Chapter 88 Uncle?

  It seems this old man's strength is far more terrifying than I imagined!

  In the midst of his internal energy, the old man's palm wind suddenly condensed into a substantial flame, a huge burning hand that rushed straight towards Chen Dashi.

  Chen Daxing only felt that the air around him suddenly became much hotter, not daring to be slow for a moment, immediately jumped back a step, and slightly stomped his horse's hooves.

  Rising Dragon Fist!

  "Roar!"

  A loud roar mixed with a dragon's chant that shook the eardrums, the thick inner energy transformed into an unmatched fierce aura, following Chen Daxing's sudden punch, pouring out along Chen Daxing's arm.

  A nearly two-zhang-long dragon-shaped aura, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws, roared towards the giant flame palm.

  "Rumble!"

  A deafening explosion shook the entire courtyard, causing it to tremble violently. The dragon-shaped aura and the giant flame palm collided and annihilated each other, leaving behind only a series of intense shockwaves.

  Several flower pots in the flower bed were shattered, and the old tree on the edge of the yard was shaken to the point of collapse, with withered branches and leaves falling all over the ground. The bluestone bricks paved in the courtyard were lifted up one by one, and the scattered internal energy and aura turned into a mess of debris.

  The fierce impact sent Chen Da Sheng stumbling backward several steps, almost falling to the ground on his butt. His internal energy surged uncontrollably, and he felt an urge to vomit blood.

  "So strong!"

  He looked up to see that the old man had not retreated half a step, and with just a flick of his sleeve, he had calmed down the scattered aura. Chen Daxing's heart was filled with nothing but shock and terror. Was this really just one successful move? Had he been completely defeated by just one successful move?

  "Sheng Long Fist? Have you seen Deng Jiugong?"

  The old man put his hands behind his back, but his eyebrows were furrowed, and a pair of tiger eyes stared at Chen Dajie with an extremely overbearing tone.

  "Deng Jiugong?"

  Chen Dasheng was taken aback, wondering if he was talking about the Ninth Public Scatterperson. Listening to the old man's tone, it seemed that he wasn't the Ninth Public Scatterperson. Who could this old man be with such strong abilities?

  "Victory is not an excuse for arrogance!"

  Just then, a familiar voice came from the corner of the courtyard. Chen Dajie turned his head and looked over, instantly beaming with joy, "Sister!"

  It was Chen Xiaoli who came. Chen Xiaoli walked directly to Chen Dasheng's face and scolded, "Dasheng, don't be presumptuous in front of your uncle!"

  "Uncle?"

  Chen Daxing was suddenly flustered and involuntarily turned his face to look at the old man. Could this be the relative that his sister had mentioned on the phone? It didn't make sense, there were no relatives in their family to begin with, and even if this old man was a real relative, he shouldn't have started fighting as soon as they met, should he?

  Chen Xiaoli ignored Chen Daxing's confusion and turned around to ask the old man, "Uncle, are you okay?"

  Chen Dashi was speechless for a moment, this old man is so fierce, one success strength almost knocked himself down, what's going on? Not caring about himself, but instead running to care about others, does such a sister exist?

  Nan Gongmu gently shook his head, his eyes never leaving Chen Dasheng. "Xiao Li, is this your brother Dasheng?"

  "Yes, Uncle, this is my brother. This kid is mischievous and has offended you, please don't take it to heart!" Chen Xiaoli nodded.

  "It's nothing out of the ordinary, Uncle Wang just wants to test his skills!" Nan Gong Mu stroked his beard with a smile.

  "Huh?"

  Chen Xiaoli's face twitched upon hearing this, so that was what happened. Just now, she had heard a commotion from behind and rushed into the courtyard to take a look, but hadn't expected Chen Daxing and Nan Gongmu to be fighting. She had thought Chen Daxing had recklessly offended Nan Gongmu and hurried out to mediate, lest someone get hurt by mistake.

  "Great victory, this is Uncle Gong, quickly pay your respects!" Chen Xiaoli turned to face Chen Dasheng, while speaking, she also frantically signaled with her eyes.

  Unclear, Chen Dashi wouldn't easily meet with him, let alone this old man had just beaten himself up. Chen Dashi said, "Sister, what kind of relatives do we have here? I've never heard of them?"

  "You haven't heard of it doesn't mean it's not there, Uncle Gong is from far away in the capital!" Chen Xiaoli frowned, looking like he was about to beat up Chen Daxing.

  Chen Dashi had no choice but to call out "Uncle" to that mysterious old man.

