"Junior Brother Xinding, I can see you're quick on your feet. You must have made a breakthrough recently. How about you and I have a little match?" Xincheng sneered. This was an unwritten rule in the Monastery of Menial Duties: the loser of a match had to give the winner ten merit points.
If Xinding refused, Xincheng would keep bringing people to harass him, making sure he couldn't get anything done!
"Amitabha. Senior Brother has invited me, so how could I refuse?"
Xincheng froze. He hadn't expected Xinding to agree so readily.
But that was fine, too. It would save time, and with the Martial Monk Hall selection coming up, every minute saved was a minute gained.
Seeing the two about to fight, a quick-witted disciple hurried off to find the monastic steward and break things up.
"Please, Junior Brother Xinding," Xincheng said with false courtesy. Xinding, however, had no intention of being polite. If they were going to fight, then they'd fight.
The disciples in the Monastery of Menial Duties all learned Bodhi Fist, the most basic of boxing styles. Xinding and Xincheng were no exception.
Xinding attacked first. His divine sense had grown dramatically, and his control over his body was nothing like before. Even his Bodhi Fist movements had become much more precise.
Xincheng jolted. That punch was fast and vicious. When had Xinding's boxing become so fierce?
"Look, isn't Junior Brother Xinding beating Senior Brother Xincheng back?"
"That can't be right. Doesn't Senior Brother Xincheng have a fragment of the Fragrant Elephant Crossing the River visualization?"
"Could it be that Senior Brother Xincheng hasn't properly contemplated it since he got the visualization?"
Hearing the others' comments, Xincheng was so frustrated he could have spat blood. He had been contemplating the visualization nonstop since he got it.