Li Yuanzhong VS You Yong

Li Changfeng sighed, "Eldest Brother's Inner Force is still too weak. He wasted a lot of time on external training, so his Inner Force hasn't kept up. Everyone in the Arhat Hall's Tenth Division must cultivate the Shaolin Bronze Body Skill; there's no way around it."

Golden Arhat said, "Shi Mingliang's strength shouldn't be underestimated either. Although his martial skills are just introductory techniques from the Prajna Hall, he has practiced them to perfection. He's comparable to disciples who are just starting to learn advanced martial skills."

"That makes sense. I guess that guy's focus is on cultivating Inner Force, and he just practices those two martial skills as a side thing."

At this moment, Ying Zhixing walked out with a pale face and said, "Next, let me draw lots first. I hope I draw a strong opponent so I can just surrender and let my fellow disciples advance more easily!"

After speaking, Ying Zhixing went directly to the stage to draw lots. The Prajna Hall disciples below prayed hopefully that he would draw one of them, allowing them to advance smoothly.

Ying Zhixing handed the drawn lot to the Martial Arts Elder.

Next up:

The battle for the top 25.

Match 2.

Ying Zhixing, chief disciple of the Arhat Hall's Fourth Division.

Versus

Dong Tianbao, chief disciple of the Prajna Hall's First Division.

Ying Zhixing smiled upon hearing this and said, "Martial Arts Elder! I am seriously injured and unable to fight. I forfeit!"

"Alright! In that case, the Prajna Hall wins this match!"

Dong Tianbao looked bored and said, "Hmph! How boring. What a waste of my time!"

"I've been drawing black lots all this time. Finally, I can draw a good one! Fellow disciples, this is all I can do to help. Good luck to you all! I'm going back to heal!"

"Junior Brother Ying! Take care! We'll see you in the Subduing Tiger Hall!"

"Alright! Farewell!"

The Prajna Hall disciples below looked unwilling. The fat sheep that would have allowed them to advance smoothly had flown away. Then, they looked angrily at Li Yuanzhong and Li Changfeng, wanting to defeat them severely and vent their anger on them!

Li Yuanzhong smiled slightly and said, "Junior Brother Li! I'll go first! The sooner you die, the sooner you're reborn. Let's finish this quickly and prepare for the Subduing Tiger Hall!"

"Alright! Since Senior Brother Li is determined, you go ahead and draw!"

Li Yuanzhong slowly walked onto the martial arts stage and began to draw lots. After drawing, he handed the lot directly to the Martial Arts Elder.

Next up:

The battle for the top 25.

Match 3.

Li Yuanzhong, chief disciple of the Arhat Hall's Eighth Division.

Versus

You Yong, chief disciple of the Prajna Hall's Eighth Division.

You Yong jumped directly onto the martial arts stage, pointed at Li Yuanzhong, and said angrily, "Hmph! What a waste of a good lot. You're the one. Come up here and die. I'll step over your body to advance to the top 25!"

Li Yuanzhong smiled slightly and said, "If you want to defeat me easily and advance, be careful not to capsize in a sewer!"

"Enough nonsense, come up and fight!"

Li Yuanzhong slowly walked onto the martial arts stage. "Please enlighten me!"

Li Yuanzhong's luck was relatively good. He hadn't encountered any chief disciples in the previous matches, allowing him to pass relatively easily. Now that he had encountered a chief disciple, he wondered if he would pass directly as before!

You Yong didn't say a word and attacked directly. His entire body erupted with True Qi, emitting the aura of a third-rate peak expert. He used the first stance of the Wei Tuo Palm, "Crushing Stone." Streams of both hard and soft True Qi gathered in his palms, creating an yin and supple palm technique.

With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of 1,600 jin, striking towards Li Yuanzhong's chest.

Li Changfeng and the others frowned upon seeing this. "This guy looks like a simpleton, but I didn't expect him to be pretending to be weak. We didn't see this level of strength in his previous matches at all!"

Li Yuanzhong wasn't willing to be outdone. His entire body erupted with True Qi, emitting the aura of a third-rate peak expert. He used the first stance of the Shaolin Whirlwind Palm, "Following the Wind." Streams of faint cyan True Qi gathered in his palms, his palms moving with the wind.

With nineteen years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of 1,600 jin, meeting Xie Anfu's fierce palm head-on.

