Li Changfeng sighed. "Big Brother's Inner Force is still too weak. He wasted too much time on external cultivation, so his Inner Force can't quite keep up. Everyone in the tenth branch of Arhat Hall had to cultivate the Shaolin Bronze Body Skill. There was nothing they could do about it."
Golden Arhat said, "Shi Mingliang's strength shouldn't be underestimated either. Although his martial arts were both entry-level techniques from Prajna Hall, he had mastered them to perfection. He was no weaker than some disciples who had only recently begun practicing advanced martial arts."
"Come to think of it, that guy probably put all his effort into cultivating internal arts. He only practiced those two martial arts on the side."
At that moment, Ying Zhixing walked out with a pale face. "Let me draw first. I hope I draw a powerful opponent so I can surrender and let all my fellow brothers advance more easily!"
After saying that, Ying Zhixing went straight onto the stage to draw lots. The disciples of Prajna Hall below prayed fervently that he would draw one of them, allowing them to advance smoothly.
Ying Zhixing handed the lot he had drawn to the Martial Arts Elder.
Next Battle for the top twenty-five. Second match. Ying Zhixing, chief disciple of the fourth branch of Arhat Hall. Versus Dong Tianbao, chief disciple of the first branch of Prajna Hall.
Upon hearing this, Ying Zhixing laughed. "Martial Arts Elder! I am seriously injured and unable to continue fighting. I forfeit!"
"Fine! Since that is the case, Prajna Hall wins this match!"
Dong Tianbao looked utterly bored. "Hmph! How boring. What a waste of my time!"
"Every lot I drew before was a black one. This time, I finally drew a good one! Fellow brothers, this is all I can do for you. Good luck! I'll return to treat my injuries first!"
"Junior Brother Ying! Take care of yourself! We'll meet at Subduing Tiger Hall!"
"Alright! Farewell!"
A group of Prajna Hall disciples below looked unwilling. That easy target who would have let them advance had just flown away. Then they glared furiously at Li Yuanzhong and Li Changfeng, wanting to crush them mercilessly and vent their anger on them!
Li Yuanzhong smiled faintly. "Junior Brother Li! I'll go first. Better to die early and be reborn early. Let's get this over with quickly so we can properly prepare for Subduing Tiger Hall!"
"Alright. Since Senior Brother Li has made up his mind, go ahead and draw first!"
Li Yuanzhong slowly walked onto the martial arts stage and drew a lot. Afterward, he handed it directly to the Martial Arts Elder.
Next Battle for the top twenty-five. Third match. Li Yuanzhong, chief disciple of the eighth branch of Arhat Hall. Versus You Yong, chief disciple of the eighth branch of Prajna Hall.
You Yong leaped directly onto the martial arts stage and pointed at Li Yuanzhong furiously. "Hmph! What a waste of a good lot. You, get up here and die! I'll step on your body and advance into the top twenty-five!"
Li Yuanzhong smiled faintly. "If you want to defeat me and advance easily, be careful not to capsize in a ditch."
"Enough nonsense! Get up here and fight!"
Li Yuanzhong slowly stepped onto the martial arts stage. "Please instruct me."
Li Yuanzhong had been fairly lucky. In the previous matches, he had never encountered a chief disciple, allowing him to pass rather easily. Now that he had met one, would he still be able to advance as easily as before?
Without another word, You Yong attacked. True energy erupted from his entire body, releasing the aura of a Peak Third-Rate Expert. He used the first stance of Wei Tuo Palm, Stone Crusher. Streams of firm yet supple true energy gathered in his palms, forming a palm technique imbued with Yin Softness.
With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of sixteen hundred pounds and struck toward Li Yuanzhong's chest.
Li Changfeng and the others frowned at the sight. "That guy looks like a fool, but who knew he was another one pretending to be weak? We couldn't tell at all from his previous matches that he had such strength!"
Li Yuanzhong refused to be outdone. True energy erupted from his entire body, releasing the aura of a Peak Third-Rate Expert. He used the first stance of the Shaolin Whirlwind Palm, Following the Wind. Streams of pale cyan true energy gathered in his palm, and his palm rose with the wind.
With nineteen years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of sixteen hundred pounds and met You Yong's fierce palm head-on.
"Damn! Who knew Senior Brother Li was also pretending to be weak!"
"Hehe! Junior Brother Li, aren't you the last person qualified to say that?"
