Two incense sticks later.
San and his companions stepped out from the courtyard; it seed they had reached so kind of agreent with Dou Dajin, who no longer appeared angry.
Jiang Dali stood up, dispersed the surrounding Players, and approached San and the others.
"Master Jiang truly knows how to enjoy himself. You perford very well this ti. What reward would you like?"
The leading Little White-faced Envoy looked towards Jiang Dali, a look of praise on his face as he spoke, shaking a folding fan in his hand.
Jiang Dali pondered inwardly for a mont, then cupped his fists with a smile, "I, Jiang Dali, am but a simple man with no particular tastes. My only joy lies in practicing Martial Arts. Unfortunately, I have yet to learn any exceptional skills. I wonder if the Envoy might grant this wish?"
The Little White-faced Envoy nodded slightly, his eyes reflecting contemplation, "You are wise to know that power is the true capital. Since that is the case, I observe that your Cross Training Technique isn’t bad, so I will have San teach you a more formidable Cross Training Technique to reinforce it."
"San!"
The Little White-faced Envoy turned his gaze towards San, who stood nearby.
San, with a cold countenance, stepped forward and cast a glance at Jiang Dali. "What you’ve been practicing must be the Iron Cloth Shirt; however, it is rely the most basic form of Cross Training, offering reasonable protection against sharp weapons.
"Despite that, it is less effective against blunt force and Inner Qi strikes. I will pass on to you the Golden Body Skill."
"This Cultivation Technique will certainly enhance and complent your Iron Cloth Shirt."
As he spoke, San pulled out a thread-bound booklet from his chest and handed it to Jiang Dali as if he had long been prepared.
"Pity, it’s not the Powerful Vajra Finger or the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand bestowed upon ...but that’s to be expected, since secret techniques are not so easily obtained."
Jiang Dali felt a tinge of disappointnt but still accepted the Cultivation Technique from San, all under the envious gaze of Xiong Ba and boldly made further requests.
"Thank you, Envoy, for bestowing upon this Cultivation Technique. I wonder if the Envoy might have a suitable movent technique to impart?
"To be honest, I’ve often wished to contribute more to the Upper Gang, but unfortunately, my heart is willing, but the flesh is weak.
"What restricts most now is the lack of a powerful movent technique, so..."
"Enough," San interrupted, raising an eyebrow at Jiang Dali and sneering slightly, "You are quite greedy, aren’t you? Do you think these powerful techniques are cabbages to be handed out on a whim?"
"Envoy!" Xiong Ba nearly cried out in alarm from the side.
Jiang Dali was too unreliable.
He was already green with envy over a single Martial Arts skill awarded by the Envoy.
Yet Jiang Dali still wasn’t satisfied and dared to ask for more. This was truly audacity at its peak.
"However..." San glanced at the Little White-faced Envoy and then huffed at Jiang Dali, changing his tone, "It’s not impossible to teach you a Qinggong movent technique. If you’re so greedy, then try taking one of my claws. If you can withstand it, what’s the harm in granting you a Qinggong skill as well?"
No sooner had he finished speaking.
San burst forward suddenly. His garnts flapped without wind, making a rustling sound as if he were about to utter a monstrous cry. In a flash, his five fingers spread wide and viciously clawed towards Jiang Dali.
The attack ca out of the blue.
The shadows of the claws were fierce, accompanied by a sinister sound, exuding a fearso and terrifying montum alone.
Jiang Dali, facing the brunt of the attack, also changed his expression, "Claw Intent? No, it’s Montum!"
With his rich combat experience from a past life, he quickly regained his senses, shedding the vicious aura coming head-on, and his steps moved like a heavy plow, the yellow soil not only cracking but also being upheaved.
A fierce montum burst forth from him.
Iron Cloth Shirt!
His body suddenly grew a whole circle larger, his diaphragm filled with energy, his skin tense and drumming, cast in an iron hue, his muscles and tendons twisted like dragons and snakes, as he suddenly threw a punch.
"Open!"
Jiang Dali bellowed like rolling thunder, full of deadly qi, his fist seed to strike from all directions at once, and quickly hit a spot high up, his movents fast as lightning.
"I will capture you with one move!"
San remained unfazed, employing the Dragon Claw Hand with each move ruthless, designed to dislocate muscles and break bones upon contact.
However, the mont he touched Jiang Dali’s first punch, he felt as if he had grabbed onto an oil-sared rubber band, instantly struck by an overwhelming rebounding force that flung his hand away.
"Hmm?" The Little White-faced Envoy watching the battle uttered in surprise, sowhat taken aback.
San let out an incredulous shout, his fingers trembling, his claws sharp as little knives, striking again with force, desperately grasping Jiang Dali’s other wrist, only to have his entire palm numbed by the shock.
Upon closer inspection, the arm he grasped seed not to be human but rather thick, strong, with green veins twisting around the skin like iron chains, and chunks of steel-like muscle making the entire arm seem not of flesh and blood but cast in steel!
His five fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh of the wrist, barely penetrating the skin and flesh, failing to reach the bone.
"Amazing! Such formidable Iron Cloth Shirt!"
San was slightly moved, taking a deep breath, "To train the Iron Cloth Shirt to this extent is rare indeed. You truly have good natural talent, deserving enough for to teach you lightweight skills!"
With that, San released his grip, even though with a bit more strength, he could easily have torn Jiang Dali’s tendons apart, killing Jiang Dali was not difficult.
But clearly, the fact that Jiang Dali, with his re Inner Qi Realm strength, had caused his first execution of the Dragon Claw Hand to fail, had already earned his recognition.
"This ’Wild Goose Formation’ should suit you well."
San took another thread-bound book from his robe and handed it to Jiang Dali.
"Wild Goose Formation?" Jiang Dali was internally pleased.
Wild Goose Formation was indeed considered a good movent technique in the Mixed Martial Arts World, suitable for mid to long-range charging and attacking, capable of compensating for his shortcomings in mid to long-distance footwork.
However, San could casually produce thread-bound books from within his robe, as if he had many more secret manuals hidden inside, which made Jiang Dali quite envious, but he temporarily kept a ntal note of it.
The Little White-faced Envoy nodded, "Master Jiang, our lord is not stingy. Not only will we reward you, but the entire Black Wind Village will be recognized. Here’s one thousand silver taels for the developnt of the mountain village, please accept it."
The Little White-faced Envoy casually pulled out a stack of silver notes from his robe and handed them over with an air of benevolence.
"One thousand silver notes... So this is what the Upper Gang amounts to, I shall restrain myself for now."
Jiang Dali shook his head inwardly, but still thanked him outwardly for the stack of silver notes.
One thousand silver taels may seem a considerable sum during the initial period when players have yet to rise.
But as the players develop, one thousand silver taels really won’t amount to much, not even enough to purchase a famous weapon.
This Little White-faced Envoy talked generously, but in reality, they were treating them like bumpkins.
Nonetheless, Jiang Dali did not show any reaction for the mont.
Accept whatever is given, as for ulterior motives, he’d wait till he grew stronger with the Nine Yang Divine Skill before addressing it, not planning to always serve at the whim of so so-called lord.
For now, everything was just a temporary asure.
Next, Jiang Dali watched the two envoys converse briefly with Dou Dajin, and then both parties prepared to depart...
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