Chapter 101: All Beings Entombed, Battle Body of the True Dragon

Point against point, needle against wheat awn.
An invisible sliver of icy brilliance was shattered by Jiang Ming, unleashing a tidal surge of energy, vivid and terrifying.
“No divinity in the spear, all beings are buried!”
Spear Nine, seeing his attack fail, stomped his foot and shot a hundred meters into the sky. His spear hovered aloft, its aura peerless, as he activated his secret technique; immediately, countless spear energies filled the air.
Descending from above, it was as if a torrential rain or a meteor shower had fallen.
The spectacle was magnificent beyond compare.
“The mastery of intent…”
Jiang Ming looked up, eyes narrowing, his expression transformed.
Spear Nine had perfected the art of piercing intent, far surpassing Jiang Ming’s comprehension. “Is this a higher level of weaving?”
Weaving—his metaphor.
As with boxing: an ordinary punch cannot unleash one’s full strength, but a powerful technique can focus all force into a single explosive point. The highest mastery amplifies power, allowing a fraction to erupt with tenfold intensity.
So it is with intent.
Jiang Ming could at best utilize intent perfectly, but to exceed its power—he was not yet capable. Spear Nine, however, had achieved this with a single strike.
“Using spear technique to amplify intent, this path…”
His heart stirred.
The spear swept through the sky, seeming to divide the heavens, cleave the starry river, and sever earth from sky, distorting the many spear energies so they could not truly descend and attack.
Now, Spear Nine, head down and feet up, spear and man as one, attacked. The myriad spear energies rapidly fused into his spear tip, swelling his momentum ever greater.
“This strike is extraordinary, but it’s not enough!”
Jiang Ming frowned, responding with a spear from midair; space twisted around the tip, as if a black hole formed, blasting Spear Nine away.
The force of their collision spread, and another mysterious power surfaced on Jiang Ming, only to be immediately restrained.
Piercing intent—understanding, enlightenment.
“It’s time to end this!”
Having gained what he sought from his opponent, Jiang Ming lost interest in continuing. Throughout the battle, he had suppressed his strength; otherwise, formidable as Spear Nine was, he would not have lasted this long.
But the fellow was truly powerful.
“A sliver of icy brilliance, as distant as the horizon!”
Jiang Ming hurled his spear. In a flash, it traversed space, appearing suddenly before Spear Nine.
“Not good!”
Spear Nine was shocked.
His reaction was swift, yet he could not escape—his heart was pierced on the spot.
“You used intent alone to attack along the spatial veins, like a spatial jump, leaving me unable to react. Jiang Ming, among our generation, I acknowledge you as the strongest!”
“When the Federation’s decisive battle arrives, I will defeat you!”
Gripping his spear, Spear Nine stared at Jiang Ming, then his breath ceased, and he was teleported away.
Jiang Ming smiled and vanished from the battlefield, returning to his seat.
The spectators erupted in cheers.
It was brilliant—truly brilliant.
Piercing intent, yin-yang intent, spatial intent—this duel was even more exciting than the Federation’s past grand finals, more stirring to the blood.
“Incredible, I’m impressed!” Long Aotian turned, giving Jiang Ming a thumbs-up. “Spear Nine was overwhelmingly strong, yet you killed him easily. No, from the start, you could have killed him easily—why persist so long? Only against Qin Zhiyan did you linger; all other opponents, you crushed in a snap.”
“He wanted to thoroughly understand the traits of piercing intent. Isn’t that so, Brother Jiang?” Lan Xin interjected.
“Indeed!” Jiang Ming admitted. “It was my first encounter with such an extreme power.”
“Extreme? Isn’t yin-yang extreme? Isn’t space extreme?” Lan Xin felt a pang in her teeth, then her brows shifted, “Throughout your battle with Spear Nine, it seems you never moved!”
“Never moved?” Long Aotian’s eyes bulged as he realized, grinning, “Damn, this isn’t just impressive—it’s utterly explosive, not even on the same level. If Spear Nine had realized…”
He glanced over.
Just then, Spear Nine looked their way; his face full of shock, then twisted, then grief and fury, finally sighing in despair.
“Clearly, he’s realized it!” Lan Xin suppressed her laughter.
“His expression was truly mercurial just now!” Long Aotian laughed, then was teleported away.
The next match was his!
Jiang Ming watched silently, his mind split in two, replaying Spear Nine’s spear path and pondering the intricacies of piercing intent.
Meanwhile, the duels continued on stage.
At last, Lan Xin became his opponent.
“Brother Jiang, please grant me a defeat with your full strength!” Lan Xin bowed, earnest and sincere.
