Dong Tianbao VS Wu Gui

Next up.

The battle for the top fifty.

Match number twenty.

Wu Gui, disciple of the tenth division of the Arhat Hall.

Versus

Dong Tianbao, chief disciple of the first division of the Prajna Hall.

Old Three's face instantly turned ashen upon hearing this. "Damn it! Why did I get matched with this guy? What bad luck!"

The Eldest cautioned gravely, "Old Three! Go up there and surrender immediately. Don't fight him under any circumstances. This guy hits hard; you'll be seriously injured if you fight him!"

Li Changfeng also said seriously, "That's right, Old Three! No one will call you a coward if you surrender. Probably very few people can defeat this guy. No one will blame you for surrendering. Failure is the mother of success! You can challenge him again after you become stronger!"

"Failure is the mother of success! Old Six, you make a good point! I didn't expect you to know some poetry; you're a bit cultured! I'll take your advice then!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you coming up or not? You've been whispering down there for so long. Are you going to fight or not?"

"Hmph! Don't provoke me, Dong Tianbao! I'm coming up!"

Old Three gritted his teeth and jumped onto the arena. He was just about to surrender when Dong Tianbao interrupted him by attacking directly.

Dong Tianbao grinned savagely and quickly unleashed the first stance of the Wei Tuo Palm, "Crushing Stone." Streams of both forceful and yielding true energy gathered in his palms. This yin and soft palm technique delivered a force of 1,500 jin with a single strike, heading towards Old Three's chest.

Old Three was shocked at the sight. His entire body's true energy surged, and the aura of a third-rate expert emanated from him. He gritted his teeth and activated the Shaolin Bronze Body Skill. Thick true energy gathered around Old Three, and a golden glow radiated from his body as he used twelve years of inner force to forcefully meet this fierce attack.

Clang!

Only the sound of metal clashing could be heard. Old Three's defense was shattered by the powerful palm, and he was sent flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood, suffering serious injuries. The Arhat Hall's chief disciple caught him and used true energy to soothe his injuries. He had already lost.

At this moment, Dong Tianbao shook his head with a look of disdain. "Arhat Hall disciples are truly so weak!"

Li Changfeng and the others in the audience looked grim, their hearts burning with anger. If they faced Prajna Hall disciples later, they would fight desperately and hold nothing back!

The martial arts elder also looked displeased. "Dong Tianbao! Are you taking my words as wind in your ears? You knew he was no match for you, yet you attacked so heavily, not even letting him finish speaking before you struck. You're both Shaolin disciples; your attack was far too ruthless!"

"Replying to the martial arts elder! This disciple already held back, or he might have been injured even more severely. It's just that this disciple is a bit impatient, and I was waiting up here for a while, so I couldn't wait to attack. I didn't expect him to be so weak. This disciple is truly ashamed. I now sincerely apologize to the Arhat Hall disciples!"

The martial arts elder wasn't a fool; he couldn't be fooled by such hypocritical lies. He turned to ask the Shaolin Abbot how to punish him, but the Prajna Hall's chief disciple directly interjected, saying:

"Martial Arts Elder! Tianbao already knows he was wrong! He definitely won't do this again next time. Please give him another chance!"

The Arhat Hall's chief disciple was about to speak when the Shaolin Abbot cut him off, frowning and transmitting his voice: "Junior Brother! That disciple of yours is too cruel! He doesn't have an ounce of compassion. How can he be called a Shaolin disciple?"

"Furthermore, as his master, you have an undeniable responsibility for not teaching him properly. After he advances, you and he will spend three months meditating in the Subduing Tiger Hall, reciting the Diamond Sutra five times each day before letting him enter the Subduing Tiger Hall!"

The Prajna Hall's chief disciple pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "Abbot Senior Brother! All these years, I have only taught him martial arts and haven't properly taught him how to conduct himself. It is indeed my responsibility."

"Abbot Senior Brother, rest assured! I will definitely train him well during these three months. I will definitely make him a suitable Shaolin disciple!"

"Well said! Well said! Junior Brother! It's good that you can understand! The difference between Buddha and demon is sometimes just a thought!"