The spiritual energy has revived, and all the exercises I compiled have been practiced.

Chapter 372: Life-threatening Fight
Iron head skill!
Vajra top!
Hard skull method!
Internal cultivation of the energy!

The entrance is at the top!

Thousand Needles Technique!
Wang Chao practiced a total of six internal and external martial arts on this part of his head.

Exercise the muscles, bones and skin externally, and practice one breath internally.

Qi, magic power, qi and blood, tendons, bones, blood vessels, skin, hair, every inch is incredibly hard.

The head of an ordinary person, except for the skull on top of the head, is extremely fragile and cannot withstand any damage. Once injured, the person will be disabled at best, or die at worst.

However, Wang Chao was not afraid at all.

His head would not be burned even if placed in magma at thousands of degrees.

It is useless to shoot at the eyelids, ear holes, or temples with a heavy sniper rifle at a distance of one millimeter.

The bullet can't penetrate at all and won't even leave a mark.

In some ways, when he was in the realm of magical powers, he was even more powerful than Kong Ji was when he had just achieved magical powers.

Of course.

It’s different now.

Kong Ji has re-established a solid foundation and is constantly absorbing the essence of various cultivation systems to enrich himself.

If his cultivation level could reach the level of magic power, he would be much more powerful than Wang Chao at this moment.

Before reaching the Ancient Dragon Realm, surpassing the pure-blooded True Dragon, this statement is not a joke.

Even a pure-blooded true dragon cannot achieve this level when it reaches the realm of magic power. It will still be harmed by guns and firearms. Therefore, even among the dragon clan, they dare not let a pure-blooded true dragon with insufficient cultivation come out to roam the universe, for fear of problems.

The number of pure-blooded true dragons is too small compared to the huge number of dragons in the system.

It is said that there are less than one million true pure-blooded dragons, and the rest of the dragons are mixed-blooded.

Of course, this is just a rumor. There is no concrete evidence, and no one dares to investigate. The dragon clan is also very secretive about it and never mentions it.

Facing Wang Chao's 'head', the speed was so fast that there was no time to dodge.

His original intention was to fight Wang Chao head-on, to use his superior cultivation and magic power to withstand ten of Wang Chao's punches and fight for a spot to be promoted to an inner disciple first.

At this moment, he immediately mobilized all his magic power, and the meridians in his body surged and roared like the tide, one wave pushing after another, continuously superimposed and applied to his fist, forming a magic palm, and suddenly pressed it towards Wang Chao's head.

Puff puff puff!

Tsk tsk tsk!

Like a balloon being popped, countless scattered torrents of magic power swept across the boxing ring, and the air flow exploded, making a violent scream.

Ba Ming's face changed and he looked at his palm.

I saw countless tiny blood holes on my palm, bleeding non-stop, and the magic power applied to my palm dissipated in an instant.

His palm was directly pierced by Wang Chao's hair.

Not only that, sharp streams of energy flowed into his body along his arms, rampaging through his body and rushing around, causing Ba Ming's blood to surge and his magic power to shake. His face turned pale and he retreated again, retreating to the edge of the ring, gasping for breath.

"how?"

Seeing this, Wang Chao did not continue to chase. He wiped the blood off his hair and gently grabbed it. His hair returned to its original state, no longer as hard as steel needles just now. His body also returned to its normal height of 1.8 meters.

"No problem."

Ba Ming waved his hands, kept regulating his breathing, took a few deep breaths, and the wound on his hand healed quickly.

The injury he had just suffered was not a serious matter. However, he also knew that Wang Chao had held back and definitely had not used his full strength.

Otherwise, it would not just be the palm, but the whole person would be pierced into a sieve by the energy that penetrates into the body, and the palm that takes the attack head-on would also be broken.

"You will have no problem getting promoted to an outer disciple now, I can guarantee that, but you are still a little short of being promoted to an inner disciple."

"It's already the fifth move. There are five left. Can you continue?"

Seeing this, Wang Chao gave enough time and asked slowly.

"Do you want to forget?"

An eight-bright senior brother walked to the edge of the ring and advised through the formation: "Senior Brother Wang is very powerful. You are probably no match for him now. If you continue to fight, you might get hurt. The outer disciples are not bad either. When you practice more advanced skills in the future, you will still have the opportunity to challenge and advance."

"You and I are both familiar with the rules of Jiyuan Xianzong. Every ten years, you can participate in the competition to advance to a higher level."

After hearing this, Ba Ming also knew that his senior brother was doing this for his own good.

But this senior brother forgot one thing. If Ba Ming can make progress, why can’t Wang Chao make progress?

The longer the time goes, the greater the gap between the two.

If he doesn't seize this opportunity now, let alone receiving the sect master's true teachings, becoming a direct disciple would already be the limit of his life.

"Brother, stop talking."

Ba Ming shook his head, stood up again, and said firmly: "You are right, but I have to consider whether this is my only chance to be promoted to the True Transmission in this life!"

boom!
It was like a switch was flipped.

In an instant, a violent blood mist suddenly spurted out of all the pores of Ba Ming's body. His face turned red, his eyes were red, and the hair on his body turned from black to red. His whole body aura was strong, and his qi, blood and magic power soared rapidly.

"Oh? Some desperate method of absorbing potential without caring about the future?"

Seeing this situation, Wang Chao's mind suddenly appeared with magical powers such as the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique and the Blood Burning Technique.

This kind of magical power is often based on damaging one's own foundation, and is used when in desperate situations to turn defeat into victory.

The damage is extremely severe and will have a profound impact on the future of the practitioner, even at the cost of one's lifespan.

"Okay, okay, you not only have the courage to face death and fight to the death, but you are also smart enough." Wang Chao laughed: "It seems that you took a gamble and thought that the injuries caused by this extreme burst technique would not be a problem in the Jiyuan Xianzong."

"I have to say, you made the right bet!"

Wang Chao transformed again, his body grew to more than two meters tall, as hard as a diamond, his muscles bulged, and he once again showed a terrifying demon-like posture.

Ba Ming opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of blood. His teeth were stained red with blood, revealing a crazy and bloody smile.

"Brother Wang, I'm sorry!"

Before he finished his words, his figure flashed and suddenly appeared beside Wang Chao. His speed and strength were several times stronger than before, and they were incomparable.

Suddenly, he swung his right hand and lashed out like a whip.

Wang Chao swung his fist to block.

The two men's moves collided with each other, fist to fist, and a violent whirlwind of air blew around their bodies. The sound of explosions like a string of cannons roared like thunder.

Boom boom boom boom!
There were five explosions in succession.

The boxing ring was already filled with blood mist, and no one could see clearly.

When the sound slowly died down, the aftermath of the fight between the two men dispersed the blood mist, and the scene inside slowly revealed itself.

(End of this chapter)