49: Chapter 49 Advancement of the Mighty Dragon Fist, Martial Arts Golden Core

Ye started off quite nervous, but gradually discovered that the man in front of her had unbelievable stamina.

After throwing so many punches, even a man of iron would have worn his hands down, yet he still looked completely indifferent—he was a god!

In truth, she had misunderstood Zhao Feng; given Zhao Feng's personality, he would have long since lost patience.

Yet, under the pressure of the three bugs, he had actually entered a state of feeling like a fish in water.

In a trance, Zhao Feng felt as if he had become an Elephant-Footed Dragon, from the moment he broke out of his shell to learning how to walk.

From the first time he ate food to encountering the pursuit of a carnivore, until he grew into a strong, young Elephant-Footed Dragon.

Large ferns were felled by the Elephant-Footed Dragon, and every method of exerting force was profoundly perceived by him, as if it were instinct.

Ye watched Zhao Feng and grew anxious; this large Kelo People was her only savior!

Why was he acting like a madman now? The bugs hadn't even come, yet he was just striking randomly.

Furthermore, the muscles on his arms were bulging, and it seemed as if something was twitching beneath his skin, looking quite delicious.

Ye licked her lips, suddenly remembering something, and her mood gradually sank as the scene from just a moment ago remained vivid in her mind.

"Ye, don't look back, run! Find a place with wind!"

Her brother's roar seemed to still echo in her ears.

"Brother taught me how to eat meat, but he can never eat with me again."

"I will definitely live on with Brother's share, find lots and lots of food, eat until I'm full, and never worry about being hungry again!"

Lang Yan did not expect that in Ye's heart, he was already dead.

Of course, a minute ago, he had at least thought the same. If he hadn't found this miraculous place, perhaps he would never have been able to see his sister again.

He licked his injured arm, his wet fur making him look quite disheveled.

He, Lang Yan! Such a strong Wolfman, yet he couldn't even beat a single bug!

Lang Yan was young and hot-blooded after all; he sat on a rough, large white rock, thinking about how to kill the few bugs in front of him.

He didn't know if Ye had managed to escape successfully; for a young Wolfman of her age to run around everywhere was almost certainly a death sentence! Yet, the situation from just before had forced him to do that.

If he hadn't lured away the vast majority of the bugs, Ye would have died right then!

Anxious and restless, Lang Yan was only focused on gritting his teeth and thinking of a plan, failing to notice a faint, ethereal figure suddenly appear behind him.

This figure resembled an eight-armed spider-person, its entire body radiating an ethereal, spiritual light.

Yet this light was so strange; it could not illuminate the dark cave environment, but the bugs in the distance could clearly see it.

The bugs lay on the ground, relaxing all defenses, not daring to move a muscle.

"Huh?"

Lang Yan was surprised by the scene before him; the light was too dim, and even though he had adapted to such an environment, Lang Yan still could not see the emotion of reverence in the bugs' rapidly degenerating eyes; he only saw that the bugs had laid down.

While Lang Yan was stunned, the eight-armed spider figure threw itself at him.

Lang Yan only felt a chill at the back of his head; a shuddering cold air made his whole body icy, his limbs instantly unable to move, and he could only stare blankly while cursing inwardly.

This situation did not last long.

The cold aura gradually headed toward his brain, and suddenly, it was as if a window had been opened; all of Lang Yan's information from childhood to adulthood flashed through his mind, and then began to gradually disappear.

It seemed as if something was devouring his memories!

The memories were disappearing faster and faster; Lang Yan had already forgotten that he was the captain of the Wolfman infantry, forgotten that he came from the distant grasslands, and forgotten those brutal, helpless memories in his mind...

A figure that seemed to radiate a gentle Holy Light and maternal love walked over; it was a short Kelo People woman.

Her not-so-tall figure made Lang Yan feel such reverence; watching her walk over with slow steps, Lang Yan was instantly in tears.

"Mother!"

The kind woman did not answer, and she said in a gentle tone: "My son, remember, you are not a beast!"

"..."

"You are the older brother, you must protect your younger sister!"

