Next.
The tenth match.
Zhu Yongyi, chief disciple of Arhat Hall's Ninth Branch.
Versus
Shi Mingliang, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Tenth Branch.
Once again, two bald men stepped onto the martial arena and cupped their fists to each other.
"I am Zhu Yongyi, chief disciple of Arhat Hall's Ninth Branch. Please instruct me!"
"I am Shi Mingliang, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Tenth Branch. Please instruct me!"
Shi Mingliang's true qi erupted from his body as he unleashed the third form of Shaolin Fist, Ten Consecutive Fists. With fierce fist force, he sent out ten fist shadows in a straight line, sealing off all of Zhu Yongyi's escape routes and forcing him into a direct clash!
Seeing this, Zhu Yongyi chuckled. True qi surged through his body as he used the third form of Great Stele Shattering Hand, Great Stele Shattering. With overwhelming force, he struck out a mass of hand shadows toward Shi Mingliang's fist shadows, crushing him through restraint.
The fierce fist shadows collided with the powerful hand shadows, producing a series of dull, muffled explosions. Shi Mingliang's expression darkened as he struck with all his strength to scatter the formidable hand shadows, retreating again and again to avoid them. He did not dare clash head-on with Zhu Yongyi.
Zhu Yongyi pressed his advantage and launched a frenzied assault on Shi Mingliang. Suddenly, Shi Mingliang gave a sinister laugh and unleashed the third form of Wei Tuo Palm, Shattering Stone. His supreme palm force was both hard and soft, sending out a mass of palm shadows that slammed fiercely toward Zhu Yongyi.
Bang!
With a dull boom, the palm force, both hard and soft, numbed Zhu Yongyi's hands and drove him back again and again. The tides had turned—now it was Shi Mingliang's turn to attack him relentlessly.
"Damn you! You're really a scheming bastard! You pretended to be outmatched, then lured me in, hoping to defeat me in one blow!"
"Hehe! Didn't you do the same, taking advantage of me when I was down? We're no different!"
"Hmph! Don't think you'll succeed again!"
Zhu Yongyi suddenly changed techniques and used the third form of Luohan Fist, Fierce Tiger Pounces on Sheep. He lunged forward like a tiger, his momentum bearing down on Shi Mingliang. Both fists shot out, blasting a mass of fist shadows straight at Shi Mingliang's face.
Shi Mingliang also changed techniques, using the third form of Shaolin Fist, Ten Consecutive Fists. With fierce fist force, he sent out ten fist shadows. Both fists struck together, unleashing a mass of fist shadows to forcibly meet Zhu Yongyi's overwhelming barrage.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two exchanged blows madly, each collision producing bursts of exploding air. Zhu Yongyi was ultimately a step weaker in skill. Shi Mingliang's fist sent him staggering back seven or eight steps, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, suffering a minor injury.
Shi Mingliang immediately pursued, using the third form of Wei Tuo Palm, Shattering Stone. His supreme palm force carried a thread of softness within its fierce power as both palms struck out toward Zhu Yongyi.
Injured, Zhu Yongyi could only grit his teeth and strike back with the third form of Luohan Fist, Fierce Tiger Pounces on Sheep. Zhu Yongyi lunged forward like a tiger, his momentum pressing down as both fists came out to meet the fierce palm attack head-on.
Pfft!
Zhu Yongyi was defeated after all. One palm shattered his fist technique, and the fierce blow landed squarely on his chest. He immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, suffering severe injuries. He had lost!
At that moment, the Martial Arts Elder slowly stepped forward and said calmly, "In this match, the disciple of Prajna Hall wins!"
The Prajna Hall disciples below wore mocking expressions. "Hahaha! Well? Even against opponents of equal strength, our Prajna Hall disciples are still better. Your Prajna Hall is nothing special!"
The Arhat Hall disciples' faces darkened at those words. "Hmph! A single victory or defeat does not define a hero. We of Arhat Hall will definitely win the next match!"