This Is the True Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms

"Senior, your powers truly are unfathomable!"

Hong Qigong had never imagined Ye Zhuo's cultivation had reached such depths.

He had thought Wang Chongyang, one realm above him, was already impossibly strong.

Even if Ye Zhuo was stronger, how much stronger could he be?

But this godlike display shook Hong Qigong to his core.

Could Martial Arts Myths truly exist?

As for the Martial Arts Longevity Realm, Hong Qigong did not believe it existed at all.

To him, living two hundred years without aging or weakening was already a feat worthy of an immortal.

And the claim that a Martial Arts Myth could shatter a mountain with one punch was downright terrifying.

Hong Qigong was certain Ye Zhuo was a Martial Arts Myth!

Only a few years had passed.

Yet Hong Qigong felt as though he had spent the first half of his life lost in the mortal world, never qualified to touch true martial arts.

When the Nine Yin Manual first appeared, he had only just learned the fifteenth of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. He was formidable, but nowhere near unfathomable.

Even so, he had become a Peak Expert.

Now the appearance of the Martial Dao Longevity Art made Hong Qigong feel that martial arts had no end.

"Please teach me, Senior!"

"I won't teach you anything else. I'll only teach you the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"

Huh?

The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?

That was Hong Qigong's signature skill. He needed to learn other things, but certainly not that.

"Senior, I am the leader of the Beggar's Gang. Before thirty, I studied all manner of arts. After thirty, I devoted myself to the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and the Dog-Beating Staff Technique."

What Hong Qigong meant was that he had no need to learn it.

He hoped Ye Zhuo would instead shed some