Martial Arts Dispute! Futu Hell!

"Roar!"

The Arhat let out a roar that echoed throughout Mount Song, causing countless tourists on the mountain to look over in astonishment.

Moro took a step forward, as if teleporting, instantly covering a distance of ten zhang. He pressed down with his palm, and the Arhat made the same movement!

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Before the fan-like giant palm could fully descend, the pressure it emitted caused the ground beneath Tang Jie's feet to shatter, with dense cracks spreading for tens of meters.

This terrifying strike was heart-stopping, making it hard to imagine it could be unleashed by mere flesh and blood.

Boyhood Art. Golden Body Art!

Without any hesitation, Tang Jie's body erupted in golden light, and surging golden gang jin shot out in all directions like needle pricks, brilliant as the sun!

"Boom!"

Facing the descending palm, Tang Jie neither dodged nor evaded. He threw a punch in the posture of a Heavenly King holding a pagoda. His golden fist unleashed power like a volcanic eruption, furiously slamming into the Arhat's phantom palm as it fell.

Rumble!

The moment they collided, a terrifying tremor spread, like an over-expanded bomb suddenly exploding!

Visible ripples spread out, causing the ground within a hundred-meter radius to tremble violently. Dust flew up, rising ten zhang high, as if two ferocious beasts had collided head-on!

"This… this is a Martial Arts Great Grandmaster! A Great Grandmaster of gang jin!"

Bu Hua, a Martial Arts Grandmaster who had been paying attention to the area, cried out in shock upon witnessing this scene, his eyes filled with awe and disbelief.

"That young man in black is Tang Jie… they say he's advanced to the realm of Martial Arts Great Grandmaster. I always thought it was just a rumor…"

Bu Hua swallowed, a Martial Arts Great Grandmaster was someone who might not even be born in the Great Xia Dynasty for hundreds of years, a legendary martial artist.

A while ago, Tang Jie defeated Yuan Zhan in Peerless City, and was recognized as having the cultivation of a Martial Arts Great Grandmaster. However, martial artists who hadn't personally witnessed that battle were skeptical, including Bu Hua. In his opinion, a Martial Arts Grandmaster was perhaps the peak, and Martial Arts Great Grandmasters only existed in legends.

But now, witnessing this astonishing scene with his own eyes, he understood that it was indeed a Martial Arts Great Grandmaster! And he instantly identified Tang Jie!

"And that white-robed monk… calls himself Moro, a martial artist who has lived for two hundred years?" Bu Hua was also shocked by Moro, who could fight Tang Jie. Earlier, when Moro announced his name, he found it somewhat strange. A name could be faked, but strength couldn't. That seemingly young white-robed monk was indeed the Martial Arts Great Grandmaster Moro, who had disappeared a hundred years ago!

Two martial powerhouses who shouldn't belong to the same era met and fought here and now, and from the outset, it was a clash of gang jin, clearly intending to kill each other!

"Is this… Boyhood Art?"

Moro's eyes narrowed. Feeling the vibrating force transmitted, he was somewhat alarmed and recognized that Tang Jie was using Boyhood Art, a level of Boyhood Art that surpassed the Red Sun Art realm, a realm he himself had failed to reach!

"Boyhood Golden Body. Pure Yang Golden Core!"

The moment their fists and palms collided, the ground beneath Tang Jie's feet shattered. Golden light spewed from his eyes, and he let out a low roar. His right fist blocked the Arhat phantom's descending palm, while his left hand launched a punch.

Within Tang Jie's dan tian, the Pure Yang Golden Core vibrated, releasing a surge of power. This caused Tang Jie's punch to friction with the air, igniting fierce golden flames, like a fire dragon, directly striking Moro's chest.

The Pure Yang Golden Core was formed by Tang Jie cultivating the Golden Bell Shield to the eleventh level and accumulating the Pure Yang Qi to its extreme with the Golden Body Art. Although it was far from the level of a Martial Arts Golden Core, the power it could unleash in an instant was still astonishingly great!

This punch, reaching the peak of speed and power, made Moro unhesitatingly circulate the gang qi within his body, the Golden Bell Shield!

An ancient, golden great bell materialized, enveloping Moro.

"Golden Bell Shield? Eleventh-level Golden Bell Shield!"

Tang Tianhao's expression was filled with shock. The Golden Bell Shield was a martial art his senior brother Du Jue excelled at, and Tang Jie also practiced it, reaching the tenth level. But the Golden Bell Shield used by Moro far surpassed the tenth-level Golden Bell Shield; it had reached the eleventh level!

