Chapter 636 - 405: Lu Yulong Breaks Through Transformation, The True Essence of Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist!

Chapter 636: Chapter 405: Lu Yulong Breaks Through Transformation, The True Essence of Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist!

Lu Yulong stood expressionlessly at the center of the ruins, coldly gazing at the arrogant figure on the sofa.

There was no trace of past friendship, only the piercing scrutiny like an ice pick, and undisguised murderous intent.

"If only I had known..." a chilling thought surged in Lu Yulong’s heart.

If time could be turned back, he would not have simply expelled this beast from his mentorship.

Lu Yulong would have personally destroyed Wei Feng’s martial arts and broken his legs at the first sign of unrest.

He would make him crawl through the mud like a real stray dog, never to rise again!

Regret only lies in the lapse of judgment years ago, considering the false ties of master and disciple, not being ruthless enough, giving this ungrateful wolf the chance to retaliate.

It led to today’s tragedy with Guanghai and Guangchen hanging helplessly from the high tower.

Thinking of the two bloodied nephews and his own son at the top of the tower, Lu Yulong’s chest burned like fire.

They are the outstanding bloodline of the Lu Family, his son Lu Guanghai was the heir he nurtured with care!

Now, they were humiliated by such torture by this bastard, in a place where the whole city could see...

Such heinous acts are beyond words!

Lu Yulong’s palm beside him slightly tightened, the joints making faint scraping sounds.

His aura was calm, eyes fixed dead on Wei Feng’s arrogant smiling face, with the oppressive feeling of an impending storm.

After a moment of dead silence, Lu Yulong spoke, his voice low yet distinct above the generator’s droning roar.

"Wei Feng, I give you an opportunity."

He paused, each word seemed tempered in ice, "Destroy your own meridians, then go to jail to reform."

"This is your only opportunity."

This was not forgiveness, nor was it mercy.

Lu Yulong’s chest was already boiling with killing intent like magma.

He wished he could immediately tear apart this rebellious disciple in front of him, to ease his heart’s hatred.

But now was not the time.

At the top of the tower, his son Lu Guanghai and nephew Lu Guangchen were in a critical situation.

Lu Yulong had to endure this heart-wrenching pain, he needed to first stabilize this mad little beast.

After all, any provocation might push Wei Feng to desperate measures, ordering a detonation, and then all would be irreparable.

Lu Yulong’s eyes were unfathomable, all his calculations and murderous intent forcibly suppressed beneath his calm exterior.

Just as Lu Yulong’s commanding voice fell, Wei Feng’s mad laughter abruptly froze.

In the next second, his forehead veins bulged like dragons.

His rows of white teeth reflected a beastly glow under strong light, squeezing out a distorted laugh from deep in his throat.

"Heh heh heh... Master, oh master, fifteen years have gone by, and you are still so merciful!"

Wei Feng suddenly stood up from the sofa, his muscular upper body casting a fierce shadow under the lights.

"You still can’t bear to kill me? It really makes me... thoroughly disappointed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly kicked over the coffee table in front of him.

Beer bottles shattered everywhere, murky liquid splashed around.

Amidst this chaos, Wei Feng tilted his head, scanning Lu Yulong from head to foot like a predator, his mouth curling into a cruel arc.

"I just wonder, over all these years, has your old master’s skills improved?"

He deliberately dragged his tone, each word dripping with mockery, "Wouldn’t it be... already useless with age?"

This outrageous defiance struck heavily upon Lu Yulong’s face.

A traitor expelled from mentorship dared to publicly challenge his master’s national martial arts skills!

This was no simple provocation, but a ruthless trampling of the martial dignity Lu Yulong valued throughout his life.

To Wei Feng’s disappointment, Lu Yulong remained as unwavering as a mountain.

If this had happened a month ago, given Lu Yulong’s fiery temperament,

he would have already raged like thunder, mercilessly struck out to ensure this rebellious disciple was killed there on the spot.

But during this period, he had been practicing cultivating his mindset under the guidance of his father, Lu Xuan.

"Yulong, anger is a fire of the heart, burning oneself and others, true power comes from the tranquility of deep waters, encompassing all valleys."

This was an invaluable insight from meditation.

Though it hadn’t instantly brought Lu Yulong to his father’s calm state of mind, it planted a seed of composure in his heart.

Finally, ten days ago, under the vast martial art guidance of Lu Xuan, Lu Yulong’s mindset quietly metamorphosed.

At this critical point of forgetting oneself, coupled with Lu Xuan personally demonstrating the "Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to the River Fist" True Intent,

The Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist that Lu Yulong had practiced abruptly became crystal clear!

It was no longer a mere set of moves, but a grand imagery within the fist intent, encompassing and accepting all, a supreme realm where power and mindset harmonized into one.

"Boom—!" As if an invisible barrier inside Lu Yulong shattered loudly!

The realm stalled at the peak of Dark Force for years suddenly flowed like rivers breaking their banks, effortlessly entering a new realm—Transformation!

A breath far more refined and harmonious than before, silently spread from within Lu Yulong.

It was not an intimidating aura, but a deep-seated restraint.

A master of Transformation, with the breath harmonious as one, pores all over the body can open and close to absorb and emit Inner Strength.

Fist intent and spirit concentrated as one, capable of striking from afar, taking lives ten steps away.

If one reached the peak, Qi Force surge could even extend a hundred steps away, seizing the enemy’s head as easily as reaching into a pouch.

