"The battle for the top twenty-five of Subduing Tiger Hall now begins!"
"This tournament is a ranking contest among the fifty disciples who advanced. Everyone who ranks in the top ten will receive rewards, and the higher the rank, the more astonishing the reward! Disciples of every hall, give it your all!"
The fifty disciples below immediately erupted into clamor. Each was full of ambition, determined to claim a place in the top ten and earn a fine reward!
It was truly sad to say that more than half of these fifty disciples came from Prajna Hall. Aside from Li Changfeng, the dark horse, the Arhat Hall disciples who had advanced were all chief disciples. The rest of Arhat Hall's disciples had been stopped outside the top hundred.
The chief disciples from Arhat Hall who had advanced were Golden Arhat, chief disciple of the First Branch; Ying Zhixing, chief disciple of the Fourth Branch; Li Yuanzhong, chief disciple of the Eighth Branch; and Chen Dali, chief disciple of the Tenth Branch.
The chief disciples from Prajna Hall who had advanced were Dong Tianbao, chief disciple of the First Branch; Shi Mingliang, chief disciple of the Tenth Branch; You Yong, chief disciple of the Eighth Branch; Zhou Deze, chief disciple of the Fifth Branch; and Huang Hongzhe, chief disciple of the Ninth Branch.
Other than these chief disciples, the rest were all Prajna Hall disciples. Some were dark horses as well, and their strength was not much weaker than that of certain chief disciples. In particular, the disciples of the First and Second Branches were of exceptionally high quality.
Cheng Yongyi, chief disciple of Arhat Hall's Seventh Branch, and Zaifu Xi, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Sixth Branch, had both been seriously injured. They were eliminated during the battle for the top fifty.
Since most of the top fifty were Prajna Hall disciples, the Arhat Hall disciples would draw lots first this time. Whoever drew a Prajna Hall disciple would fight first!
Luck had played a major role in Chen Dali's previous battles, as he had not encountered particularly powerful opponents. He was among the first to draw lots this time, but it was unknown whether he would be as fortunate as before.
It seemed that his luck had run out. He had actually drawn a chief disciple. Still, he did not ask for much. As long as he could enter Subduing Tiger Hall, he would be satisfied. Better yet, if he could injure them, the other Arhat Hall disciples would have better odds.
Battle for the top twenty-five.
First match.
Chen Dali, chief disciple of Arhat Hall's Tenth Branch.
Versus
Shi Mingliang, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Tenth Branch.
The two slowly stepped onto the martial arts arena and cupped their fists in greeting.
"I am Chen Dali, chief disciple of Arhat Hall's Tenth Branch. Please instruct me!"
"I am Shi Mingliang, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Tenth Branch. Please instruct me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Mingliang made the first move. True energy erupted from his entire body, releasing the aura of a peak third-rate expert. He unleashed the first stance of Wei Tuo Palm, Stone Crusher. Streams of strength-and-softness true energy gathered in his palms, forming a palm technique with Yin Softness.
With twenty years of Inner Force, he struck with sixteen hundred pounds of force toward Chen Dali's chest.
Facing this fierce incoming strike, Chen Dali immediately went all out with the first stance of Great Stele Shattering Hand, Stele Rending Hand. Streams of strength-and-softness true energy gathered in his palm before he sent out a fierce blow capable of shattering a stele.
With fourteen years of Inner Force added to his own seven hundred and twenty pounds of strength, he unleashed sixteen hundred and fifty pounds of force, meeting that fierce palm head-on.
Bang!
The two fierce attacks collided, producing dull, low explosions. Shi Mingliang was driven back three or four steps by Chen Dali's powerful force, then easily dispersed it with his true energy. He smiled faintly.
"I had long heard that Brother Chen cultivated both internal and external arts. You truly must not be underestimated; your strength is astonishing! But external techniques are Unrated arts in the end. Internal arts are the true orthodox path. I won't hold back from here on, Brother Chen. You'd better be careful!"
"Hmph! Bring it on! It won't be so easy to defeat me!"
With that, Chen Dali attacked first, using the second stance of Great Stele Shattering Hand, Stele Crushing Hand. Streams of strength-and-softness true energy gathered in his palm before he sent out a fierce palm strike capable of crushing a stele.
With fourteen years of Inner Force added to his own seven hundred and twenty pounds of strength, he unleashed seventeen hundred and fifty pounds of force toward Shi Mingliang's chest.
"Good!"
Shi Mingliang smiled faintly and used the second stance of Wei Tuo Palm, Stone Breaker. With a palm force that was fierce yet supple, he sent out a powerful true-energy palm imprint.
With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed seventeen hundred and fifty pounds of force, meeting the fierce incoming palm head-on.
Bang!
As a dull burst of air rang out, the two powerful palm forces collided directly. Chen Dali was inferior in technique and was sent staggering back four or five steps by the strike. He forcibly withstood it with his Shaolin Bronze Body Skill, staring gravely at Shi Mingliang.
"Hehe! Brother Chen, how was that? Can you take it?"
"Hmph! I can take several more palms!"
"Hehe! Good. Then take this!"
True energy erupted from Shi Mingliang's entire body as he used the second stance of Wei Tuo Palm, Stone Breaker. With a palm force that was fierce yet supple, he unleashed a barrage of powerful true-energy palm imprints. Both palms struck together, firing off twenty consecutive palms.
Each palm carried twenty years of Inner Force and seventeen hundred and fifty pounds of force. Twenty palm imprints shot toward Chen Dali.
Seeing this, true energy erupted from Chen Dali's entire body. He used the second stance of Great Stele Shattering Hand, Stele Crushing Hand. Streams of strength-and-softness true energy gathered in his palms as both hands struck out together, sending forth two fierce palm forces capable of crushing steles.
Each palm carried fourteen years of Inner Force added to his own seven hundred and twenty pounds of strength, reaching seventeen hundred and fifty pounds of force as he received the twenty powerful palm strikes head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two men frantically unleashed palm imprints that filled the sky, producing dull sonic booms one after another. Chen Dali was repeatedly driven back by the powerful palm force. Every palm strike forced him back four or five steps, yet he gritted his teeth and endured them all.
After forcibly taking the twentieth palm, Chen Dali finally could not withstand the final strike. He was jolted into vomiting blood and suffered a minor injury.
Shi Mingliang smiled faintly. "Brother Chen! You're already vomiting blood. Can you still take it? If you can't, surrender! There's no need to suffer even more serious injuries!"
"Hmph! Cut the nonsense. I still have one final move. Take this!"
Chen Dali gritted his teeth and unleashed the third stance of Great Stele Shattering Hand, Great Stele Shattering Hand, with all his strength. Streams of strength-and-softness true energy gathered in his palm, transforming into a fierce and tyrannical true-energy handprint.
With fourteen years of Inner Force added to his own seven hundred and twenty pounds of strength, he unleashed eighteen hundred and fifty pounds of force, striking toward Jiang Yongfeng's chest. He lunged toward Shi Mingliang.
Shi Mingliang shook his head at the sight and went all out with the third stance of Wei Tuo Palm, Stone Shatterer. Streams of strength-and-softness true energy gathered in both palms, instantly erupting into a violent palm force capable of shattering stone as both palms struck out together.
With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed nineteen hundred pounds of force, meeting Chen Dali's ferocious attack head-on.
Bang!
A low burst of air sounded. Chen Dali's palm force was defeated by a single strike from that powerful palm force. The remaining force slammed Chen Dali hard enough to make him spit out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back seven or eight steps and dropped to one knee. He had already been defeated!
The Martial Arts Elder slowly stepped forward and said calmly, "Prajna Hall wins this match!"
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