The Arhat Hall Leader sent a voice transmission in confusion. "Abbot, are you really going to let this cruel and ruthless disciple continue competing?"
"Hehe! Junior Brother, stay calm! I have my reasons for letting him continue. And don't underestimate that disciple from your Arhat Hall named Li Changfeng. His strength is definitely no weaker than Dong Tianbao's. I also want to see their match. Do you understand what I mean, Junior Brother?"
"I understand, Abbot. But is that kid really so formidable?"
"Hehe! Just wait and see!"
Seeing the Shaolin Abbot signal for the match to continue, the Martial Arts Elder said helplessly, "Dong Tianbao! This is the last time! There will be no next time!"
Dong Tianbao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He had gone a little too far just now and had truly feared being disqualified. Then he chuckled. "This disciple definitely won't do it again!"
Li Changfeng said nothing. Like the calm before a storm, raging fury had already ignited in his heart. He had decided to teach that brat an unforgettable lesson!
Next.
The battle for the top fifty.
Twenty-third match.
Ying Zhixing, chief disciple of the Arhat Hall's Fourth Branch.
Versus
Yin Wende, disciple of the Prajna Hall's Fifth Branch.
The two slowly stepped onto the martial arts arena and cupped their fists.
"I am Ying Zhixing, chief disciple of the Arhat Hall's Third Branch. Please enlighten me!"
"I am Yin Wende, disciple of the Prajna Hall's Fifth Branch. Please enlighten me!"
Ying Zhixing's face was pale. His injuries from yesterday had yet to fully heal, and he could only force himself onto the stage. He watched his opponent with a grave expression.
Yin Wende smiled at the sight. "Senior Brother Ying! Yesterday's battle was truly magnificent. I deeply admire you. At your peak, I would not be your match. But you are injured now, so surrender! There's no need to force yourself to continue fighting!"
"Hmph! Surrendering without a fight is not the style of my Arhat Hall! Even if I am injured, defeating me won't be so easy!"
Yin Wende's face darkened. "Hmph! You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Then don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless!"
Yin Wende struck first. True energy erupted from his entire body, releasing the aura of a third-rate expert. He unleashed the first stance of the Wei Tuo Palm, "Stone Crusher." Streams of firm yet supple true energy gathered in his palms as he sent both hands forward with a Yin Softness palm technique.
With fifteen years of Inner Force, he unleashed thirteen hundred jin of force and struck toward Ying Zhixing's chest.
Ying Zhixing's true energy also erupted, releasing the aura of a peak third-rate expert. He went all out with the third stance of the Shaolin Mountain-Pushing Palm, "Strike the Ox Across the Mountain." Torrents of pure true energy burst forth as both palms shot out, shoving forward violently.
A palm force of utmost Yang hardness shot straight ahead. With nineteen years of Inner Force, it unleashed nineteen hundred jin of force toward Yin Wende's chest, passing directly through Yin Wende's fierce fist force and slamming into his chest.
Yin Wende had never expected Ying Zhixing to use his full strength from the very first move. He could only grit his teeth and withstand the palm force of utmost Yang hardness.
Bang!
A dull explosion of air rang out. Yin Wende was struck squarely by the palm force of utmost Yang hardness. A blood-red palm print immediately appeared on his chest, his breastbone shattered, and he vomited blood before flying backward in defeat.
After throwing that palm strike, Ying Zhixing immediately forced the true energy throughout his body into motion to block Yin Wende's attack. He directly withstood that fierce palm strike, but he had forcibly unleashed such a powerful attack while barely using his true energy to resist the incoming blow.
His injuries were aggravated, worsening injury upon injury. He spat out blood, and his condition was no better than Yin Wende's. This had been an extreme, life-for-life strike, yet he stubbornly remained standing.
At that moment, the Martial Arts Elder slowly stepped forward and gave Ying Zhixing a deep look before saying calmly, "The Arhat Hall wins this match!"
The moment he finished speaking, Ying Zhixing collapsed. The Arhat Hall Leader took him away for treatment.
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