The fist blade hit the sword.
Golden-white light exploded, and the entire open space was illuminated as bright as day. The shock wave spread in all directions, flying away the scorched soil on the ground, and making the distant tree crowns make a roaring sound.
Zhong Shenxiu felt an irresistible force coming from the blade. His arms bent, his body leaned back, and his feet plowed two deep ravines on the ground. His whole body was pushed back by the impact of the punch.
One step, two steps, three steps... ten steps, eleven steps, twelve steps.
When his feet made the twelfth deep footprint on the ground, he finally stabilized his figure. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's blade was still trembling slightly, making a low buzzing sound. His hands were bleeding from the jaws, and the muscles in his arms were shaking uncontrollably.
Badi Holy Dragon did not pursue.
He stood there, the blades on his fists slowly dissipating, and the crimson lines on his arms gradually dimmed. The flames on his body converged layer by layer, shrinking from the outside inward, and finally disappeared into his body. The cluster of immortal flames on his forehead also quieted down, no longer surging, and just burned quietly.
The burning fighting spirit in his red pupils receded, replaced by the satisfaction and relief of an elder looking at a younger one.
"Young Master's strength has improved again."
Badi Holy Dragon's voice returned to calmness, as low as the muffled thunder rolling through the distant mountain stream.
Zhong Shenxiu stood up straight and put Light-Imperial Ninja Blade down from in front of him. His Dragon Fighting Form began to fade away, the dragon scales disappeared piece by piece into the skin, the dragon claws returned to normal palms, and the dragon horns on the forehead also shrank back. The molten gold vertical pupils slowly turned back to light gold, and the pressure of an apex predator also subsided.
He waved his hand.
"It's not even close."
Three words, not loud, but very clear.
Badi Holy Dragon did not retort, but nodded slightly, and his eyes stayed on Zhong Shenxiu for a moment. He saw that Zhong Shenxiu's jaw was still bleeding, and the muscles on his arms were still trembling slightly, but Zhong Shenxiu's standing posture was still upright, and his breathing had returned to steady after a few breaths.
One month.
A whole month.
There is no second person, no audience, no cheers, and not even an object that can talk in this deep mountain forest. There are only Zhong Shenxiu and Badi Holy Dragon, one is a human and the other is a dragon, repeating the same process day after day in this open space that has been plowed beyond recognition by flames and sword energy.
Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines through the tree canopy into the clearing, Zhong Shenxiu is already standing in the clearing. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade takes out its sheath, and the light of the sword draws a golden arc in the morning mist. Swing the sword a thousand times, two thousand times Times, three thousand times. Forward chops, diagonal chops, horizontal chops, tilting chops, and stabbings. Each action was repeated hundreds or thousands of times, until the arm was so numb that it could no longer hold the handle of the knife, until the blood from the tiger's mouth soaked the rope, until the angle, strength, and speed of each knife were precise to the last minute.
The battle with Badi Holy Dragon is not training, it is actual combat. Badi Holy Dragon will not let go. Every time he punches, he is serious, and every punch carries the intention of knocking down the opponent. Zhong Shenxiu was knocked down countless times, overturned by the wind of punches, sent flying by shock waves, and rolled on the ground several times by a punch. But every time, he would stand up, dust off his body, grasp Light-Imperial Ninja Blade again, and continue to charge forward.
When the sun set and the clearing fell into darkness, Zhong Shenxiu sat cross-legged on the cracked rock, running Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art. The energy of heaven and earth was absorbed into his body, polishing his body, tempering his blood, repairing the hidden wounds left by the day's battle, and at the same time slowly improving Soul Power.
In this numb training every day, Zhong Shenxiu was able to regain the feeling he had when he was Light Fighting Dragon Warrior in the dream!
The sword is in hand, the dragon is in body, and the eternal treasures of heaven and earth are under control.
That kind of feeling can't be regained by practicing hard in seclusion, but by swinging a knife countless times, being knocked down countless times, pushing oneself to the edge of the limit countless times, and then crawling out of the desperate situation and cutting it out with one knife after another.
Zhong Shenxiu took a slow breath.
The breath was very long, slowly exhaled from the chest, and condensed into a white mist in the cold morning air. The white mist slowly dissipated in the air, just like the last traces of the battle on him also dissipated.
He sheathed Light-Imperial Ninja Blade.
The moment the blade sank into the sheath, there was a light and crisp sound of metal friction. The golden light faded from the blade, and the entire blade lay quietly in the sheath, like a beast with its fangs retracted.
Zhong Shenxiu lowered his head and glanced at the Light-Imperial Ninja Blade in his hand.
This knife was condensed with clear golden light. The blade was slender and sharp, and the purple rope handle was still stained with the blood that oozed from his tiger's mouth. He held it for a month and swung it, slashed for a month, and used it to block thousands of Badi Holy Dragon punches.
But he knew that he was still unable to use this sacred weapon to unleash its true power.
Light-Imperial Ninja Blade is the sacred weapon of Ultimate Phantom Dragon in ancient times in Dragon Fighting Plane. Its blade is a solidified beam of light, and its edge is a stream of light that cuts through the shadows. Its power depends on how much light the person holding the sword can control.
Zhong Shenxiu's current Soul Power is level 43. The explosive power under Dragon Fighting Form can barely withstand Badi Holy Dragon's offensive, but it is still far from being able to truly unleash the power of Light-Imperial Ninja Blade.
"Badi Holy Dragon, you can go back first."
Zhong Shenxiu's voice was calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
Badi Holy Dragon nodded.
His figure became a little illusory at this moment, with a faint light flowing on the red armor, and the bright flame on his forehead swaying slightly.
"Waiting for your call the Master."
As the words fell, Badi Holy Dragon's body began to turn into red light. Instead of dissipating, it gathered together - starting from the limbs, from the ends to the center, the red light seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, compressed, condensed, and converged.
He turned into a red light.
The red light shot out from where Badi Holy Dragon was standing, flying very fast towards Zhong Shenxiu's chest. The moment the red light entered the chest, Zhong Shenxiu's body shook slightly, as if something in the chest was lightly touched.
That's the entrance to Dragon Fighting Plane.
Dragon Fighting Card Box was lying quietly in Dragon Fighting Plane inside Zhong Shenxiu's body. Twelve Star Dragons's shadow slowly moved on the surface of the card box. The red light transformed by Badi Holy Dragon disappeared into it and returned to his place.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there, raised his hand and touched his chest.
Through his clothes, he could feel the skin on his chest heating up slightly, which was the residual warmth left by Badi Holy Dragon after his return. Dragon Fighting Plane was running quietly in his body, like an independent small world, carrying those dragons who were willing to follow him.
He put down his hands and looked outside.
The mountain forest is still the same mountain forest, and the trees are still the same, but most of the morning fog has dissipated, and the sun shines through the gaps in the tree crowns, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground. The mountains in the distance reveal their outlines in the morning light, rising and falling in layers, extending toward the sky.
Zhong Shenxiu's eyes crossed the mountains and looked farther away.
It's time for him to go back.
The vacation is over.
A month of hard training in the mountains, a month of wielding swords, fighting, and meditating, a month of silence and loneliness, until today.