Eldest Brother roared angrily at the sight, "Sixth Brother! Are you crazy?! This kind of palm force isn't something you can take head-on! Get out of the way!"
Yuan Mingzhi's face darkened with rage. "You arrogant brat! You're courting death!"
He then gritted his teeth, exerted one hundred and twenty percent of his strength, and charged at Li Changfeng!
The Arhat Hall disciples below watched in alarm, thinking, This kid has some nerve! He actually dares to take such terrifying palm force head-on. Is he trying to get himself killed?!!!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Yuan Mingzhi viciously unleashed a skyful of palm shadows that struck Li Changfeng directly, producing metallic clangs. Hit by that fierce palm force, Li Changfeng let out a comfortable groan. Waves of numbness spread through his entire body, and it felt as refreshing as the shiver after taking a piss!
"Comfortable! So comfortable! Hurry, slap my back too and let my back enjoy it! At most, I'll treat you to a meal afterward!"
Yuan Mingzhi's face sank. He stood there without saying a word, seemingly lost in thought.
The Shaolin disciples below fell utterly silent, speechless. Suddenly, a Prajna Hall disciple cried out, startling everyone around him.
"Holy shit! Is the Shaolin Bronze Body Skill really this powerful?!!! I'm going to cultivate it too!"
That Prajna Hall disciple then ran over foolishly and asked the Prajna Hall Elder, "Elder! Can I join the Eighteen Bronze Men of Arhat Hall?"
"Get lost! You're a Prajna Hall disciple, yet you come asking me whether you can join Arhat Hall? Are you stupid, or just pitifully naive? Get back and copy the Diamond Sutra ten thousand times!"
"Ah!!! T-ten thousand copies of the Diamond Sutra? Elder, I was wrong! I'll never dare again!"
The Arhat Hall Elder looked immensely pleased and laughed. "Hehe! Since you like Arhat Hall so much, then I'll let you join, shall I?"
"Prajna Elder, surely you aren't so narrow-minded that you'd make things difficult for a disciple transferring halls?"
"Hmph! If you want to go, then go! I won't stop you!"
Yuan Mingzhi's face remained gloomy. "Li Changfeng! Don't celebrate too early. Be careful you don't stumble in the gutter!"
"Hehe! Whatever skills you have, bring them out!"
"Take this!"
True qi erupted from Yuan Mingzhi's body as he unleashed the third form of the Shaolin Cotton Palm, Unending Ferocity, with all his strength. Dense, fierce true qi slowly gathered in his palms, which instantly burst forth with imposing might.
Then, with twenty-five years of Inner Force, he struck out with a savage force of two thousand four hundred jin, charging straight at Li Changfeng.
Li Changfeng did not dare show weakness either. True qi boiled throughout his body as he used the Double Pierce Fist from the Hong Fist Iron Wire Fist. Streams of true qi slowly gathered within his fists. Then he drew his fists back, tightened the twelve iron rings, and thrust both fists out together.
With twenty-two years of Inner Force combined with his own strength of seven hundred and fifty jin, he unleashed two thousand five hundred jin of force and collided with those powerful palms!
Bang!
The fierce fists collided with the powerful palms, unleashing a violent blast of air. Yuan Mingzhi's arms were directly pierced through by a fierce stream of true qi, while spiraling force shredded the sleeves on both arms, revealing bloody marks!
Pfft!
Yuan Mingzhi's arm bones cracked under the force of the punch. He violently spat out blood and flew backward, thoroughly defeated. The head of Prajna Hall caught him and used true qi to ease his injuries.
At this moment, the Martial Arts Elder slowly stepped forward and said calmly, "Arhat Hall wins this match!"
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