The Arhat Hall disciples below the stage immediately erupted in cheers. "Senior Brother Ying is mighty! Even grievously injured, he defeated that Prajna Hall mongrel! Truly imposing and domineering!"
The Prajna Hall disciples looked grim. "Hmph! He only defeated a disciple of our Prajna Hall's Fifth Branch Academy by launching a sudden sneak attack and using his ultimate move. What's so impressive about that?"
"Heh! A loss is a loss. There's nothing more to say. It's just that some people can't afford to lose!"
"Y-You... just wait and see!"
Li Changfeng chuckled. "Senior Brother Ying! You truly are formidable. You survived by putting yourself in a dead-end situation, going all out from the very beginning to gamble for that sliver of survival. And you really won that gamble. Admirable! Admirable!"
Golden Arhat laughed. "Indeed. Junior Brother Ying's move was truly brilliant. I admire him deeply as well!"
"It's the final match, Senior Brother Jin! It's your turn. Are you confident?"
"Hehe! I won't lose until I make the top five!"
Next.
The battle for the top fifty.
Twenty-fifth match.
Golden Arhat, chief disciple of Arhat Hall's First Branch Academy.
Versus
Wen Xi, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Seventh Branch Academy.
Golden Arhat smiled faintly and leaped straight onto the martial arts platform. "Junior Brother Wen! Please enlighten me!"
Wen Xi wore a grave expression as he also leaped onto the platform. "Senior Brother Jin! Please enlighten me!"
Wen Xi struck first. True energy burst forth from his entire body, radiating the aura of a peak third-rate expert. He unleashed the first stance of Shaolin Fist, Three Consecutive Punches. Both fists shot out together, their savage force attacking Golden Arhat's upper, middle, and lower openings—one punch aimed at the abdomen, one at the chest, and one at the face.
With twenty years of Inner Force, each strike carried sixteen hundred pounds of force as it smashed toward Golden Arhat's three openings.
Golden Arhat did not move. He stood there upright, allowing the fierce punches to crash against his body.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal colliding rang out. Wen Xi felt a powerful rebounding force numb and ache his fists, sending him staggering back seven or eight steps. He stared at Golden Arhat with a grave expression, while Golden Arhat had not moved a single step and remained completely calm.
"Junior Brother Wen! There's no need to probe any further. Attack with all your strength!"
The sight infuriated Wen Xi. "Hmph! I refuse to believe I can't force you back even one step!"
Wen Xi attacked in fury, unleashing the third stance of Shaolin Fist, Ten Consecutive Punches. Streams of fierce true energy gathered in both fists, and as he struck with both hands, a savage force erupted, sending twenty fist shadows flying wildly at Golden Arhat's vital acupoints.
Each punch carried twenty years of Inner Force and nineteen hundred pounds of force as it smashed toward Golden Arhat's three openings.
Golden Arhat chuckled. True energy surged throughout his body, and the aura of a second-rate expert spread out. He activated the seventh stage of the Golden Bell Shield. A golden phantom of a great bell slowly emerged, and a fierce power of the golden bell enveloped his body.
Golden Arhat copied Li Changfeng, planting his hands on his hips and standing motionless, allowing the fierce punches to hammer into him!
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The repeated tolling of a bell echoed out. The fierce rebounding force of the golden bell sent Wen Xi reeling back seven or eight steps. Blood streamed from his fists, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He had suffered a minor injury.
Golden Arhat narrowed his eyes slightly and said with satisfaction, "I finally understand, Junior Brother Li, why you enjoy being attacked so much. This feeling really is wonderful!"
Li Changfeng laughed when he heard that. "Hahaha! Right, Senior Brother Jin! This feeling is incredibly satisfying!"
Wen Xi immediately flew into a rage. "Golden Arhat, you bastard! Take this!!"
True energy surged violently around Wen Xi as he used the first stance of the One Finger Zen Skill, Piercing Stone, with all his strength. True energy slowly gathered in his finger. He then formed a set of finger seals and jabbed out fiercely, sending spiraling true energy shooting toward Golden Arhat!