Eleventh-level Golden Bell Shield. Among all martial artists who practiced the Golden Bell Shield, fewer than ten in all of history had managed to reach this level!

"Clang!"

Tang Jie's fist, carrying scorching golden flames, slammed onto the Golden Bell Shield, immediately erupting with a deafening bell chime that echoed through the skies of Mount Song, making eardrums feel like they would burst!

The recoil force vibrated, causing half of Tang Jie's body to go slightly numb.

"What a terrifying punch!"

Moro's expression grew serious. He saw that the Golden Bell Shield had been dented with a shallow fist mark. This was the eleventh-level Golden Bell Shield! It was almost the highest level of the Golden Bell Shield, as no one except Bodhidharma had ever cultivated it to the twelfth level.

"Vajra Arhat Subduing Fist!"

Using the Golden Bell Shield to repel Tang Jie, Moro didn't hesitate. The Arhat Subduing Demons phantom behind him clenched its fists and smashed down towards Tang Jie, like two bolts of lightning streaking across the sky.

As the twin fists descended, immense pressure bore down, turning the area below into a vacuum, the dullness making one feel on the verge of fainting!

Golden light spewed from Tang Jie's eyes, and a great bell quickly condensed on his body. This bell shone with a restrained, dark golden radiance, carved with intricate patterns—the eleventh-level Golden Bell Shield!

"Clang!"

Two heavy fists simultaneously struck the great bell, causing the ground to rumble loudly. The ground beneath Tang Jie's feet cracked and caved in, forming a pit twenty to thirty meters in diameter.

Moro himself grunted as the repelled force sent him staggering back, and the Arhat Subduing Demons behind him trembled.

"Eleventh-level Golden Bell Shield?" Moro was somewhat incredulous. Tang Jie had also cultivated the Golden Bell Shield to the eleventh level?

"To defeat him, I must break his Golden Bell Shield!"

Tang Jie knew in his heart that he had to shatter Moro's Golden Bell Shield first.

"Rumble!"

The Golden Bell gang qi within Tang Jie propelled the Boyhood Art. The already extremely powerful Boyhood Golden Body shone even brighter, spewing golden light. Like countless heavy fists, everything within a ten-zhang radius was blasted into powder. Even with the protection of the Golden Bell Shield, Moro was now being impacted by the continuous barrage of gang jin, causing his body to sway repeatedly, giving him a sense of instability!

"Boyhood Art can be this powerful?" Moro's expression was grim. He was proficient in the Four Divine Martial Arts of Bodhidharma, having cultivated them to a very profound level. However, regarding Boyhood Art, he had originally cultivated it to the highest level, the Red Sun Art, but due to some reason, his Boyhood Art realm had regressed, and he could no longer cultivate it further. He had then given up on practicing Boyhood Art.

But the power of the Boyhood Art Tang Jie displayed surpassed Moro's understanding of it. This was a realm he had never reached!

Draw Saber. Iron Cutting!

Tang Jie placed his palm on the saber hilt at his waist and drew his saber!

Chila!

The saber light condensed into saber energy, and under the rendering of his ultimate Golden Body Art cultivation, it turned golden. That golden saber energy whistled and slashed out, scraping off a layer of the ground.

The brilliant saber energy was ten meters long and could cleave through anything!

"Ch!"

The saber energy fiercely slashed at the golden bell surrounding Moro's body. The indestructible Iron Cutting Saber cut, causing the Golden Bell Shield to groan under the strain.

Although the eleventh level of the Golden Bell Shield was powerful, it had not yet transformed into gang jin. It was still within the scope of a Martial Arts Grandmaster's gang qi. With the ultimate strike Tang Jie unleashed, it was enough to destroy it!

The Golden Bell Shield was cleaved open. Moro retreated with large strides. A bloody gash appeared on his chest, and blood seeped out. He also spat out a large mouthful of blood, staining his white monk's robe. This was the internal injury he suffered from the backlash after the Golden Bell Shield was broken!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Moro coughed up blood, the saber wound on his chest deep enough to see bone.

"Big Brother Tang severely injured Moro!"

Bai Fenghua, who had been nervously watching the battle, showed joy on his face at the sight.

Tang Tianhao was also overjoyed. Moro had once brought him immense fear. Today, Tang Jie's battle with him and the astonishing power he unleashed had successfully severely injured him!

"This Tang Jie... is very powerful. My chances of winning in a head-on battle aren't high!" At this moment, many tourists on Mount Song were attracted over. The gaunt old man hidden in the crowd had a trace of solemnity flash in his eyes.

But then the gaunt old man licked his lips. He was in the shadows, a hunter. As long as he waited patiently, there would always be an opportunity to succeed!

