing the snake. The python was as thick as a water bucket at its waist, at least 50-60 feet long, with a huge mouth and red eyes, much stronger than any of the demonic beasts Ning Chong had seen before.

  At this time, the giant python was also spitting out snake letters, staring at the white-robed youth in front of it.

  The giant python, a ferocious and mysterious creature, has always had an innate ability to sense danger far more keenly than humans. It sensed an extremely dangerous aura on Ning Chong's body. But this was its territory, and the Blue Yuan Flower was the spiritual medicine it had been guarding all along; naturally, it wouldn't let him leave.

  Hiss!

  Spitting out snake letters, a giant python raised its head towards Ning and let out a threatening hiss.

  For the Blue Yuan Flower, Ning Chongzhi must get it! He let out a cold hum, unfolded his body technique, and pounced towards that giant python.

  The giant python saw Ning Chong's initiative to attack, and it couldn't help but get extremely angry. It suddenly stirred up a strong gust of wind, opened its bloody huge mouth, and bit towards Ning Chong.

  With a disdainful snort, Ning Chong decided to end the fight quickly. He stomped his foot on the ground and with a loud "whooshing" sound, he sprang up swiftly and nimbly, raising his fist high.

  "Shut up, you beast!"

  A loud rumble of thunder sounded, and Ning Chong used the "Rolling Stone Cannon" move without hesitation, punching the giant python's jaw with a fierce blow.

  That strength of over 20,000 catties was no joke. With one punch, the sound of cracking bones could be heard, and the upper jaw of the giant python was smashed by Ning Chong's fist, becoming a bloody mess.

  But the python didn't let out a miserable cry, because its bloody big mouth was indeed closed under Ning Chong's punch, and it couldn't make any sound.

  This giant python is the overlord of this area, by nature, although it has suffered a great loss and been injured, it is not afraid at all, but instead provokes its ferocity, becoming even more furious. Its head was smashed to the ground by Ning Chong, its upper jaw injured, and it can no longer use its bloody big mouth to attack, so it swings its long, giant tail, planning to swing Ning Chong out of the air and break his tendons and bones.

  A person in the air, Ning Chong had long since prepared a follow-up move, not fearing at all, accurately grasping the timing, his right palm left behind a residual shadow, already rapidly wiping towards the hilt of the long sword on his back.

  "Draw Sword!"

  The sword was drawn without a sound, but the long sword still came out of its scabbard, moving at a speed faster than lightning, transforming into a thin thread of condensed sword light that pierced the python's head in the blink of an eye.

  Hmph!

  The long sword mercilessly pierced through the python's forehead and nailed its head to the ground.

  That huge python's body convulsed violently once, without making a sound, and in an instant it stopped moving completely, thoroughly dead.

  "Hiss... Refreshing! This giant python is probably a high-ranking demon beast of the first rank. If it were me in the past, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have had the chance to escape. Now, however, I can easily hunt and kill such a demon beast with ease. My strength has indeed improved by leaps and bounds compared to before! Hmph, just you wait and see, Ning Xing, those petty people in the family who have humiliated me, I will return the humiliation a thousandfold!"

  Within two moves, he solved the big python. Ning Chong felt joyful and excited in his heart, summarizing and thinking, but suddenly furrowed his brow.

  "I'm now making rapid progress in my cultivation, but due to the drag from before, I started too late and fell behind by at least four or five years compared to fellow martial cultivators of the same generation. My current cultivation level is still noticeably inferior to that of fellow martial cultivators of the same generation who are in the middle stage of the third tier of Martial Disciples."

  "Cultivation is very important, it's the main basis for determining a martial artist's strength. This is basic common sense in the world of martial arts. My cultivation at the middle stage of the third level of Martial Disciple is indeed low. Even among the outer sect disciples with some innate talent, they generally have at least the strength of a fourth-level Martial Disciple. And Ning Fan Yu, who claims to be the number one genius of the outer sect, had already reached the mid-stage of the fifth level when he hit me with that palm last time!"

  "However, although my current cultivation is still low, my strength is enough to fight across levels. When facing Ning Fangyu, I already have some confidence. But Ning Fangyu himself has exceptional talent in martial arts and has his family as a strong backing, with a large amount of resources at his disposal. Clearly, within half a year, he absolutely won't be stagnant, and his strength will definitely increase. So now I still don't have absolute confidence that I can defeat him!"

  "There are less than two months left until the Family Outer Disciple Grand Competition, I must seize this last period of time to rapidly improve my cultivation! Hmm...this actual combat experience feels about right, now is also the time for me to return home and cultivate in peace!"

  Ning Chong pondered in his heart, and at the same time he made a decision, he carefully picked the Blue Yuan Flower and put it into a jade box, then stored it in his spatial ring. Afterwards, he gathered up the giant python, and harvested useful materials such as snake gallbladder one by one.

  Just as Ning Chong finished collecting the giant python, a sudden and intense commotion from the east caught his attention. Without thinking much, Ning Chong immediately unfolded his body technique, slipped onto a large tree, hid his figure and aura, and cast his gaze towards the east to see what was happening.

  Standing high up, Ning Chong clearly saw that in the woods, seven or eight men were holding knives and swords, fiercely chasing and killing a young man.

  The young man was panting, covered in blood, and looked like he had reached his limit. He fled frantically, fearing that in a moment, he would be caught and killed by the seven or eight men chasing him from behind.

  It was just an ordinary jungle chase, Ning Chong didn't intend to intervene at first, but he soon furrowed his brow and anger surged onto his face - because he had clearly seen that the person being chased was actually Zhang Long of the "Brotherhood Mercenary Group"!

  After being with the Brothers Mercenary Group for nearly a month, they got along very harmoniously and everyone had already become friends. Ning Chong could even feel that being with the people of the Brothers Mercenary Group and Ning Jing was much happier than being in his own family!

  No matter what the reason was, Ning Chong was not a person who would sit idly by and watch his friends get into trouble. He stretched out his body and had already leaped down from the big tree.

  "Haha! That little brat, his legs are indeed fast! Unfortunately, daring to offend the Black Tiger Mercenary Group and Third Young Master, even if you escape to the ends of the earth it will be in vain!"

  In the midst of maniacal laughter, several burly men finally caught up from the front, raised their knives and swords, and hacked at Zhang Long, whose footsteps were already stumbling weakly.

  Zhang Long was actually injured early on and had almost no ability to resist, but relying on the advantage of his agility, he didn't know how many miles he escaped, making all the big men who were chasing him exhausted and sweating profusely, their hearts already filled with hatred for Zhang Long.

  At this time, the end was finally approaching, and the Han people were excitedly waiting for the next moment to see Zhang Long become minced meat under their swords, happily relieving their hatred.

  Escaping was futile, resistance had lost its strength, and even Zhang Long himself had given up hope, closing his eyes to await death.