"Wow! I didn't expect Senior Brother Li to be pretending to be weak too!"

"Hehe! Junior Brother Li! You don't seem to have the right to say that about others!"

Bang!

Only a low sound of two palms colliding was heard. The two were knocked back three or four steps by each other's palm force. The palm forces were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.

"Oh ho! I didn't expect you to have this kind of strength and to have learned such an advanced palm technique. I underestimated you!"

"Hehe! Brother You! If you only have this level of strength, I don't think you can defeat me!"

"Forget it! It seems I can't defeat you without going all out!"

You Yong attacked again, using the first stance of the Shaolin Profound Void Fist, "Yin Softness." Streams of yin and supple True Qi gathered in his fists. Then, he unleashed both fists simultaneously, striking out with a force of yin softness.

With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of 1,700 jin, striking towards Li Yuanzhong's chest.

The techniques that the Prajna Hall and Arhat Hall disciples exchange for in Shaolin Temple are just these few. Only those in the Subduing Tiger Hall are qualified to exchange for more profound techniques.

Li Yuanzhong looked solemn upon seeing this and used the second stance of the Shaolin Whirlwind Palm, "Wild Wind." Streams of faint cyan True Qi gathered in his palms. Suddenly, a wild wind howled, and he fiercely unleashed a flurry of palm prints, accompanied by this wild wind.

With nineteen years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of 1,750 jin, meeting You Yong's fierce palm head-on.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound of fists and palms colliding, You Yong's sinister fists were struck seven or eight times in succession by the whirlwind-like palm strikes. The force sent him staggering back seven or eight steps, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, suffering some injuries!

Li Changfeng was slightly surprised to see this and said, "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. A good strategy!"

Li Yuanzhong, seizing the opportunity to strike while he was weak, immediately attacked again, using the second stance of the

Shaolin Whirlwind Palm

, "Whirlwind," and fiercely unleashed a flurry of palm strikes towards You Yong!

"Bastard!"

You Yong roared angrily and hastily used the second stance of the

Shaolin Profound Void Fist

, "Wave." A stream of sinister True Qi gathered in his fists, and then he unleashed both fists, the sinister True Qi colliding head-on with the palms, which were filled with masculine energy, like waves.

With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of 1750 jin, directly clashing with Li Yuanzhong's whirlwind-like palm force. However, because he attacked in haste, the power was weakened considerably.

"Bang!"

The whirlwind-like flurry of palm strikes and the sinister wave-like fist force collided fiercely, creating a series of explosive sounds. Then, the countless palm strikes and wave-like fist forces exploded directly around the martial arts arena. Both of them spat out a mouthful of blood, each suffering injuries.

You Yong had already been injured before, so this clash only added injury to injury, making his injuries more severe than Li Yuanzhong's.

You Yong glared angrily at Li Yuanzhong, "You damned bastard, you actually ambushed me!"

Li Yuanzhong chuckled, "Did I ambush you? I can only say that your skills are inferior!"

"Humph! You won't have another chance! Take this!"

After saying that, You Yong immediately attacked, using the third stance of the

Shaolin Profound Void Fist

, "Qi Wave." A stream of sinister True Qi gathered in his fists, and then he unleashed both fists, sending out a sinister wave of Qi force.

With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of 2000 jin, attacking Li Yuanzhong.

To his surprise, Li Yuanzhong didn't even try to fight head-on and directly said, "Martial Arts Elder! I concede!"

The Martial Arts Elder was slightly surprised to hear this and directly waved his hand to extinguish this fierce attack, then announced, "Prajna Hall wins this match!"

You Yong was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot and said furiously, "What the hell do you mean? You actually surrendered halfway through the fight!"

Li Yuanzhong gave You Yong an idiotic look, "Fool! Is it not the act of a fool to fight hard when you know you can't win?"

You Yong spat out another mouthful of blood upon hearing this, "You... you bastard!"

Li Yuanzhong ignored him and walked directly off the stage. Li Changfeng and the others walked over, gave him a thumbs up, and laughed, "Haha! Senior Brother Li! Truly brilliant!"

"Hehe! You flatter me, Junior Brother. I was just trying my best to weaken the strength of Prajna Hall a little. It's up to you guys next. I have high hopes for you, Junior Brother Li! Keep it up!"

"Haha! Don't worry, Senior Brother Li! I will definitely not let you down!"