Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 352 - 0290: Wine Emboldens the Gallant Spirit! Battling for Three Hundred Rounds! (Additional - 11 for Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 352: 0290: Wine Emboldens the Gallant Spirit! Battling for Three Hundred Rounds! (Additional Chapter 11 for Monthly Tickets)_2

"Qiao Feng! Again!"

Jiang Dali bellowed a long howl and suddenly stepped on the ground, charging out wildly.

Roaring!! —

Soil exploded from the ground as he compressed the air beneath his feet into a wave, his entire body’s tendons and bones burst forth with the sound of a dragon’s chant, his agile movement flashed like lightning as he unleashed the Heavenly Dragon Seven Forms towards Qiao Feng.

"Strength!"

With a furious shout, all the destructive power focused into one point, gathering in his palm. His hand opened, fingers forming the shape of a dragon, and a vortex of airflow appeared on his palm, spiraling at high speed.

Cloud Dragon Probe Claw!

"What a peculiar palm technique!"

Qiao Feng was startled and forcefully suppressed the True Qi in his body that was nearly bursting out. Suddenly, his figure flashed, and his fingers clawed out.

Roaring!!

A Golden Dragon suddenly lunged out with its claws, fiercely seizing Jiang Dali.

Dragon Capturing Hand!

But in that instant,

Jiang Dali’s form impossibly accelerated in the midst of performing the Heavenly Dragon Seven Forms’ movement, turning into a dragon shadow that broke free from the Dragon Capturing Hand’s range and rushed towards Qiao Feng, clawing down.

In a split second, Qiao Feng suddenly twisted his waist, unleashing a pair of fists with the unpredictability of a specter, as if a wild bull was pushing the heavens, colliding fiercely with the palm Jiang Dali had sent out.

Arhat Fist!

Boom!!

Qi Force collided.

The ground trembled wildly like ocean waves.

Qiao Feng grunted, feeling a destructive force impact his body, and at that moment, a violent Absorption Force burst forth, attempting to suck away the True Qi from inside him. He immediately used a foot stomp combined with a palm strike to forcefully shake off Jiang Dali.

"Hahaha! Strong enough, strong enough! Come at me again!!"

Jiang Dali roared wildly, not giving Qiao Feng any chance to catch his breath. His body filled with the eruptive force of a volcano; the hot power was boiling furiously, desperate to burst out, and he pushed forward fiercely with both hands.

Boom!! —

Large swathes of the rain curtain were pushed aside like bullets by the overpowering Qi Force, shredding the surrounding tree branches and leaves to pieces.

A cloud dragon, as if composed of rainwater and fog, accompanied his figure in a flash, striking towards Qiao Feng.

"Come!"

Qiao Feng shouted, Left Rush and Right Burst, between his palms, converging golden dragon shadows, and he pushed out with both palms just as fiercely.

Roaring!!

Bang!!!

Both formidable Qi Forces collided head-on.

The dispersing Qi Force slammed in all directions, causing the ground to crumble and explode around them, scaring Azhu into a quick retreat as her concern for Qiao Feng grew.

Players watching from a distance were taken aback by the spectacle of the battle that had unfolded before them.

They felt as if they were witnessing two Barbarian Dragons clashing, turning rivers upside down, leaving the surroundings in complete disarray.

The Golden Dragon Palm Force roamed the forest like a hurricane, occasionally colliding with the wild and ferocious Palm Forces lunging from all directions like a swimming dragon, creating thunderous booms.

Qiao Feng became more and more terrified as the battle raged on, even suffering internal injuries from the opponent’s fierce Palm Force and destructive True Qi.

He had originally believed he could defeat the Black Wind Village Chief.

But now, the opponent had somehow used a secret skill, at least doubling the strength of his aura. Each punch and each kick were filled with terrifying force. As they clashed, he felt shaken to his core, his Qi-Blood in turmoil, unable to bear it.

Yet, even in such an intense battle, his underlying wildness and pride were thoroughly ignited, and with a long howl, he mustered all his strength in his palms and ferociously chopped down.

