Next.
The thirteenth match.
Ying Zhixing, chief disciple of the Fourth Branch of Arhat Hall.
Versus
Lin Mingjie, chief disciple of the Fourth Branch of Prajna Hall.
The two bald men slowly stepped onto the arena and clasped their hands in greeting.
"I am Ying Zhixing, chief disciple of the Fourth Branch of Arhat Hall. Please enlighten me!"
"I am Lin Mingjie, chief disciple of the Fourth Branch of Prajna Hall. Please enlighten me!"
With that, they attacked at once. Ying Zhixing struck first, unleashing the first move of the Shaolin Mountain-Pushing Palm, "Yang Firmness." Waves of true qi erupted from him as both palms shot forward in a fierce push, sending a surging force crashing toward Lin Mingjie.
Lin Mingjie refused to be outdone and used the first move of the Shaolin Profound Void Fist, "Yin Softness." Strands of Yin Softness true qi gathered within his fists before both fists lashed out, their soft force clashing head-on with those supremely firm palms.
Bang!
The supremely firm palms collided with the supremely soft fists, producing a deep impact of fist against palm. The two were evenly matched, each being knocked back two steps.
Ying Zhixing felt a soft force slowly burrowing toward his internal organs. He immediately dissolved it with his own firm true qi, then stared gravely at Lin Mingjie as he gathered his strength.
Lin Mingjie, meanwhile, felt the firm internal force shake its way toward his organs. He hastily used his soft true qi to slowly neutralize the firm internal force within him, watching Ying Zhixing warily as he prepared to strike again.
The two attacked once more. Ying Zhixing launched ten consecutive palms filled with firm force at Lin Mingjie, who hurriedly responded with ten soft punches to meet those firm palm strikes head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two figures exchanged ten moves in an instant, setting off bursts of exploding air. Seizing an opening, Ying Zhixing struck again with a firm palm force aimed at Lin Mingjie's chest. Lin Mingjie responded with a soft punch force to meet it.
They clashed head-on once again. Lin Mingjie was sent flying back by the firm palm force, drifting back seven or eight steps as he used his soft true qi to dissolve it.
Ying Zhixing, however, felt an unpleasant sensation as a soft force slowly worked its way toward his internal organs. He directly suppressed it with his firm true qi.
"Damn it! This bastard's soft force is disgusting. Every time I trade palms with him, he sends that soft force into my body. If I don't suppress it with true qi, it'll be a real pain!"
"Hehe! Feeling bad, aren't you? My soft force is tightly wrapped around your body. Unpleasant, right? Hahaha!"
"Hmph! The firm internal force I sent into your body can't feel good either. One careless mistake, and you might end up seriously injured!"
With that, Ying Zhixing used the second move of the Shaolin Mountain-Pushing Palm, "Pushing the Mountain." True qi erupted throughout his body as both palms thrust forward in a savage shove. Wave after wave of surging force stacked together and charged ferociously at Lin Mingjie.
Lin Mingjie was immediately startled and hastily used the second move of the Shaolin Profound Void Fist, "Waves." Strands of Yin Softness true qi gathered in his fists, then both fists struck out. The soft true qi rolled like waves as it clashed head-on with the supremely firm palms.
Bang!
An explosive burst of air rang out as the two exchanged a blow from a distance. Ying Zhixing's surging palm force was pierced through by that wave-like soft fist force, directly injuring his internal organs. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back seven or eight steps.