This realm’s mystery lies in the mastery of one’s power to meticulous levels, force flowing through the entire body.

To achieve the realm where a feather cannot settle, flies cannot land, and the cicada senses the autumn breeze before it moves.

Looking at the National Martial Arts Community in Dragon Country, mastering Dark Force already classifies you as an expert, but those who can step into the realm of Transformation are unparalleled, one in a million, both talented and perceptive martial arts geniuses.

Each and every one of them is capable of founding their own school, influencing the schemes of an entire region as a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

After breaking through to Transformation, Lu Yulong not only saw his martial prowess surge, but also filled the last gap in his mindset.

At this critical moment—

"Swish!"

A piercing sound of breaking wind suddenly tore through the heavy air, faster than the limit of normal human reaction!

Wei Feng’s lips curled into a cruel arc, and his right foot forcefully stomped down.

The rough concrete ground underfoot concaved with the sound, and spiderweb-like cracks spread instantly.

Amidst the shattered rubble, a bullet-sized piece of concrete was propelled by his Dark Force.

It shot out with a terrifying speed surpassing a crossbow arrow, tearing through the sky, aimed directly at Lu Yulong’s face!

This strike was sinister and vicious, without any warning.

Before the debris arrived, the fierce wind had already blown into Lu Yulong’s frosty-white temples.

Facing the stone shooting towards him like a bullet, Lu Yulong’s gaze was calm as water.

He did not dodge but slowly raised his right hand.

At the moment Lu Yulong raised his hand, it seemed as if an invisible giant hand stirred, twisting and rotating the air behind him, forming a visible vortex whirlwind!

The airflow wailed, frantically converging around him as if an invisible abyss existed in the world, aiming to absorb everything into a single point.

This was the manifestation of the true intent of the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to the River Fist after he stepped into Transformation—gathering the strength of rivers, harnessing the power of valleys, all for my use!

"Boom—!"

A thunderous explosion like muffled thunder erupted on the scene!

Centered on Lu Yulong, a visible ring-shaped blast wave exploded outward.

Several elite guards closest to him, even fully armed, were knocked back staggering by this powerful impact, their faces under the tactical helmets filled with shock.

At the center of the air wave, Lu Yulong’s right arm’s sleeve shattered into pieces, fluttering like dancing butterflies.

His calloused palm still gripped that concrete block tightly, with wisps of cement dust drifting in the wind between his fingers.

However, Lu Yulong’s face, as calm as an ancient well, gradually became heavy.

One drop, two drops...

Bright red blood beads quietly seeped from the seams of his tightly gripped fingers.

The blood silently dripped onto the cold, rough concrete ground, spreading into glaringly red marks.

The defense of a Master of Transformation was actually breached by this seemingly random concealed weapon strike by Wei Feng!

A cold chill crept silently up Lu Yulong’s spine.

He understood better than anyone the weight of that strike just now.

With the cultivation of a Master of Transformation, motivated by the true intent of the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to the River Fist, he should be able to dissolve the impact of a siege crossbow arrow into nothingness.

Yet, this piece of debris, casually kicked by Wei Feng, contained penetration and destructive force strong enough to forcibly tear through his Qi Force defense.

What does this mean?

It means the absolute strength Wei Feng burst out within that instant has already surpassed his own!

This talent is beyond what "genius" can describe, it’s a monster born to break the shackles of the human body, rarely seen in a century!

This little beast... has long grown to such a terrifying extent within the shadows unseen by all.

"Transformation?"

Wei Feng tilted his head, as if he saw something extremely ridiculous, and let out a series of sharp, strange laughter.

"Kekeke... Master, you old bones can actually touch the threshold of Transformation?

It really is... quite a surprise for your disciple!"

He deliberately dragged out his tone, with eyes as black as coal that showed not a hint of respect a Master of Transformation deserved, but rather filled with the teasing and cruelty of a cat playing with a mouse.

In Wei Feng’s view, Lu Yulong, the newly arisen Master of Transformation, was nothing but an insignificant insect that turned into a... slightly sturdier insect.

Everyone could feel that this was not just humiliation, but also a naked disdain based on an absolute disparity in strength.

Wonderful, wonderful!

Underneath the masks of the guards present, every face was filled with incredulous shock.

This surreal scene in front of them caused these elite guards, trained rigorously and believing they had seen all kinds of scenarios, to feel their worldview crumbling.

The power of this piece of concrete kicked casually by Wei Feng actually far exceeded the standard pistols in their hands!

If not for seeing the blood on Lu Yulong’s palm with their own eyes, and the shocking depression under Wei Feng’s foot.

They would never believe that a human’s flesh and blood could erupt with such terrifying strength.

The immense shock almost suffocated them, yet the muscle memory and professionalism formed through years of training remained.

Originally dispersed for vigilance, dozens of gun muzzles now had seventy or eighty clearly aimed at Wei Feng.

On the surrounding vantage points, more than half of the sniper scopes’ crosshairs were firmly set on his forehead and heart.

However, confronted with the sudden tightening of the death lock surrounding him, Wei Feng seemed oblivious.

The manic smile on his face quickly vanished, replaced by a kind of unsettling calmness.

In the next moment, Wei Feng’s gaze bypassed all the gun muzzles, fixating firmly on Lu Yulong.

In those eyes, the previous ridicule and mockery had long disappeared.

Replaced by an almost tangible, all-consuming greedy flame!

Is this the true essence of the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to the River Fist?