Chapter 160 Secret Dead Angle, Desperate Dawn, Four Days Later

Qinggang City, Prison Dragon Villa.

Under the sunlight, in the backyard training ground.

Li Cheng颐, dressed in tight black practice clothes, stood silently facing the Prison Dragon.

The practice clothes were custom-made, with a structure similar to the fine scales of some fish, which could reduce friction, and were breathable, sweat-absorbent, and heat-dissipating.

The tight fit was to avoid interference from sleeves or trousers when practicing fighting techniques.

After all, the main focus of the Dragon Whisker Style was assassination, emphasizing a one-hit kill.

Therefore, any interference during the attack had to be minimized.

At this moment, Li Cheng颐 stood two meters away from the Prison Dragon, assuming the standard starting stance of the Dragon Whisker Strength fighting style.

The starting stance was very simple, just bending over, hunching, with hands held loosely, one high and one low, guarding the face.

It looked like a beast ready to pounce forward at any moment.

The Prison Dragon had often sparred with Li Cheng颐.

But this time.

He felt something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Just standing two meters away, he felt an inexplicable aura of danger constantly eroding his nerves.

Looking at the meticulous Li Cheng颐 across from him.

He felt that this student seemed to have grown taller since they last met. The muscle lines also seemed more balanced, without the previous expanding trend.

He had become more streamlined, strong and well-proportioned.

But

But why did his temperament seem to have changed so much?

The Prison Dragon stared intently at Li Cheng颐, only feeling goosebumps constantly rising on the skin of his face and arms.

It was like facing an open refrigerator.

"No use of Rou Qi (supple energy), just a simple exchange of moves, to give a demonstration to the newly initiated Xiao Jing. No problem, right?"

With doubts in his mind, the Prison Dragon temporarily suppressed his thoughts and looked at Li Cheng颐.

"No problem. Teacher, please go ahead." Li Cheng颐 replied.

"Then... be careful."

The Prison Dragon paused, and the strength of his whole body suddenly poured into his right arm from the bottom up.

*Bang!*

He stepped forward, his body like an arrow leaving the bowstring, striking out a palm, heading straight for Li Cheng頤's arm.

He thought he was already very fast, but...

*Swish.*

Li Cheng颐 lightly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the palm.

The two seemed to have rehearsed countless times, grasping it with extreme precision.

"???"

The Prison Dragon was stunned, but his hands did not stop, continuously chopping palms, repeatedly unleashing Rou Qi.

What he meant by not using Rou Qi only referred to Li Cheng颐.

But he could.

Otherwise, the two of them simply couldn't fight.

After all, he was an old man, and as he got older, he couldn't keep up with strength and speed without using the energy.

But now...

*Swish, swish, swish!*

Three times in a row, Li Cheng颐 accurately avoided the chopping palms by a hair's breadth.

For a moment, the two moved back and forth in the arena, without exchanging a single blow.

Zhuang Yi Jing on the side watched with rapt attention, thinking that this was deliberately part of the demonstration for her.

She was also dressed in tight black practice clothes, which completely outlined her hot figure.

However, to conceal the embarrassment caused by the overly tight fit, she also wore black soft protective pads on her chest and lower body, shaped like a bandeau and shorts, as concealment.

"Teacher is so amazing!! Strong! He's beating Brother Cheng so badly he can't even fight back!" she shouted, not knowing if she was adding fuel to the fire or what.

At this time, the Prison Dragon in the arena was suffering in silence.

He had exploded many times, and his physical strength was declining rapidly, but just two weeks ago, he could still force Li Cheng頤 into a flustered state.

But now...

What was with not being able to touch him at all!?!?

*Swish!*

The last palm missed.

He took two steps back, calmed his breathing, and acted like a master.

"Okay, the test state just now was good. Next, let's have a head-on confrontation, so that Xiao Jing can see the power of our Dragon Whisker Style."

"Okay, Teacher." Li Cheng颐 nodded calmly. As if the previous intense dodging was all fake.

This kind of terrifying physical reserve made the Prison Dragon's eyelids twitch.

The two returned to their previous distance again, resuming the confrontation.

They waited a full minute.

The Prison Dragon pretended to pose, condensing his aura, but was actually taking the opportunity to rest.

"Be careful!"

This time, in order to regain his old face, he decided to use a new ultimate move that he hadn't taught Li Cheng颐 yet.

As a traditional fighting style, the Dragon Whisker Style naturally couldn't only have the Zhuxing Longying (Stars Dragon Shadow) as a ultimate move.

As one of the assassination fighting styles, Zhuxing Longying was simply a technique of bursting Rou Qi and using hidden weapons.

Therefore, within the style, there was also a true ultimate move used in close combat.

The Prison Dragon slowly inhaled, mobilizing Rou Qi, allowing the strength to gather from his whole body towards his right arm.

But this time, it was not a simple direct explosion, but a special technique he used to precipitate and accumulate a portion of it.

Then, a second Rou Qi condensed.

The power, like a wave, gathered again on his right arm.

"Get ready!"

The Prison Dragon roared.

"This move... don't resist it head-on!"

*Bang!!*

In an instant, he stepped on the ground, blasting out a circle of dust.

His right hand was clenched into a fist, as if the muscles of his entire arm had swelled and enlarged a lot.

*Whoosh!!*

The violent wind brought out a sharp whistle.

The Prison Dragon threw a straight punch, bursting out with all his strength, hitting Li Cheng颐.

The power of this punch was still the Prison Dragon's limit of three tons.

But the difference lay in the area.

The area of Rou Qi outburst!

Under the same force, the smaller the area, the greater the pressure!

*Bang!!!*

The two faced off head-on.

Fist against fist.

Li Cheng颐 instantly felt that something was wrong.

This time the strength was the same as before, but the feeling it gave him was like a sharp knife, instantly piercing into the surface of his fist, easily defeating the power he had erupted.