The prospect of victory was too remote; far better to fight with abandon.
“Please,” Jiang Ming gestured.
He carried a longsword, his expression serene.
“Then I’ll give it my all, without reserve, and show Brother Jiang my true power!” Lan Xin declared, then unleashed bolts of lightning from her body, wrapping herself in crackling arcs.
Lightning radiated, extending dozens of meters.
A destructive aura struck fear into the heart.
“This isn’t simply lightning intent!” Jiang Ming’s pupils contracted—he instantly judged.
He himself had mastered lightning intent.
Intent alone could never produce such terrifying phenomena.
“Yes, I awakened the power of lightning!” Lan Xin gripped her sword, lightning spitting from its blade, its aura surging, domineering and boundless.
Her energy soared ever higher.
“An ability—lightning?” Jiang Ming was surprised. “With such power, why remain in the high school division?”
Those who awaken abilities are usually taken for specialized training; thus, such talents are rarely seen in provincial exams.
“My family believes that an ordinary student’s path shapes good character and deepens understanding.” Lan Xin smiled. “Besides, special training camps are excellent, but my family can provide equivalent conditions. So my cultivation isn’t slow—even my lightning ability is usually sealed.”
“Your family is truly enlightened!”
“That’s why I’m blessed, with many good friends! Brother Jiang, I won’t hold back!”
“Please.”
“Thunderblade Fury—Slash, Slash, Slash!”
Lan Xin leapt into the air; mid-flight, her sword unleashed more than thirty meters of blade energy, encircled by thunder, lightning flickering, like the descent of a thunder god.
A thunder god?
Jiang Ming watched, his gaze drifting: with a hammer instead, she’d look like a female Thor.
“Brother Jiang, you’re actually distracted!” Lan Xin, observing from above, felt a flame rise in her heart.
She was a martial artist who had grasped thunder intent—at the peak of the fourth realm.
She had also innately awakened the lightning ability.
Against Spear Nine, she nearly suffered mutual defeat, yet now she was being ignored.
Intolerable!
Her blade light suddenly contracted, condensing entirely onto the edge, making this slash terrifyingly potent; it was clear as day that the void was cleaved in two.
Jiang Ming opened his mouth to explain, then thought better of it.
Clang—
The longsword behind him sprang into his hand; with a stroke, it released sword energy that also flickered with lightning.
Moreover, the sword energy condensed into a humanoid lightning figure.
“Humanoid Lightning—Infinite Calamity!”
The sword technique unleashed a mighty pressure. The concentrated sword light transformed into a humanoid lightning figure, inspired by the secret realm’s humanoid lightning, which he had comprehended.
It contained wild, destructive power.
It was a variant evolution of Sword Sixteen.
As he executed the sword, countless waves of calamity converged, sending Lan Xin flying, landing far away.
Steadying herself, she looked at Jiang Ming with disbelief: “You’ve comprehended lightning intent—and perfected it? How is that possible? How much energy do you have?”
“No, no, that’s not it—you actually evolved humanoid lightning with your sword path!”
“That’s recorded in lore: in the secret realm, one who breaks the limit of power, forging a martial path through the ages, shattering a world’s seal, faces the trial of humanoid lightning!”
“Each humanoid lightning is the peak of a given realm; within the same realm, it’s impossible to defeat.”
“No, it can be defeated—but the odds are minuscule!”
“You evolved such a sword technique—does that mean you fought the humanoid lightning, and won?”
“Only by breaking the iron law, shattering the shackles, could you become so extraordinary!”
Lan Xin’s words grew faster, her expression shifting constantly, finally settling on admiration.
She was truly convinced.
“Brother Jiang, please instruct me!” Lan Xin bowed deeply, then lunged forward again, her sword charged with thunder, splitting mountains and moons, ferocious beyond measure.
Jiang Ming remained still, his sword weaving thunder techniques, constantly evolving humanoid lightning figures.
He understood her intent.
She wanted guidance; he gladly obliged, and simultaneously absorbed the wisdom and skill hidden in her sword path.
Their battle was spectacular, and the viewing stands and the outside world had long since erupted.
The City Lord’s Mansion.
“Yin-yang, space, water-fire, spear path, and now thunder—this boy is the ultimate prodigy!” Elder Song exclaimed, his face full of disbelief. “Most astonishing, he’s evolved humanoid lightning, infused with destructive power; his wisdom defies heaven.”
“Yes, he’s heaven-defying!” Elder Tang was shaken.
He had witnessed countless geniuses, but compared to Jiang Ming, they were nothing.
“It was my discerning eye—a single Foundation Pill created a true dragon!” Elder Tang boasted.