With twenty years of Inner Force, it carried seventeen hundred pounds of force as it shot toward Golden Arhat.
Golden Arhat's expression turned slightly solemn. He fully activated the seventh stage of the Golden Bell Shield, and a solid golden phantom of a great bell slowly emerged, far more condensed and real than before. An even stronger force of the golden bell enveloped his body.
Clang!
The sound of a golden bell colliding rang out. Golden Arhat was forced back one step by the spiraling finger force, but he endured it and steadied himself, still standing there without moving!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The shriek of three finger-force attacks cutting through the air rang out as Wen Xi fired three more streams of finger force in rapid succession, hoping to press his advantage while Golden Arhat had been forced back!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The three highly penetrating streams of finger force struck Golden Arhat's Golden Bell Shield directly, producing repeated bell chimes. Golden Arhat was driven back seven or eight steps, but he still endured them without any injury. He said calmly:
"Junior Brother Wen! Your One Finger Zen Skill truly is formidable. It actually forced me back several steps!"
"Hmph! The real show is yet to come! I hope you can keep that same attitude!"
Wen Xi attacked again, using the second stance of the One Finger Zen Skill, Piercing Water. True energy slowly gathered in his finger. He then formed a set of finger seals and thrust out three times in succession, sending three streams of Yin Softness, penetrating true energy directly at Golden Arhat!
Each finger strike carried twenty years of Inner Force and eighteen hundred pounds of force as it shot toward Golden Arhat.
Golden Arhat still did not move. He fully activated the seventh stage of the Golden Bell Shield. A solid golden phantom of a great bell slowly emerged, and an immensely fierce and unyielding force of the golden bell enveloped his body as he prepared to withstand the Yin Softness, penetrating finger force head-on!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The three streams of Yin Softness, penetrating finger force struck Golden Arhat's golden bell directly, producing a series of intense bell chimes. The Yin Softness, penetrating finger force forcibly pierced through Golden Arhat's Golden Bell Shield, and the remaining finger force struck Golden Arhat's body directly.
Golden Arhat's true energy surged throughout his body. He used his own fierce true energy to directly annihilate the finger force, then smiled faintly. "Junior Brother Wen! Not bad! You actually broke through my Golden Bell Shield. You are qualified to make me attack!"
"Hmph! My One Finger Zen Skill specializes in breaking Toughness Cultivation Methods. I still have one final move. Let's see whether you can keep talking so tough after this!"
Wen Xi attacked directly, using the third stance of the One Finger Zen Skill, Iron Finger Zen Force. True energy slowly gathered in his finger. He then formed a set of finger seals, and spiraling Iron Finger Zen Force shot directly toward Golden Arhat!
With twenty years of Inner Force, it carried two thousand pounds of force as it shot toward Golden Arhat.
After using this finger technique, Wen Xi's face turned pale and cold sweat poured down his face. This strike had drained his Inner Force completely and had even overdrawn some of his physical strength. If he could not defeat Golden Arhat, he could only admit defeat.
Golden Arhat's expression grew solemn. He fully activated the eighth stage of the Golden Bell Shield, directly condensing a dazzlingly golden, solid phantom of a great bell as he did his utmost to block the Yin Softness Iron Finger Zen Force.
Clang!
Golden Arhat's Golden Bell Shield blocked most of the Iron Finger Zen Force's power, but the remaining force still forcibly pierced through it. Spiraling Iron Finger Zen Force shot directly toward Golden Arhat.
Golden Arhat immediately used the first stance of Shaolin Wind Cloud Hand, Wind and Cloud. His hands slammed together fiercely, and a palm force like a gale sweeping away the clouds directly annihilated the Iron Finger Zen Force. He said calmly:
"Junior Brother Wen! You have lost!"
Wen Xi gave a bitter smile. "You're right. I lost! Even after giving it my all, I still couldn't make you fight with your full strength. I'm afraid only Senior Brother Dong can force you to do that!"
At that moment, the Martial Arts Elder slowly stepped forward and said calmly, "Arhat Hall wins this match!"
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