Competition (1)

Subduing Tiger Hall.

Li Changfeng arrived at Shaolin's Subduing Tiger Hall. The moment he arrived, he saw a sea of people. He had not expected a competition at Shaolin's Subduing Tiger Hall to draw so many spectators.

Shaolin truly deserved to be one of the leaders of the martial world. Members of the five major sects had also come to watch: the Kongtong Sect, Emei Sect, Diancang Sect, Kunlun Sect, Huashan Sect, and others.

At this moment, they had set up seats around the Subduing Tiger Arena. It seemed they had come to assess the strength of Shaolin's disciples, and Shaolin allowed them to do so. They had absolute confidence in holding their position as a leader of the martial world and were not afraid of others investigating them.

"Sixth Brother! Are you here to take part in the Subduing Tiger Hall competition too?"

"Yes, Eldest Brother! Abbot Hongchen recommended that I participate!"

"Not bad, Sixth Brother! Even Abbot Hongchen recommended you for the competition! It looks like one of the Subduing Tiger Hall disciple slots is bound to be yours. Second Brother, Third Brother, and I trained at Shaolin for ten years since childhood before reaching the level of a third-rate martial artist and qualifying to participate!"

"Everyone who can participate is at least a third-rate martial artist. If you can take part, doesn't that mean you've reached that level too?"

"Eldest Brother is right! I've just reached the level of a third-rate martial artist!"

"S-S-Sixth... you... you're impressive! I-It looks like... one of us Eighteen Bronze Men is going to... to enter Subduing Tiger Hall!"

Li Changfeng said modestly, "Second Brother! I'm only participating! There are still so many senior brothers here, so I can't be sure I'll get in!"

At that moment, a disciple from Arhat Hall walked over and interjected, "Hehe! This junior brother is right! You Eighteen Bronze Men have only trained your bodies into tough external martial arts. You simply have no time to practice offensive techniques. You're just a bunch of iron turtles who can take hits but can't fight!"

"Unlike us Arhat Hall disciples, who cultivate offensive martial skills such as Luohan Fist and Great Stele Shattering Hand! Having you under Arhat Hall's jurisdiction is practically useless aside from your strong resistance to beatings!"

"Hehe! Senior Brother, you shouldn't put it that way! I remember that when Shaolin was besieged by the Imperial Court, us Eighteen Bronze Men held back the fierce assault of most of their second- and third-rate martial artists."

"And you people seemed to be of little use, didn't you? The ones who repelled the invaders were the senior brothers of Subduing Tiger Hall and Subduing Dragon Hall!"

Eldest Brother also chimed in, "Exactly! Other than us Eighteen Bronze Men being somewhat useful, it seems you Arhat Hall people are all pretty useless!"

"Hmph! You only relied on the power of the Eighteen Bronze Men formation. What's so impressive about that?"

Eldest Brother smiled faintly. "Hehe! Not convinced? Let's go to the arena and fight one-on-one."

The First Courtyard disciple of Arhat Hall backed down and said, "Hmph! I admit I'm no match for you! If you have the guts, fight our eldest senior brother one-on-one!"

Suddenly, an Arhat Hall elder came over and roared, "What are you arguing about? If you have the ability, go fight the people of Prajna Hall. What's the point of fighting people from your own hall?"

At that moment, an elder from Prajna Hall also walked over and said with a faint smile, "Elder Fang, why get so angry? It's normal for young people to be a little hot-blooded!"

"Hehe! Elder Xu! You make it sound better than it is! Every year in the Subduing Tiger Hall competition, your Prajna Hall disciples win the most. All the resources for good disciples get allocated to your side."

"Our Arhat Hall disciples are far inferior to yours. How about we switch disciples next year? Do you dare?"

"Hehe! That is the Abbot's decision. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't make the call, Elder Fang!"

"Hmph! That was no answer at all!"

"Hehe! This poor monk still has some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first. You can chat slowly!"