Roaring! —

The Golden Dragon roared!

Bang!!

Both men simultaneously staggered back.

Jiang Dali landed heavily, stomping a deep pit into the ground, his body steaming with heat, exhilarated and dripping with sweat.

He clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, and his arm hairs stood up like steel needles, his tiger-like eyes blazing like torches as he laughed heartily.

"Hahaha! What a joy! Never has there been anyone who could compete with me, Jiang Dali, to this extent head-on! Delightful!"

Blood oozed from the corner of Qiao Feng’s mouth. Hearing the other’s heroic words, he couldn’t help but be moved. He always enjoyed making friends with valiant heroes. From the first time he met Jiang Dali, seeing his mighty and imposing demeanor had stirred a sense of admiration. Even now, despite past grievances, including those deeply insulting to him, he was ready to laugh them off and drink dozens of bowls of strong liquor together.

Moreover, this man had, inadvertently, saved Azhu.

As for the words of the Leader, given this man’s age and style of conduct, he likely meant to provoke him on purpose.

Immediately, Qiao Feng also burst into laughter, suddenly pulled out a wineskin from his bosom, popped open the sealing, and tilted his head back to drink heartily; then with a "Ha," he suddenly turned his gaze toward Jiang Dali.

"In my life, Qiao Feng has fought hundreds of battles, but never before have I met a warrior as fierce and unparalleled as you. Today’s battle, regardless of who wins or loses, I must invite you, such a valiant man, to a rousing drink! Come!!"

Swoosh—

He tossed the wineskin, which swiftly flew toward Jiang Dali.

"Good!!"

Jiang Dali caught it with a laugh and tilted his head to squeeze the wineskin.

In an instant, as the wineskin collapsed, the liquor shot into his throat like a piercing arrow, a surge of intense pleasure rising instantly from within.

Jiang Dali threw the wineskin with a mighty howl, "This little bit of liquor isn’t satisfying enough! Qiao Feng, don’t fool me with this little drink; I still want to battle you for another three hundred rounds!"

"Come!!—"

Qiao Feng, too, was brimming with pride, the spirit of the strong liquor inciting a long howl from him, his palms circling as his momentum instantly climbed to its peak.

Roar!!!

A series of dragon roars suddenly exploded in the air! The tremendous sound waves crazily echoed.

A yellow dragon fiercely collided head-on with Jiang Dali’s relentless palm force that seemed to grind the very air, causing it to burst.

Clang!!!

Their attacks collided in mid-air.

The Golden Dragon and the immense Golden Bell Shield shook and shattered simultaneously, with a violent roar, as if the whole world trembled at their impact.

Boom!

The powerful forces transmitted to their hands in an instant.

Qiao Feng’s body bent backward, his feet sinking half a foot into the ground, plowing two shocking, meter-long trenches into the earth like a rake, his face flushing red.

Jiang Dali also grunted, feeling a tremendous tremor in his arms as the qi force surged through his body, nearly spewing a mouthful of Reverse Blood.

But at that moment, the skills in the user interface, including Mighty God Fist and other Martial Arts, vibrated intensely, increasing rapidly in proficiency.

"Hahaha! Again!!"

Bang bang bang!

The wild sounds of impact shook the mountain forest, and Qingshi Bridge also could not withstand the momentary clash of their figures and collapsed with a thunderous crash.

In the distance, the sound of thunder was like the dull beat of a drum, ceaseless, as if encouraging the mighty battle between the two.

After shouting more than a dozen times, unable to stop them, Azhu had to find cover to protect herself, to prevent Qiao Feng from being distracted by her.

In her heart, she prayed for Brother Qiao to win, to be safe and unharmed. She was angry and annoyed at the overbearing and martial-obsessed Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali, yet felt helpless. She resented that she wasn’t as well-versed in Martial Arts as Miss Yu Yan and couldn’t help Brother Qiao in the slightest at this moment...

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(Extra update! Today has already reached 8,000 words. More updates to come tonight! Keep those recommendation tickets and monthly tickets coming! As long as I have the strength, I’ll keep updating.)