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Since ancient times, the name "Shaking the Dragon Gate" has been associated with a legendary tale of slaying demons and establishing a sect, its origins deeply rooted in the heroic feat of killing a monstrous dragon that wreaked havoc on the human world.

That was not only the cornerstone of the rise of the sect, but also a symbol of glory that countless martial artists yearned for.

Now, the wheel of fate seems to have quietly turned, inadvertently tossing this ancient and mysterious gift into Ye Chu's palm.

Gazing at that drop of shimmering essence blood, an indescribable excitement surged within him—this was undoubtedly the blood of that legendary demonic dragon, extremely precious and extraordinary.

Ordinary blood is as vast as the ocean and can be easily obtained.

This dragon's essence blood is one in ten thousand, condensing the dragon's lifelong cultivation and the essence of heaven and earth. Even a dragon as powerful as this can only condense a few drops in its lifetime, which shows how rare it is.

It transcends all worldly things; it is a treasure bestowed by heaven and an unparalleled aid on the path of a martial artist.

Ye Chu's heart was like a lake tossed with a dazzling star, rippling with waves of joy. An overwhelming sense of elation quietly blossomed deep within his eyes, and he murmured, filled with disbelief and relief: "Such a heaven-defying treasure has unexpectedly fallen into my hands. Is this not a divinely ordained destiny? Fate plays tricks on people, how fortunate I am!"

Ye Chu pondered to himself, his thoughts racing like lightning.

"That bastard Chen Hua must want to wait until his Dragon Shaking Fist reaches its ultimate level before refining this demonic dragon's blood essence, so that his strength can advance by leaps and bounds."

"However, things in this world are unpredictable."

"Unfortunately, tonight I face a life-or-death battle; time is of the essence, and every second counts!"

"There's no time to properly digest this drop of demonic dragon blood; I'll just have to swallow it whole."

Ye Chu took a deep breath, his chest heaving as if boundless determination and perseverance were gathering within him.

He knew that at this moment, the only way to increase his chances of winning was to be unconventional and absorb the dragon's essence into himself as quickly as possible.

Therefore, he no longer hesitated and decided to take the most direct and brutal approach after a while—swallowing it whole. Although he could not fully appreciate its wonders, he could still gain a significant increase in strength in a short period of time.

Then, Ye Chu's gaze swept over the spoils scattered on the ground again, a more intense light flashing in his eyes.

Although this drop of dragon essence blood is already quite abundant.

Then Ye Chu took out the small storage ring that Chen Si had kept under his tongue.

It must hold countless unspeakable secrets.

A resolute glint flashed in Ye Chu's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he used an irresistible force to tear apart the ring's defensive mechanism.

With a soft cracking sound, the ring seemed to have lost all its restraints.

With a flick of his wrist, Ye Chu sent over a dozen metallic money vouchers fluttering down like falling leaves.

It shimmered with an alluring light under the lamp.

He slowly picked up a card, examined it closely, and a playful smile crept onto his lips.

Each of these cards is a unique, anonymous pass to wealth in the assassin world.

They are simple yet mysterious; simply by showing them to their owner, they can be exchanged for astonishing wealth and resources in the undercurrents of the black market.

Ye Chu gently exhaled a breath of stale air, sighing inwardly.

"It really is true what they say: a horse won't get fat if it doesn't eat night grass, and a person won't get rich if they don't get windfall gains."

This unexpected gain is perhaps fate's way of compensating him for his arduous journey.

Ye Chu gently stroked the ancient cover and slowly pulled out the manual titled "Shaking Dragon Fist," his eyes flashing with anticipation and awe.

This boxing manual bears the marks of time and the sweat of martial artists; each page seems to whisper tales of past glories and challenges.

This boxing style originates from the simple wisdom of the countryside and was originally a rough martial art created by farmers to defend against wild animals.

However, as time went by, it did not disappear into the dust.

Instead, it was discovered by a martial arts master who had a keen eye for its value, and it was carefully collected, organized, and refined.

This eventually resulted in a complete and incredibly powerful martial arts manual.

Until the legendary figure Chen Longtian appeared, he streaked across the sky like a comet, wielding the "Dragon Shaking Fist" as his sword to challenge the strongest being in the world. In that breathtaking contest, Chen Longtian single-handedly confronted and killed a sixth-tier demonic dragon that was ravaging the land, and his fame instantly resounded throughout the land, shocking the entire martial arts world.

This battle not only solidified Chen Longtian's status as an unparalleled powerhouse, but also gave him the grand ambition to establish the Shaking Dragon Sect. From then on, the Shaking Dragon Sect became a shining pearl in the martial arts world, attracting countless martial artists who came to learn the peerless fist technique that could shake the dragon's soul.

Ye Chu flipped through the boxing manual, each move and stance seemingly containing the grandeur of mountains and rivers and the stirring roar of a dragon.

This boxing style consists of six forms, each unfolding like a scroll painting, integrating the grandeur of nature into the fists and feet. Every move and stance can depict a myriad of phenomena in his mind, as if the breath of mountains and rivers and the melody of dragons' roars all converge in this small space.

As Ye Chu delved deeper into his study, he felt as if an invisible force was stirring within his body, a surge of blood and qi that condensed into a vortex.

Each fist technique, when practiced to a high level, will construct a constantly rotating vortex of energy within the body. These vortices are both the source of power and the embodiment of the martial artist's will. These six vortices advance layer by layer, resonating with each other, and ultimately converge into a vast and unfathomable internal force, leaving one in awe.

As Ye Chu reached the final chapter of the boxing manual, his eyes shone with an unprecedented light—a yearning for and awe of the highest realm of martial arts. He knew that once this boxing technique was mastered, the sixth move would be able to shake mountains and rivers, split rocks and open seas. Its terrifying power was beyond mortal imagination, enough to change the color of heaven and earth and terrify ghosts and gods.

"If it weren't for yesterday, when I saw the mysterious layout of the Qi vortex inside Chen Hua's body through the Qi Transformation Eye."

"I'm afraid that even if I spend my whole life, I will never be able to reach the very tip of the iceberg of his level."

"It's highly likely that he's just like Chen Si, practicing in a completely haphazard way."

With this in mind, Ye Chu no longer hesitated. He had long since memorized every subtle position where the blood and qi gathered to form the vortex.

At the same time, he also firmly engraved the essence of the first three forms of the Shaking Dragon Fist in his mind.

Time was more precious to him than any treasure at this moment; he had to seize every second and not allow the slightest slack.

"Time waits for no one; we must give it our all!"

Ye Chu made a vow in his heart, and then, without hesitation, he put a bottle of demonic dragon blood into his mouth.

The essence blood contained immense spiritual power and the ferocity of wild beasts; once it entered the body, it boiled like oil on a raging fire.

However, Ye Chu remained resolute and unmoved.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, circulating his internal energy to begin refining this foreign power with difficulty and determination.

At the same time, he moved slightly and slowly performed the first three moves of the Shaking Dragon Fist, following the fist technique he had just memorized.

The wind from his punches howled, creating gusts of air. Ye Chu's figure in the room appeared exceptionally focused and resolute.

Each punch is accompanied by a surge of blood and qi and a vortex of energy, as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is responding to his call, gathering at the tip of his fist to form a force that should not be underestimated.

As time went by, Ye Chu's aura became more and more steady, and his boxing skills became more and more proficient.

Under his guidance and refinement, the violent power within the dragon's essence gradually became his own, laying a solid foundation for his martial arts path.