Chapter 140: Internal Martial Arts, Rising Dragon Fist

"Snap!" With a crisp, sharp sound, Lin Le’s forceful slap landed heavily across Xie Dong’s face.

Xie Dong was sent flying sideways, crashing hard to the ground. His entire face swollen and red, he found himself unable to even scramble to his feet for a moment.

"You..." Seeing the miserable state of Xie Dong, Xie Xinglong couldn't help but frown, then looked at Lin Le with disbelief.

Xie Xinglong had assumed that by invoking the name of the Xie family, he would command a degree of reverence from anyone in all of Shangjing. He had never imagined that this unknown, greenhorn upstart would actually dare to lay a hand on Xie Dong.

"You brat, how dare you strike someone from our Xie family!" Xie Xinglong said in a frigid tone, as if in his eyes, the members of the Xie family were like the sun in the sky—untouchable by commoners.

"I struck him. So what?" Having seen the true nature of these people, Lin Le knew that reasoning was futile. Since that was the case, he couldn't be bothered to waste his breath and chose to let his fists do the talking.

Force cannot solve problems, but it can solve the people who cause them.

"You..." Xie Xinglong was stunned once more, shocked by the other’s utter lack of fear.

"Fine, fine, fine! Since you have no regard for our Xie family, I will show you exactly what our Xie family is capable of!"

As he spoke, Xie Xinglong’s expression hardened. With a sudden movement, he unleashed a punch toward Lin Le.

A resonant "Roar!" echoed out—the sound of a dragon's cry erupted from Xie Xinglong’s fist as he threw the blow.

Wrapped around his fist was a layer of white, tangible energy—a *qi* aura that formed the shape of a swirling dragon's head, encasing his entire fist and forearm. The dragon’s roar was actually the sound of this aura tearing through the air, creating a sonic boom.

Seeing this "Dragon-Head Aura," Lin Le couldn't help but furrow his brow.

Lin Le could tell that the opponent’s martial cultivation was still a long way from the Transcendent Realm; he was clearly incapable of true energy solidification. This Dragon-Head Aura was merely a manifestation of a specialized inner-energy martial art.

However, the opponent’s foundation and power were significantly higher than those at the same level—a testament to the expert guidance and rare tonics he must have received to build such a physical base. It stood to reason; as a scion of the Xie family, he certainly had the capital for it.

Although Lin Le could have easily taken the blow head-on, he had no intention of suffering such a hit unnecessarily. Seeing the punch coming, Lin Le pivoted, his feet shifting to dodge several meters away in an instant.

"Boom!" A dull thud echoed as Xie Xinglong’s Dragon-Head Aura slammed directly into the car door behind where Lin Le had been standing.

The steel car door was left with a deep, clear impression of a fist!

At the same time, with a loud "Boom!" the entire vehicle was shoved a foot sideways by the force of the blow.

Seeing this, Lin Le felt a flicker of surprise.

Although the opponent’s martial cultivation was only at the peak of the Small Achievement of Inner Energy, bordering on the Great Achievement, this Dragon-Head Aura had been honed to near-perfection, boosting his overall combat effectiveness several times over.

While Lin Le was unfamiliar with this specific internal martial art, he could see at a glance that it was no ordinary technique. It was a superior form of martial arts—far surpassing the "Arhat Heavenly Steel Fist" used by Guan Tianxiong.

The Xie family might be a wealthy clan, but they were not a martial arts family. A superior technique like this could only be mastered by those from high-ranking, inner-sect martial families. It was highly likely that the Xie family had spent a fortune to invite masters from such sects to teach this technique to Xie Xinglong.

Lin Le couldn't help but sigh. It was good to have money; even high-level martial arts could be bought.

Unfortunately, the Xie family’s inherent character was flawed. No matter how powerful their techniques, they were merely used for bullying and intimidation. To truly achieve greatness in the martial arts and become a true Grandmaster was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

At this moment, seeing their eldest brother in action, Xie Dong and Xie Ziyun were overcome with excitement.

"Brother Xinglong, beat him to death!" Xie Ziyun’s pretty face twisted into a hideous expression, reflecting her vicious nature.

"Slaughter that brat! Let him know the might of the Xie family!" Xie Dong, half his face still swollen, was filled with a burning desire to tear Lin Le to pieces.

Nearby, Qin Zhong spoke with a wide smile: "Rest assured, this 'Rising Dragon Fist' was personally imparted to Xinglong by Master Gongshu Ye. Xinglong has practiced it to near-perfection; even Master Gongshu praised him as a martial arts prodigy. Forget about this commoner with his amateur tricks—even a seasoned expert at the Small or Great Achievement of Inner Energy would likely be no match for Xinglong!"

Qin Zhong’s voice was filled with absolute confidence. Hearing this, Xie Dong and Xie Ziyun wore expressions of smug malice, already planning how they would torture Lin Le once he was defeated.

Xie Xinglong continued to unleash his ferocious Rising Dragon Fist, closing in on Lin Le with every strike.

With each blow, the dragon’s roar howled, causing the surrounding air to tremble violently, as if it were about to be shattered. The power was truly staggering.

Lin Le was genuinely impressed. It was indeed a superior martial art passed down from a great lineage; it was not to be underestimated. If this technique were in the hands of someone at the Great Achievement of Inner Energy, they might even be able to trade blows with a Transcendent Grandmaster!

Although Lin Le possessed the body of a Foundation Establishment expert, his knowledge of specific martial techniques was not as specialized as those from the inner martial sects. Encountering such a profound technique for the first time, he couldn't help but be amazed.

An idea crossed Lin Le’s mind: this Rising Dragon Fist was a rare and profound internal martial art. If he could master it for his own use, it would be quite a gain.

With this in mind, Lin Le stopped rushing to defeat his opponent, choosing instead to adopt a defensive stance, using the "avoid the heavy and strike the light" approach.

He knew that the true profundity of the Rising Dragon Fist did not lie on the surface, but within—the release of inner energy and the flow of *qi* that manifested as the Dragon-Head Aura. To learn it, he needed to observe the internal circulation of Xie Xinglong’s energy.

Lin Le projected his divine sense, enveloping Xie Xinglong’s entire body. He could clearly perceive the release of inner energy and the flow of *qi* throughout Xie Xinglong’s body every time he threw a punch. It was somewhat similar to thermal imaging, but far more complex.

One by one, the details of the Rising Dragon Fist were laid bare before Lin Le’s divine sense, being dissected and analyzed bit by bit.

"What’s the matter? Do you finally know the might of our Xie family?!" Xie Xinglong, believing that his relentless barrage had forced Lin Le into a corner and that he held the upper hand, began to gloat.

"Is this really all your Xie family is capable of?" Lin Le sneered, intentionally provoking him.

Lin Le wanted to force Xie Xinglong to push the technique to its highest level.

Sure enough, Xie Xinglong took the bait.

Enraged that Lin Le would dare to belittle the Xie family, Xie Xinglong flew into a blind fury.

"You brat! Killing you today will be no different than killing a stray dog. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?" A cold, murderous intent flickered across Xie Xinglong’s face.

Xie Xinglong believed that with his family's status and power, he could kill Lin Le in the middle of the street and face no consequences. He was determined to show this commoner the power of the elite.

"Go to hell!" Xie Xinglong roared, gathering all his strength.

A massive, deafening dragon's roar erupted.

A colossal Dragon-Head Aura, locking down the space within two meters, surged toward Lin Le.

With a thunderous "Boom!" Lin Le was sent flying backward by the massive force, crashing heavily into the mountainside behind him.