  Nan Gong Mu nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Chen Xiao Li with a puzzled expression. "Xiao Li, didn't you say that Da Sheng had just reached the Wu Shi realm? How did he become a second-level Wu Shi?"

  Chen Xiaoli was also stunned by the words and turned to sense Chen Daxing's aura, indeed, a solid second-level martial artist realm.

  A pair of eyes fell on Chen Dashi, wanting Chen Dashi to give a reasonable explanation. This guy had just called two weeks ago and said he had broken through the Wu Shi boundary, but now, in just over ten days, he was already a second-level Wu Shi. Even if he had been enlightened by a master, it wouldn't be this fast, would it?

  Chen Dasheng scratched his head and said, "Last Saturday, I accidentally broke through. Sister, I was just waiting for you to come back and ask about it. Does this count as the Martial Master realm?"

  Chen Xiaoli was momentarily stunned, this kid was completely a freak, actually cultivating to the realm of a second-level martial artist in such a short period of time. Even she herself couldn't be sure when she had reached that level, and she really didn't know what to say anymore.

  The breakthrough last Saturday, that is to say, from breaking through the Martial Master realm to breaking through the Second-Class Martial Master, Chen Daxiong spent only one week, less than ten days.

  Nan Gong Mu stroked his beard thoughtfully for a moment, "The inner strength is astonishingly powerful, it's likely already comparable to that of a 4th or 5th rank acquired martial artist. Can you tell Uncle, how did you learn that overbearing fist technique just now?"

  "Are you referring to the Rising Dragon Fist?" Chen Dashi asked, he had a set of Tai Chi Fist and a set of Rising Dragon Fist, just now when Nan Gongmu saw him demonstrating the Rising Dragon Fist, he was very surprised, Chen Dashi naturally thought that Nan Gongmu was asking about the origin of the Rising Dragon Fist.

  Nan Gong Mu nodded slightly, "That's right, the Sheng Long Fist is a secret technique of Deng Jiu Gong from Jiugong Mountain. Only his direct disciples know it. Could it be that you've taken Deng Jiu Gong as your master?"

  Deng Jiugong is the strongest person under the First Heaven, excluding the Four Great Pre-Heaven Martial Ancestors. His strength is only slightly inferior to that of Nangong Mu and others of the same generation, but unfortunately, he has not been able to break through the Pre-Heaven stage for a long time. However, in terms of his position in the Jianghu, Deng Jiugong is only slightly inferior to Nangong Mu and others.

  Nangong Mu was an extremely arrogant person. Although the Nangong family and Jiugong Mountain didn't have much grudges, in his heart, Chen Daxing was the successor of Chen Yunhe. How could he turn to worship another as a teacher? This kind of thing that deceives one's master and destroys one's ancestors, if Chen Daxing did it, no matter how talented he was, he would absolutely not be able to become the son-in-law of the Nangong family.

  Seeing the unpleasant expression on Nan Gongmu's face, Chen Dabing felt somewhat inexplicable, swallowed hard and said, "That boxing technique was picked up by me!"

  "Found it?" As soon as this was said, both Nan Gongmu and Chen Xiaoli were shocked. What a joke! The secret skill of Jiugong Mountain wasn't something that could be picked up casually like a cabbage on the side of the road.

  Chen Daxing nodded, "That's right, it was also last Saturday. The head of the Cao family brought a Taoist priest who claimed to be a great disciple of Jiugong Mountain, named Huang Jinshi, to Liu's house looking for trouble. I had a fight with that Huang Jinshi, and when they left, they dropped a manual of fist techniques. I picked it up afterwards!"

  "Is it really like that?"

  Chen Xiaoli's eyebrows gradually relaxed upon hearing this, and although Chen Dashi's explanation was circuitous, it ultimately made sense.

  Chen Dashi nodded, but what about Deng Jiugong? He hadn't even seen him before, how could he be his master?

  Nan Gong Mu looked at Chen Da Sheng with a strange expression, "You're saying that the martial art you picked up last Saturday, in just one week's time, you've already practiced the Rising Dragon Fist to the level I saw earlier?"

  Nan Gong Mu Ke is not a fool, even if it's an ordinary boxing technique, it would take a lot of time to practice for an ordinary person, and judging from Chen Da Sheng's punch just now, although it still looks a bit stiff, it's definitely not something that can be mastered in one or two days.

  Even if Chen Xiaoli had told him before that Chen Daxing might have been given a boost by a master, even with the boost, it could only be an infusion of power, and this practice of fist method depends entirely on one's own talent and aptitude. He has lived for so many years and has never heard of anyone being able to cultivate the number one fierce dragon fist in the world to such an extent within a week.