Chapter 228: Dragon Elephant Technique

Long Bad Dao's figure turned into a afterimage, and the gust he raised made the candles inside the room flicker violently.

His goal was crystal clear: to snatch the Wooden Box clenched tightly in Jiang Feng's hand.

His five fingers curled like hooks, bearing fierce true Qi, about to touch the edge of the Wooden Box.

But Jiang Feng still stood where he was, showing no hint of panic on his face, only a faint smile.

Just as Long Bad Dao's finger was about to touch the Wooden Box, he slowly lifted his right hand and gently pushed his palm toward Long Bad Dao.

A vast, sea‑like palm force suddenly erupted, like a giant wave rising on a calm lake, surging toward Long Bad Dao in an instant.

Long Bad Dao's smug smile hadn't even formed when the sudden palm force struck him squarely.

He felt as if a charging water buffalo had slammed into his chest, an unstoppable force rippling from his arm through his whole body, his blood surging, and his steps uncontrollably stumbling backward.

"Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!"

He retreated seven or eight steps in succession, his back slamming hard against the wall with a muffled thud.

Long Bad Dao steadied his stance, covering his chest and coughing violently twice, the anger in his eyes instantly replaced by shock.

He stared intently at Jiang Feng, a strange glint flashing in his pupils.

"You... you are also a Grand Master?"

He finished speaking and shook his head again.

"No, that's not right! Your palm force appears plain, yet it contains an ever‑renewing power, nothing like the true Qi of an ordinary Grand Master! Moreover, among the younger generation of the jianghu, those who have reached Grand Master attainment are only the heirs of a few top families—I know them all, and I've never seen anyone like you! You kid, who exactly are you?"

He has lived for several decades and has almost seen every Grand Master in the jianghu.

But he has never encountered anyone like Jiang Feng.

Youthful in age, yet his strength is unfathomable, his palm technique bizarre and inscrutable, completely beyond his knowledge.

Jiang Feng gave no reply, merely shaking the Wooden Box in his hand.

A playful smile lingered on his face.

"Want to know who I am? Simple. If you can snatch this Beauty Retaining Pill from my hand, I'll tell you."

Those words were like a match, instantly igniting the anger in Long Bad Dao's heart.

He was never one to keep his composure; being toyed with repeatedly by Jiang Feng, he was now utterly furious.

"This kid actually dares to treat me like a stinking dog and play with me!"

"Truly hateful!"

Long Bad Dao's face turned iron‑blue; he snapped upright, and the blood surge in his chest instantly settled.

He fixed his gaze on Jiang Feng, roaring in fury.

"Kid, don't think a bit of strength lets you swagger before me! I hadn't used my full power just now, which let you get lucky! Now... be careful with me!"

As soon as the words fell, Long Bad Dao's whole body suddenly burst with dazzling Golden Light.

The Golden Light enveloped him like solid matter, making his whole figure appear as if a war god had descended.

Immediately after, a deafening Dragon Chant roared from within him, its robust, powerful tone as if a true giant dragon were coiling inside the room, shaking the roof tiles ever so slightly.

Jiang Feng's eyes flickered slightly, staring at the Golden Light on Long Bad Dao, his heart giving a sudden thump.

Dragon Elephant Technique?

This guy is actually practicing the Dragon Elephant Technique.

The Dragon Elephant Technique is an extremely mysterious top‑tier method, fierce and domineering.

When fully mastered, a single fist can wield Dragon Elephant Power, shattering stone and cutting metal with ease.

Combining that with the opponent's Dragon surname, Jiang Feng instantly guessed his identity.

This Long Bad Dao is a member of the Hidden Dragon Clan!

He recalled his master Xuan Yuan Zhenren once mentioning that the Hidden Dragon Clan is the legendary Dragon-Rearing Tribe.

The family has inherited a millennium of secrets about dragons, possibly even records concerning Kun Long.

But members of the Long Family have always been mysterious, rarely appearing in the jianghu; he didn't expect to encounter one today.

"Kid, cease your arrogance; now I will make you know my might!"

Long Bad Dao let out a roar, stamping his foot hard, and the hard Green Stone Slab floor instantly gave way, forming a shallow pit.

He flashed his form, lunging at Jiang Feng again; his fist sheathed in Golden Light, accompanied by the Dragon Chant, the ferociously extreme Fist Wind instantly swept the entire room, even the air struck a muffled thud.

"Well timed!"

Jiang Feng's gaze hardened, yet he remained unhurried and calm.

Facing Long Bad Dao's massive, heavy fist, he didn't meet it head‑on but lightly sidestepped.

Like a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, he evaded the direct edge of the fist.

At the same time, his right hand darted out, fingertips lightly tapping Long Bad Dao's wrist.

Long Bad Dao felt his wrist go numb; the force in his fist instantly leaked away by more than half.

Startled, he quickly switched from fist to palm, slapping toward Jiang Feng's chest.

But Jiang Feng moved even faster, his form as light as willow fluff, always evading his attacks by the narrowest margin; occasional blocks were merely a light push, easily dissipating his force.

For a moment, Golden Light flickered inside the room, the Dragon Chant never ceasing.

Long Bad Dao's attacks came as densely as a raging storm, each fist and palm bearing world‑shattering momentum.

The surrounding tables and chairs were swept by the Fist Wind, instantly splintering into wood chips, leaving the whole room a wreck.

Yet Jiang Feng remained effortlessly in control, a faint smile still on his face, as if he were not dueling a Grand Master but playing a simple game.

His occasional seemingly casual counters always precisely forced Long Bad Dao to retreat repeatedly.

Gradually, the anger in Long Bad Dao's heart vanished, replaced by intense excitement.

He hadn't encountered such an opponent in many years; the so‑called masters of the past were no match for his Dragon Elephant Technique and never piqued his interest.

But Jiang Feng was different, willingly battling him to the fullest, allowing him to unleash every move of the Dragon Elephant Technique without restraint.

"Thrilling! So thrilling!"

After Long Bad Dao was driven back by Jiang Feng's palm, he not only didn't get angry, but instead laughed heartily.

"I haven't fought this enjoyably in many years! Good kid, you really have some skill! You're far stronger than those useless ones who only hide under their family's protection!"

He has even completely forgotten that his original purpose was to seize the Purple Swallow Pill.

At this moment, his mind is entirely occupied with continuing the fight against Jiang Feng!

He actually wants to see just how strong Jiang Feng's power really is.

Just as the two were locked in an indecisive battle, at the dock of Jiangxin Island, a Black Awning Boat slowly came ashore.

Duanmu Ya respectfully stood at the side of the boat, carefully supporting an elderly man with graying hair and a blue Daoist Robe as he stepped off the boat.

The elder had crane-like hair and a youthful face; his eyes were clouded yet carried a hint of sharpness, and a faint aura of authority emanated from him—he was Elder Ge from the Yitian Pavilion Headquarters.

Elder Ge, upon stepping onto the dock, immediately furrowed his brows slightly.

"Hmm? What's going on? Why do I feel a Grandmaster-level battle aura on the island?"

As the de facto senior Elder of the Yitian Pavilion, his strength has already reached the Grandmaster Late Stage, making his perception of Qi fluctuations extremely keen.

Although the battlefield was still some distance away, the two powerful colliding auras still reached his perception clearly.

Duanmu Ya, upon hearing Elder Ge's words, instantly changed complexion and shouted out.

"Bad! Something's happened!"