Martial Arts Sparring (6)

Next up.

The eleventh match.

Chai Boyuan, the chief disciple of the Arhat Hall's Second Branch.

Versus

Yuan Mingzhi, a disciple of the Prajna Hall's First Branch.

Once again, two bald men walked onto the arena and cupped their fists at each other.

"I am Chai Boyuan, the chief disciple of the Arhat Hall's Second Branch. Please, enlighten me!"

"I am Yuan Mingzhi, a disciple of the Prajna Hall's First Branch. Please, enlighten me!"

Yuan Mingzhi stood proudly in the arena, unmoved, his face full of disdain, as if looking down on Chai Boyuan, the chief disciple of the Arhat Hall's Second Branch, letting him make the first move.

Chai Boyuan was instantly enraged at this sight. "This is too much!"

Then, his entire body erupted with true energy, and he attacked in a furious rage, using the first stance of the [Shaolin Wind Cloud Hand], "Wind Cloud." Chai Boyuan's hands lashed out wildly, his palm force like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds, frantically striking out countless phantom handprints, violently attacking Yuan Mingzhi.

Yuan Mingzhi smiled slightly at the sight. "Just this level of skill? You truly live up to the Arhat Hall's reputation!"

Yuan Mingzhi sneered and calmly used the first stance of the [Shaolin Cotton Palm], "Continuous." A continuous stream of true energy slowly gathered in his palms, and then he struck out a wave of palm shadows, directly meeting the countless handprints.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Only the sonic booms of palm against hand could be heard as the two frantically exchanged moves. Chai Boyuan was still a notch below in skill, and he was forced back seven or eight steps by a palm strike, his hands aching.

Chai Boyuan looked at Yuan Mingzhi with a solemn expression, thinking, This guy's Cotton Palm is thick and powerful. My Wind Cloud Hand was numbed by his strikes. He's indeed formidable!

"Heh heh! Senior Brother Chai! What's wrong? Can't go on?"

"Hmph! It's too early to talk about losing, Junior Brother Yuan!"

"Heh heh! Senior Brother Chai! My Cotton Palm has been trained to the point where I can crush a large stone into powder with a casual grip. Do you really think you can be my opponent?"

Chai Boyuan's face darkened when he heard this, and he shouted coldly, "It won't be so easy to win against me!"

After speaking, he immediately attacked, using the second stance of the [Shaolin Wind Cloud Hand], "Immeasurable." Chai Boyuan's hands lashed out wildly, streams of true energy transforming into an immeasurable mist of wind and cloud. The mist formed a wave of countless handprints, violently attacking Yuan Mingzhi.

Seeing the fierce attack, Yuan Mingzhi sneered, and his true energy erupted completely, emitting the aura of a second-rate master.

He used the second stance of the [Shaolin Cotton Palm], "Profound," with all his might. A stream of thick and powerful true energy slowly gathered in his palms, and then he drew a circle with his palms, forming a thick and powerful defensive millstone, directly meeting the countless handprints.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The countless handprints frantically struck the millstone, emitting bursts of muffled explosions. Chai Boyuan's palms felt as if they were striking a thick, hard steel plate, and they were also carrying a force of rebound.

He only felt a burst of pain in his hands, which had already been fractured. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying out of the arena!

"You... you're a second-rate master!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately fainted and was carried away!

"Truly vulnerable! Apart from the Golden Arhat, who I hold in high regard, everyone else in the Arhat Hall is trash in my eyes!"

The Arhat Hall below was silent, unable to respond, and their morale plummeted. Everyone was dejected.

The Hall Chief Elder of the Prajna Hall was secretly delighted. "Mingzhi! Don't be rude! Come down quickly!"

"Yes! Hall Chief Elder!"

"I'm sorry, everyone! This disciple lacks discipline. I will definitely discipline him more in the future. Please forgive him!"

The Hall Chief Elder of the Arhat Hall had a gloomy expression and snorted coldly, "Acting virtuous after taking advantage!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came, "Since you're so awesome, how about I fight you in the next match?"

This sudden voice made everyone look over, wanting to see who this person was, so tough!

Needless to say, this figure must be Li Changfeng!