Killing Intent

"Qingshu, we did not come here to clash with Shaolin. We came to find out where your father and the others are." Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, clearly somewhat displeased with Song Qingshu's actions just now.

"Great-Grandmaster is right to reprimand me." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly to himself. He had not expected even such a subtle move to escape Zhang Sanfeng's discerning eye.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and continued watching the two men fight in the arena. "Xuan Cheng truly deserves his reputation as Shaolin's greatest man in over two hundred years. His mastery of the various ultimate skills has reached the pinnacle. Although your senior brother knows the Seventy-two Ultimate Skills, he seems to have grasped only their forms, not their essence. Using Shaolin skills against Shaolin skills, he is naturally restrained at every turn."

Seeing Jiumozhi thoroughly disgrace Shaolin Temple, Ren Woxing immediately felt a sense of common cause and could not help chiming in. "True Master Zhang, Ming Wang has to study all seventy-two ultimate skills. It is hardly strange for him to fall short of those rotten Shaolin monks in one or two of them. For thousands of years, Shaolin Temple's greatest achievement has been cultivating thirteen ultimate skills at once, while Ming Wang cultivates all seventy-two simultaneously. He has already far surpassed Shaolin."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly. "Mr. Ren, you do not understand. Every one of the Shaolin Seventy-two Ultimate Skills has a corresponding Internal Energy method. To cultivate the Prajna Palm, one must cultivate the Prajna Palm's mental method; to cultivate the Formless Tribulation Finger, one needs the Formless Tribulation Finger's mental method. The Internal Energy methods of many different ultimate skills are utterly incompatible. That is why, for centuries, no one in Shaolin has been able to master dozens of ultimate skills simultaneously."