"Let me draw first this time! Senior Brother Jin, you can take the final slot."
"Junior Brother Li! Since you want to go first, then go ahead! I don't mind either way."
Li Changfeng slowly walked onto the martial arts arena and drew his lot, then handed it directly to the Martial Arts Elder. Below the stage, the Prajna Hall disciples watched Li Changfeng with either nervous faces or disdainful looks. The weak naturally feared facing him, while the strong wanted to defeat him in one stroke.
Next—
The battle for the top twenty-five.
Fourth match.
Li Changfeng, disciple of Arhat Hall's Tenth Branch.
Versus
Dong Pengfu, disciple of Prajna Hall's Second Branch.
The two slowly walked onto the martial arts arena and cupped their fists in greeting.
"I am Li Changfeng, a disciple of Arhat Hall's Tenth Branch. Please enlighten me!"
"I am Dong Pengfu, a disciple of Prajna Hall's Second Branch. Please enlighten me!"
"Brother Li! I know you're strong. You easily defeated the chief disciple of our branch and the disciples from the First Branch, so your strength certainly can't be underestimated. But defeating me easily won't be so simple!"
"Heh heh! Then let's see what you're really capable of and how many methods you can force me to use!"
"Hmph! Take this!"
Dong Pengfu struck first. True energy erupted from his body, releasing the aura of a second-rate expert. He used the first form of Shaolin Fist, Three Consecutive Punches. Both fists shot out together, their fierce force attacking Dong Pengfu's upper, middle, and lower openings—one punch at the abdomen, one at the chest, and one at the face.
With twenty-two years of Inner Force, each strike carried fifteen hundred pounds of force as it smashed toward Li Changfeng's three openings.
Li Changfeng smiled faintly. True energy erupted from his body as well, releasing the aura of a second-rate expert. He activated the Shaolin Bronze Body Skill, and a Vajra Arhat Phantom slowly appeared. Vajra Power blessed his body as Li Changfeng stood still, allowing the punch shadows to crash into him!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three dull metallic collisions rang out. Li Changfeng did not move a single step, while Dong Pengfu was sent stumbling back four or five steps by the rebounding force. His fists went slightly numb as he stared gravely at Li Changfeng.
"Brother Dong! There's no need for these pointless probes. They're just a waste of time!"
"Brother Li's Shaolin Bronze Body Skill is indeed formidable. I can't break through your defense without going all out. I won't hold back now!"
Dong Pengfu no longer held back. True energy erupted from his body as he used the third form of Shaolin Fist, Ten Consecutive Punches, with all his strength. Streams of fierce true energy gathered in his fists. Both fists shot out, erupting with savage force and producing twenty punch shadows that frantically attacked every part of Li Changfeng's body.
Every punch carried twenty-two years of Inner Force and nineteen hundred pounds of force as it smashed toward Li Changfeng's three openings.
Li Changfeng chuckled. True energy erupted from his body as he used twenty-two years of Inner Force to activate the Shaolin Bronze Body Skill. A Vajra Arhat Phantom slowly appeared, and Vajra Power blessed his body. Li Changfeng stood unmoving where he was, allowing the twenty punch shadows to strike all over his body!
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The fierce punch force rained wildly upon Li Changfeng's solid, sturdy Vajra Arhat Phantom, producing repeated metallic crashes. Li Changfeng was driven back seven or eight steps by the force, yet he forcibly withstood the savage assault.
Then, seizing the right moment, he used the first form of Eighteen Styles of Entanglement, Grasp Shoulder, Step on Leg. His hand formed a claw and seized Dong Pengfu's punch shadow, then he yanked hard.
Combining twenty-two years of Inner Force with his own seven hundred and fifty pounds of strength, he unleashed twenty-five hundred pounds of force, preparing to throw Dong Pengfu down hard.
Dong Pengfu's face changed drastically. He hurriedly erupted with true energy and used the first form of Shaolin Shadowless Kick, Shadow. Streams of true energy gathered in his legs as he kicked seven or eight times at extreme speed with twenty-two years of Inner Force, striking Li Changfeng's body.
Li Changfeng immediately released his grip and activated the Shaolin Bronze Body Skill again. A Vajra Arhat Phantom slowly appeared, Vajra Power blessing his body as he forcibly took the seven or eight lightning-fast leg shadows.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The seven or eight shadowlike kicks struck Li Changfeng directly, producing a series of dull metallic collisions. Li Changfeng dropped into the Four-Level Horse stance of Hong Fist and stood firmly without moving.
Dong Pengfu, meanwhile, was forced back several steps by the fierce rebounding force. He then performed a backflip, forcibly dispersing the impact.
Li Changfeng thought, What fast legwork! It actually forced me to let go and take those kicks head-on. Sigh, what a pity my Eighteen Styles of Entanglement is only at the beginner level, and my moves aren't fast enough. Otherwise, he'd already be lying on the ground defeated!
Dong Pengfu looked gravely at Li Changfeng and thought, That was close! I nearly lost to him in one move! This guy really is incredibly strong. If I want to win, I can only use speed against slowness and defeat him with my lightning-fast legwork!
Dong Pengfu attacked again, using the second form of Shaolin Shadowless Kick, Follow Form. Streams of true energy slowly gathered in his legs. Suddenly, he leaped into the air. With only the sound of rushing wind, Dong Pengfu's leg shadow had already reached Li Changfeng's face.
With twenty-two years of Inner Force, it carried nineteen hundred and fifty pounds of force as it kicked toward Li Changfeng's face.
"Heh heh! Trying to use speed against slowness? That's a good method, but unfortunately, Eighteen Styles of Entanglement isn't the only martial skill I know!"
Li Changfeng sneered. True energy boiled throughout his body as he used Hong Fist's Iron Wire Fist - Twelve Interlocking Rings. Streams of true energy gathered in the iron rings around his arms. Then, with a pull that tightened the rings, he flung them out with force.
Each iron ring combined twenty-two years of Inner Force with his own seven hundred and fifty pounds of strength, unleashing two thousand pounds of force as it savagely shot toward Dong Pengfu.
Dong Pengfu was shocked. He hurriedly used his Shaolin Shadowless Kick, which had been aimed at Li Changfeng, to frantically kick at the menacing incoming iron rings.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The lightning-fast, fierce leg shadows struck the twelve iron rings repeatedly, producing dull metallic crashes. Dong Pengfu's legs went numb from the powerful rings, and he was violently sent flying.
He gritted his teeth and performed a backflip, landing firmly on the ground. Then his numb legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees. His feet trembled slightly—he had already lost!
The Martial Arts Elder slowly stepped forward and said calmly, "Arhat Hall wins this match!"
Dong Pengfu gave a bitter smile. "Brother Li, your strength truly is impressive. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"
"Heh heh! Your strength is quite good as well. If you hadn't run into me, you would certainly have earned a spot in the top twenty-five."
"Brother Li, you flatter me! With your strength, reaching the top ten should be no problem, right?"
"Top ten? For me, it's as easy as turning over my hand!"
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