C5 The Eagle Claw Iron Shirt Great Completion

In the quiet of the room, once Daoist Priest Changbai had departed, Jiang Dao's brow furrowed in concern.

"Dad, could what he said be true? He wouldn't deliberately deceive us, would he?"

"True or not, he's our only option right now."

Jiang Dalong's expression was somber as he spoke, "Dao, stay put these next few days. I'm going to speak with the County Magistrate again today. I must convince him to let us evacuate the city. The Jiang family cannot perish here!"

Jiang Dao lapsed into silence, the weight on his shoulders growing heavier.

After breakfast, Jiang Dao sought out Pang Lin once more.

"Master Pang, are you versed in any other martial arts?"

"Other martial arts? Young Master, have you given up on the staff technique?"

Pang Lin was momentarily taken aback, then seemed to grasp the situation.

Jiang Dao was a young master unaccustomed to hardship. The rigors of martial arts training were daunting. Having attempted it, would he really have the resolve to continue?

Pang Lin assumed Jiang Dao was simply weary and wished to switch to a different martial art. After pondering, he responded, "My expertise in other martial arts pales in comparison to the Crazy Staff Technique. It's my signature art, honed over many years. Each move is imbued with profound insights. Master it, and there's no need for lesser martial arts."

"Master Pang, could you teach me any Inner Force or Heart Technique?"

Jiang Dao inquired.

"Inner Force or Heart Technique?"

Pang Lin looked surprised, his expression turning curious. "Young Master, I'm not sure where you've heard about these arts. They're not easily mastered. Nearly no martial artist I know practices them."

"They say that only the major sects possess these arts. Within those circles, they're highly prized, accessible only to sect leaders and the like. Some have spent fortunes in silver and still failed to acquire such knowledge."

"I see," Jiang Dao said, a hint of wistfulness in his tone.

Yet, it was precisely these arts he aspired to learn one day.

At the very least, he would come to understand that Inner Force existed in this world.

"Master Pang, are there distinct realms among martial artists?" Jiang Dao inquired abruptly.

"Indeed, warriors are categorized by different realms. However, in Hengzhou City, the significance of a warrior's realm isn't as pronounced, given the scarcity of martial arts practitioners there. In the central region of the Ye Dynasty, martial arts are stratified into several levels, namely Body Tempering, Blood Boiling, and Divine Power," Pang Lin elaborated with care.

"I've dedicated 38 years to mastering the Crazy Staff Technique, and yet I find myself in the intermediate stage of Body Tempering. My maximum strength reaches 200 kilograms. In Hengzhou City, I'm regarded as a first-rate master, but I fear I may never advance beyond Blood Boiling in my lifetime!" Jiang Dao was taken aback by this revelation.

Body Tempering, Blood Boiling, Divine Power. It was astonishing that Pang Lin was merely at the intermediate stage of Body Tempering and still considered a top-tier master in Hengzhou City. What did that mean for him? Without a doubt, he was far stronger than Pang Lin.

"Master Pang, are you aware of any martial arts that rival the renown of the Crazy Staff Technique?" Jiang Dao queried.

"Other martial arts?" Pang Lin pondered before responding, "Within the Jiang family, there are two individuals with commendable martial skills, both recruited by the patriarch in recent years. They've made quite a name for themselves in the martial world, though their techniques fall slightly short of the Crazy Staff Technique. One is Faang Biao, who practices the Blood Shadow Saber Technique, consisting of seventy-four moves. The other is Wang Xing, practitioner of the Eagle Claw Iron Shirt."

The Blood Shadow Saber Technique and the Eagle Claw Iron Shirt caught Jiang Dao's attention. With the acquisition of these skills and the system's assistance, his strength would be unmatched.

"Thank you, Master Pang," Jiang Dao expressed his gratitude before departing.

Given the high regard for Jiang Dalong, it didn't take long for Jiang Dao to locate Faang Biao and Wang Xing. These two were the foremost leaders among the Jiang family's servants.

Jiang Dao implored them to teach him their martial arts, and they swiftly consented. They figured Jiang Dao wouldn't stick with the training for long, so they indulged him as if they were merely humoring him in play.

As the day unfolded, they imparted all of their martial arts knowledge to Jiang Dao.

After witnessing their martial arts demonstration just once, Jiang Dao's panel displayed the two new techniques.

That evening, he retreated to his room and set about enhancing the two martial arts. In under thirty seconds, his power surged, mirroring the prowess of sixty years' practice in the Blood Shadow Saber Technique and Eagle Claw Iron Shirt.

His panel underwent another transformation:

Name: Jiang Dao

Power: 1.5

Speed: 1.3

Spirit: 1.2

Martial Arts:

Crazy Staff Technique (Sixty years later) (Immutable)

Blood Shadow Saber Technique (Sixty years later) (Immutable)

Eagle Claw Iron Shirt (Sixty years later) (Immutable)

In a flash, his mind was flooded with information, and his physique morphed, his muscles bulking up as though he had indeed endured decades of rigorous training. The Eagle Claw Iron Shirt significantly bolstered his frame.

Jiang Dao, already muscular, now sported even more defined musculature. A dagger thrust at him would meet the resistance of stone.

"Great Completion, once more!" Jiang Dao was astounded by his own capabilities—achievements beyond the reach of an ordinary lifetime.

In all of Hengzhou City, there was no doubt that Jiang Dao stood unrivaled as the preeminent master.

Yet, as he pondered his panel, a question arose: "Is it possible that I can only achieve the results of sixty years of training in these martial arts, and not a hundred?"

Abruptly, a fierce hunger panged in his belly, accompanied by a wave of dizziness.

"I'm famished," he muttered, steadying himself before heading out the door, a clear sign of his body's energy depletion.

"Biyu," he called out, requesting that dinner be prepared.

Half an hour later, Jiang Dao devoured an entire table of delicacies, leaving Biyu utterly astonished.

"Young Master, are you truly unharmed?"

Her voice trembled with alarm.

Jiang Dao let out a satisfied belch, "I'm fine. Please tidy up the dinnerware."

He rose to his feet and made his way to the door, eager to stretch his limbs.

He felt at the peak of his physical condition, his body brimming with vigor.

In the courtyard, his gaze settled on a stone table. With a swift motion, he extended his hand and lightly grasped it. The solid marble fractured into several chunks.

The once-durable stone now crumbled like tofu in his grip, disintegrating into dust as he gently squeezed.

"With this kind of power, surely I'm a match for the Evil Spirit," Jiang Dao pondered.

Having mastered three martial arts to the point of Great Completion, even marble yielded to his touch. He was confident in his ability to vanquish the Evil Spirit.

But how formidable was Daoist Priest Changbai?

It was time, Jiang Dao decided, to gauge the true extent of Changbai's prowess.

If the Daoist Priest were to target the Jiang family, their downfall was inevitable.

They would meet their end, whether at the hands of the Evil Spirit or Changbai himself.

A flicker of murderous intent towards Daoist Priest Changbai had already taken root in Jiang Dao's heart.

"Young Master, the patriarch has returned and requests your presence," a servant announced breathlessly.

"I'm on my way," Jiang Dao replied, discarding the marble remnants as he set off to meet Jiang Dalong.

Approaching the elder's courtyard, a cacophony of crashes reached his ears, accompanied by furious shouts and pained wailing.

Jiang Dao's brow furrowed, and he hastened his pace.