Moro wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Tang Jie, his face full of admiration. "Amazing... truly amazing. Your strength far exceeded my expectations."

Tang Jie remained silent. He frowned. Although his last strike had shattered Moro's Golden Bell Shield and severely injured him, Tang Jie felt that Moro's aura had become even more powerful, more dangerous. The opponent hadn't even gotten serious yet!

Moro sighed and said, "Actually, whether it's you or me, no matter what Martial Arts Great Grandmaster we've become, we haven't truly stepped into the ranks of Martial Cultivators. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call us apprentices or seekers of the martial path!"

"Haven't stepped into the ranks of Martial Cultivators?"

Tang Jie was stunned. Among immortal cultivators, let alone among martial artists, Tang Jie and Moro were already nearly invincible. But according to Moro's words, they hadn't truly stepped into the ranks of Martial Cultivators? They were still just apprentices!

Moro stared at Tang Jie, a hint of admiration and excitement in his expression. "The martial path is not as simple as you think. Both you and I are merely following the paths of our predecessors. We haven't broken free from this framework. True Martial Cultivators should forge their own paths, like Patriarch Bodhidharma and True Man Sanfeng. Even a single martial art they create can be remembered for eternity!"

Moro's words made Tang Jie's body tremble. It was true. Even though he had now refined Qi into Gang, any martial artist was almost invincible in his hands, but that was merely within the scope of martial artists. He hadn't truly stepped into the realm of the martial path or Martial Cultivators!

Martial artists like Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng, who were legendary figures, established their own schools. The martial arts they created could be passed down through the ages, remembered by countless people even after many years. Only such martial artists could be called true Martial Cultivators, those who truly walked and advanced on the martial path.

"I still have a long way to go." The trace of pride Tang Jie had felt in his heart completely faded. He understood that he was indeed still far from it.

However, Tang Jie didn't belittle himself. He was still young and hadn't even fully digested what his predecessors had left behind. Given time, he would surely be able to forge his own martial path!

"Martial Cultivators transcend limits, defy heaven, and turn the impossible into the possible!" Moro's body trembled. He was very excited. "From a young age, I vowed to embark on the martial path, to forge my own martial path, and I am willing to pay anything for it. And now, I am not far from forging my own martial path! And you... you are a cornerstone on my martial path!"

Moro's eyes turned cold. He could have taken a smoother, easier path. With his Heavenly Spiritual Root, he could have achieved great things even if he had joined an Immortal Gate. For the sake of the martial path, he had given up too much.

To step onto the martial path, Moro was willing to pay anything, to resort to any means, to break precepts, to kill, and to ruin others' futures!

"Hmm? Moro's aura has changed!"

The crowd watched the two figures in the arena in silence. Bu Hua, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, had his pupils constrict. He clearly felt that Moro's aura had changed, becoming filled with killing intent. This killing intent even seemed to alter the surrounding environment, with a cold wind howling, as sharp as a knife.

It was as if... the entire Heavenly Dao was changing with Moro's emotions.

Tang Jie's gaze was solemn. He clearly felt the pressure Moro was exerting.

Whoosh!

Without any hesitation, Tang Jie's figure flashed. He used the Great Teleportation Movement Technique, his body enveloped in golden light tearing through the air, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters to appear before Moro. The Iron Cutting Saber at his waist slashed out, its fierce saber light tearing through the sky and earth!

Just as Moro had said, he wanted to turn Tang Jie into a cornerstone on his martial path. Conversely, Tang Jie had come to Mount Song for the appointment, and he hadn't failed to consider Moro as a whetstone. The competition of the martial path was destined to be filled with slaughter!

"Hmm?"

This saber strike was incredibly fast and indestructible, but something astonishing happened to Tang Jie. As his saber got closer to Moro, its power diminished, as if it had fallen into a layer of soft clouds, slowing down more and more.

"Ceng!"

Moro extended two fingers and clamped onto the saber blade! He had a faint smile on his face, composed and unhurried, as if it were effortless!

"How is this possible?"

Tang Jie found it unbelievable. The power of his saber strike was so terrifying that even the eleventh level Golden Bell Shield could be cleaved open, yet Moro easily clamped it with two fingers? How could Moro suddenly become so strong in the blink of an eye?

No, it wasn't that Moro had become stronger! It was that Tang Jie's saber strike had weakened!

"Black Level Futu!"

As Moro clamped the saber blade with his fingers, the phantom of the Arhat Subduing Demons behind him turned pitch black, as profound and dark as hell, capable of devouring all light and plunging people into hell!

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