Bang!
A dull sound rang out as their palms collided. Both men were knocked back three or four steps by the other's palm force. Their palm techniques were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
"Well, well! I didn't expect you to have such strength, or to have learned such a profound palm technique. I underestimated you!"
"Hehe! Brother You, if this is all the strength you have, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat me!"
"So be it! It seems I won't be able to defeat you without using my full strength!"
You Yong attacked again, using the first stance of the Shaolin Profound Void Fist, Yin Softness. Streams of Yin Soft true energy gathered around his fists. Then both fists struck out at once, unleashing a force of Yin Softness.
With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of seventeen hundred pounds and struck toward Li Yuanzhong's chest.
The cultivation methods and martial arts that disciples of Prajna Hall and Arhat Hall could exchange at Shaolin Temple were limited to just a few kinds. Only at Subduing Tiger Hall would they qualify to exchange for more profound cultivation methods and martial arts.
Li Yuanzhong's face turned solemn. He used the second stance of the Shaolin Whirlwind Palm, Gale. Streams of pale cyan true energy gathered in both palms. Suddenly, a fierce wind howled as he unleashed a barrage of palm shadows, carried forth on the gale.
With nineteen years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of seventeen hundred and fifty pounds and met You Yong's fierce palm head-on.
Bang!
As a dull sound of fists and palms clashing rang out, You Yong's Yin Soft fists were struck seven or eight times in succession by the gale-like palm shadows. He staggered back seven or eight steps, coughed up blood, and suffered a minor injury!
Li Changfeng was slightly surprised. "I didn't expect Senior Brother Li to understand the principle of Tian Ji's horse racing—using his strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses. What a fine strategy!"
Li Yuanzhong seized the chance to press his advantage and attacked again, using the second stance of the Shaolin Whirlwind Palm, Gale, to unleash a barrage of palm shadows toward You Yong!
"Bastard!"
You Yong roared angrily and hastily used the second stance of the Shaolin Profound Void Fist, Waves. Streams of Yin Soft true energy gathered in his fists, then both fists struck out together. The Yin Soft true energy surged like waves as it clashed head-on with Li Yuanzhong's supremely Yang palms.
With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of seventeen hundred and fifty pounds, forcefully clashing with Li Yuanzhong's gale-like palm force. However, because he had acted in haste, the power he displayed was considerably weaker.
Bang!
The gale-like barrage of palm shadows collided head-on with the wave-like Yin Soft fist force, producing bursts of exploding air. Then the palm shadows and wave-like fist force exploded across the martial arts stage. Both men coughed up blood and suffered injuries.
Because You Yong had already been injured, this clash only worsened his wounds. His injuries were more severe than Li Yuanzhong's.
You Yong glared furiously at Li Yuanzhong. "You damned bastard actually ambushed me!"
Li Yuanzhong grinned. "That counts as an ambush? It only means your skills were inferior!"
"Hmph! You won't get another chance! Take this!"
After saying that, You Yong immediately attacked, using the third stance of the Shaolin Profound Void Fist, Air Wave. Streams of Yin Soft true energy gathered in his fists, and then both fists struck out together, unleashing a Yin Soft wave of force.
With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of two thousand pounds and charged toward Li Yuanzhong.
What he had not expected was that Li Yuanzhong did not clash with him head-on. Instead, he said directly, "Martial Arts Elder! I concede!"
The Martial Arts Elder was slightly surprised. With a wave of his hand, he erased the fierce attack, then announced, "Prajna Hall wins this match!"
You Yong was so furious that he coughed up another mouthful of blood. "What the hell do you mean by that? You surrendered in the middle of the fight!"
Li Yuanzhong gave You Yong a look as though he were an idiot. "Fool! You know you can't win, yet you still insist on fighting head-on? Isn't that what idiots do?"
You Yong was so enraged that he spat out another mouthful of blood. "You... you bastard!"
Li Yuanzhong ignored him and stepped down from the stage. Li Changfeng and the others came over, giving him a thumbs-up as they laughed. "Hahaha! Senior Brother Li! Truly brilliant!"
"Hehe! You flatter me, Junior Brothers. I merely did my best to weaken Prajna Hall a little. The rest is up to you. I'm counting on you, Junior Brother Li! Do your best!"
"Haha! Don't worry, Senior Brother Li! I definitely won't disappoint you!"
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