“Indeed!” Elder Song nodded. “Without your Foundation Pill to build his base and save time, how could he dazzle the world in the martial arts examination?”
“Even without me, he would soar!” Elder Tang retorted. “Such talent, such brilliance, is rare in a thousand years.”
“A millennium rarity!” Elder Song agreed. “I eagerly await his next performance.”
Not only he—
Countless others awaited.
Without realizing, the broadcast of Jiang Ming’s matches had dominated all one hundred and eight provinces.
This was truly fame won in a single battle.
On the battlefield.
Lan Xin attacked relentlessly, experiencing the subtlety of Jiang Ming’s humanoid lightning technique; the longer she fought, the deeper her mastery of thunder.
Jiang Ming’s expression grew curious.
“Though I’ve evolved humanoid lightning, with its terrifying destructive power and formidable path of annihilation, it’s only a single strike.”
“If only humanoid lightning could be preserved—like in the secret realm…”
“True qi given form!”
Jiang Ming’s spirit stirred.
It was a concept he’d seen in fantasy novels from his previous life.
True qi emerges from the body, forming a humanoid shape with a degree of sentience.
He shook his head.
It would be very difficult, even if successful, not something to achieve quickly—perhaps he could try it in the future.
Ultimately, Lan Xin was defeated.
Jiang Ming had only one match left, the most anticipated by the audience.
His opponent: Long Aotian.
Soon, he stood once more in the martial arena.
“Brother Jiang, may I ask—is there anything you cannot do?” Long Aotian inquired. “In previous matches, you used yin-yang to defeat talents without moving; against Qin, you employed water-fire and transmitted your teachings; against the peerless Spear Nine, you revealed spatial mastery, your power truly heaven-defying; with Lan Xin, you mastered thunder intent and evolved humanoid lightning, a world-shattering move.”
“Brother Jiang, we’ve become fast friends, haven’t we?”
“Can you instruct me as well?”
“I wish to advance further!”
“In the upcoming Federation finals, I’ll face all its geniuses—I need confidence!”
Long Aotian was filled with hope, almost obsequious.
He had lost to Qin Zhiyan, fought Spear Nine fiercely, but was narrowly defeated, though he shattered half of Spear Nine’s body.
In his words, he was countered.
He had bested Lan Xin.
Now, it was his last match.
“You truly wish it?” Jiang Ming raised a brow.
He realized that dueling these unique talents, especially those with distinctive strengths, allowed him to absorb vast wisdom.
Their combat experience, secret techniques, potent intents—all could enrich him.
As for being high-profile?
He cared not.
The Federation itself protected prodigies; anyone daring to act in secret would be instantly suppressed. The more gifted one was, the more valued, the more resources bestowed.
“Brother Jiang, do you have advanced attainment in the path of body refinement?” Long Aotian asked, hoping for a miracle.
To his shock, he received such an answer.
Though he wanted to curse—damn, is this guy human? I suspect he’s a reincarnated immortal.
Martial cultivation, heaven-defying; divine power, mastered, though depth unknown, certainly formidable; now, body refinement, with evident achievements.
This could no longer be called mere excellence.
Through successive battles, Long Aotian had displayed a terrifying path of physical strength—invulnerable, sword and blade could not harm, a single punch or kick could shatter mountains.
Jiang Ming knew well his physical prowess, yet said such words; what did this mean?
It meant at least he was not inferior!
“I do, of course I do—strength is safety!” Long Aotian grew even more eager. “Brother Jiang, if you help me advance, from today, I am your little brother!”
“A gentleman’s word!”
“Four steeds cannot chase it!”
“Haha, I accept you as my little brother!” Jiang Ming laughed. “Show me your strength!”
He straightened, and a plume of vital energy burst from his crown, reaching the heavens, then transforming into crimson light.
This was the outward sign of blood energy at its utmost concentration.
“I’m convinced—truly convinced! From now on, you are my Boss Jiang!” Long Aotian felt Jiang Ming’s blood energy, as crushing as an avalanche, as overwhelming as a tsunami, and was utterly shaken.
He took a deep breath, saluted, and accepted Jiang Ming as his elder brother.
It was well deserved.
“Brother Long, no need for formality.” Jiang Ming smiled. “Show me your true self!”
“Alright!”
Long Aotian’s body suddenly grew, reaching two and a half meters, like a small giant.
Horns sprouted on his forehead.
Scales covered his fists.
A wild aura exploded the air, stirring fierce currents.
Strength, dominance, invincibility, primordial wildness, supreme majesty—all gathered in one.
This was his True Dragon Battle Body.
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