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Suddenly, the sky seemed to split open with a roar, thunder rumbled, and the vast earth trembled, each tremor carrying a world-destroying power.

The shockwave surged out like a raging torrent, sweeping across the surroundings. Even the birds soaring in the sky were not spared. They cried out in alarm, their wings limp, and they fell to the ground, severely injured.

The Dragon Shaking Fist, an extremely powerful and fierce martial art, was displayed to its fullest extent by Ye Chu at this moment.

Its power was so great that it seemed capable of shaking the heavens and the dragons. With a single punch, the earth changed color, and a deep crater nearly a meter deep with sharp edges appeared. Cracks spread around it like a spider web, and its destructive power could still be seen dozens of meters away. It tore the once lush and green forest to pieces, leaving it devastated.

Faced with this devastating blow, the Black Demon Bear, though severely injured and with blood streaming from its forehead, became even more ferocious. It roared and launched another fierce attack, disregarding everything.

Those giant hands, covered in black scales, carried an indomitable spirit and madness, determined to destroy everything in their path.

Ye Chu staggered through the air, his arms tightly clasped in front of his chest, trying to withstand the overwhelming onslaught.

However, the residual power of the Dragon Shaking Fist was too terrifying. His face instantly turned ashen, and a stinging crimson stain spilled from the corner of his mouth. Like a hawk with broken wings, he was mercilessly thrown into the distance, tracing a tragic arc.

It finally crashed heavily to the ground dozens of meters away, raising dust and looking particularly desolate.

Ye Chu struggled, every tremor of his muscles revealing his indomitable spirit and hardship. He slowly propped up his battered body, his eyes flashing with an inextinguishable fire of survival, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this despairing place and continue his seemingly endless escape.

However, at this critical moment, from a dark place a thousand miles away, a cold, sinister light suddenly pierced the night sky—a poisoned blade containing endless killing intent and violence.

It carried with it a fierce wind that tore through the sky, silently traversing the air, its arrow spinning like a demon, carrying a resolute determination to completely devour Ye Chu.

The assassin who delivered the fatal blow curled a cold and satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

He knew that Ye Chu was already at his limit, facing the fierce and invincible Black Demon Bear in front of him and his own meticulously prepared, extremely powerful poisoned blade behind him.

Ye Chu's path to survival seems to have been completely blocked.

However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on the assassin. In that life-or-death moment, Ye Chu, who should have been on the verge of death, miraculously rose from the ashes like a phoenix, suddenly turning the tide of the battle.

His figure was no longer a flickering candle in the wind, but had transformed into the dawn before sunrise, his eyes sparkling with amusement and profundity, as if everything was under his control.

That smile, devoid of any pain, only pure mockery and unbridled joy, slowly unfolded before the assassin's astonished gaze.

He was completely transformed, like a war god returning from hell. There wasn't a single mark of injury on his body, only a violent and intense aura, like a volcanic eruption, soaring into the sky and shaking every inch of the surrounding air.

The white dragon spear he gripped tightly became an extension of his will, its sharpness fully revealed, precise and deadly.

The bayonet flashed coldly, piercing the assassin's arm in an instant. Blood spurted out, staining the night red and reflecting the flame of victory in Ye Chu's eyes.

"The fish has taken the bait!"

Ye Chu parted his thin lips slightly, his voice soft yet containing an undeniable air of authority and pride.

That wicked smile, like the brightest star in the dark night, was both eerie and alluring, sending chills down one's spine and making one feel sinister.

"you--!"

"How dare you scam me!"

The assassin's face contorted and distorted in an instant, as if a mask had been ripped off, and disbelief surged in his eyes.

He never expected that this seemingly young boy would possess such superb acting skills.

He was easily led into a carefully laid trap, and he himself became the biggest laughing stock in this game.

Driven by rage, the assassin's latent inner energy awakened like an angry dragon, surging and surging, and suddenly, an irresistible force erupted from his body.

He forcefully flung away the sharp bayonet that had accidentally pierced his wrist, which he had intended to use to retaliate, leaving a silver trail in the air.

"Dragon-Shaking Fist, unleash!"

Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Ye Chu's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he lowered his body slightly, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, and his aura condensed to its peak. Then, he threw a punch, a strike that condensed all his strength and will—the Shaking Dragon Fist, a combination of three styles, with unparalleled power!

The fist whistled through the air with a deafening roar, as if a giant dragon had been awakened, coiling out from the fist and rushing straight at the assassin.

"you--!"

The assassin's cry of alarm pierced the silence like an arrow; his eyes widened in disbelief.

Such a transformation in just one day is simply defying the heavens!

He silently savored the shock in his heart. Every word in the intelligence seemed to be given life, leaping and colliding—Ye Chu, that name, with the force of a thunderbolt, severed the glory of Chen Hua of the Shaking Dragon Gate.

Then the Dragon Shaking Fist manual, which symbolized supreme power, also changed hands.

However, what is most astonishing is that in just one day, Ye Chu not only mastered the essence of the Shaking Dragon Fist, but also cultivated it to a level that was comparable to Chen Hua's in life.

This was not just a leap in martial arts skills, but also the ultimate display of talent and perseverance, leaving everyone present feeling unprecedented shock and awe.

Time seemed to have lost its shackles in the face of this young man, and he made rapid progress, creating another legend in the history of martial arts.

The assassin's pupils reflected not only Ye Chu's confident and resolute figure, but also a deep sense of worry and amazement at the unpredictable future.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant!"

"Even at my worst, I am still a powerful expert who has taken a half-step into the Grandmaster realm. How dare you underestimate me?"

Seeing that his assassination attempt had failed, the assassin showed no sign of retreat. Instead, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he sprang up like a ghost in the night, heading straight for his target.

Ye Chu's lips curled into a cold smile, his composure revealing a hint of untamed spirit. He slowly raised his left hand, a faint dragon's roar seemingly echoing from his palm—the mighty Dragon Shaking Fist, poised to strike; while his right hand shot out like lightning, his fingertips forming a chilling white dragon spear, aimed directly at the assassin's heart.

"Thunderous Eight Trigrams—The Zhen Trigram Begins!"

With a low shout, a faint rumble of thunder seemed to echo between heaven and earth, and a powerful force surged from Ye Chu's body, resonating with the surrounding natural forces. This was the power of the Zhen trigram, the force of thunder.

For a moment, the air trembled, as if even the space itself changed color!