"Yan Shi, my son, Mother will never see the day you grow up. Mother has to go! After Mother is gone, you must take good care of Ye; a brother must protect his sister well!"

"Ah!" Lang Yan let out a heaven-shaking roar, "I am the brother, I must protect my sister well!"

"Ye!" Lang Yan shouted loudly.

Ye, not far away, did not know that the brother she had thought was dead was actually still struggling hard.

Although she seemed to hear that it was her brother calling her, she was stunned by what she saw before her and did not react for a moment.

In Zhao Feng's body, streams of tingling heat were advancing toward the Dantian; some came from his waist and hips, some from his limbs, and the heat from all over his body broke through the barriers of his Meridians, advancing like a hot knife through butter, finally converging into the Dantian.

This was the method of practicing external martial arts from the outside in.

When external martial arts are practiced to the extreme, internal breath will appear, turning into internal martial arts.

Great Dragon Fist contained the artistic conception of spiritual power and was not just an external martial art; taking advantage of this Breakthrough in the level of his fist technique, he had actually condensed internal breath.

A Martial Artist's internal breath belongs to the product of developing the Treasure Trove within the body, known as the human body's small Universe.

Yet, Zhao Feng's Dantian already had an occupant: the evolutionary spiritual power from the great Universe. The intersection of the inner and outer Universe fulfilled the meaning of the unity of heaven and man, forming a huge change.

The internal breath entered the Dantian, mixed with the five-colored spiritual power, and while constantly infiltrating the spiritual power, it also kept rushing toward the central vortex.

When it reached the center, the surroundings seemed to suddenly become quiet, and in the blink of an eye, the Dantian suddenly emitted ten thousand rays of light.

While the Dantian emitted light, the nine small balls belonging to the Nine Palaces Visualization Method located at the Niwan also dropped, entering the Dantian along the Ren Meridian.

When the small balls also entered the vortex, a strange change occurred.

Spiritual power, internal breath, and Mental Energy gathered together, constantly merging, and finally formed a small, black-and-white blended ball.

Zhao Feng could sense that this small ball contained incomparably powerful energy.

When the small ball was formed, a vast Mental Energy suddenly erupted; the bugs wailed, and Ye also clutched her head and let out a loud scream!

"What is this?"

Zhao Feng was stunned; his current state exceeded the understanding of Qigong and martial arts, but it could barely be explained in terms of alchemy.

This black-and-white blended small ball, although tiny, was very similar to a Golden Core.

An ancient saying goes: "Once a Golden Core is swallowed into the belly, from then on, my fate is not determined by the heavens."

Zhao Feng's own small-sized Golden Core did not bring him such a huge change, but its improvement to his body was very considerable.

In the System's evaluation of living beings, there were no specific requirements for various aspects, only ranges; any living being whose Mental Energy or physical energy intensity was within this range belonged to this type of living being.

Mortal-Grade living being: zero to one hundred.

Spirit Rank living being: one hundred to nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine.

Immortal Rank living being: ten thousand to ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety thousand.

Saint-Grade living being: no evaluation.

Grandmist-Grade: no evaluation.

Of course, such data could not completely represent combat power; just like Zhao Feng's previous rating was a Spirit Rank living being, but his actual combat power could not reach it.

Because his mastery of his own body and energy was really too poor.

This Golden Core, mixed with internal breath and spiritual power, was not only converting energy at every moment.

Furthermore, the evolutionary force field contained within the spiritual power Origin was constantly optimizing the subtle parts of his body, and at the same time, it brought his rating to 220; it should be known that he was only 115 before.

Perhaps due to the mixture of the Mental Energy small ball formed from the Nine Palaces Visualization Method, Zhao Feng could truly perform internal observation.

A red heart, cyan liver, black kidneys, white lungs, yellow spleen—wisps of various colored auras gathered and disappeared upon them.

Black-and-white intertwined spiritual power was flowing through Meridians that were either thin or thick.

His spirit became stronger, and under the Heavenly Eye state, his range had reached ten meters away. His eyes, ears, limbs, and even every part of his body had their reactions enhanced several times over!

This was an all-around improvement!