Li Changfeng VS Dong Pengfu

"Let me draw lots first! Senior Brother Jin, you go last."

"Junior Brother Li! Since you want to go first, go ahead! I don't mind, either way is fine."

Li Changfeng slowly walked onto the martial arts arena and directly drew a lot. After drawing it, he handed it directly to the martial arts elder. The disciples of Prajna Hall below the stage looked at Li Changfeng with tense or disdainful expressions. The weak naturally feared facing Li Changfeng, while the strong thought about defeating him in one fell swoop.

Next up was

The battle for the top twenty-five.

Match four.

Arhat Hall, Tenth Branch disciple, Li Changfeng.

Versus

Prajna Hall, Second Branch disciple, Dong Pengfu.

The two slowly walked onto the martial arts arena and cupped their fists.

"Li Changfeng, disciple of the Tenth Branch of Arhat Hall, please advise!"

"Dong Pengfu, disciple of the Second Branch of Prajna Hall, please advise!"

"Brother Li! I know you are very strong, able to easily defeat the chief disciple of our branch and the disciples of the First Branch. Your strength must not be underestimated, but it won't be easy to defeat me easily either!"

"Heh! Then we'll see how much you're really worth and how many tricks you can force me to use!"

"Hmph! Take this!"

Dong Pengfu took the lead, his entire body's true energy erupting, radiating the aura of a second-rate expert. He used the first stance of

Shaolin Fist

, "Triple Punch," his fists coming out together, using fierce fist strength to directly attack Dong Pengfu's upper, middle, and lower body, one punch hitting the abdomen, one punch hitting the chest, and one punch hitting the face.

Using twenty-two years of internal force, he struck with a force of fifteen hundred pounds, smashing towards Li Changfeng's three paths.

Li Changfeng smiled slightly, his entire body's true energy erupting, radiating the aura of a second-rate expert. He activated the

Shaolin Bronze Body Skill

, and a Vajra Arhat phantom slowly appeared, a Vajra force blessing his body. Li Changfeng stood directly in place, unmoved, allowing the fist shadows to smash into his body!

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

Only three muffled sounds of metal colliding were heard. Li Changfeng stood in place without moving a step, while Dong Pengfu was shaken back four or five steps by a rebounding force, his fists slightly numb, and he looked at Li Changfeng with a solemn expression.

"Brother Dong! There's no need for unnecessary probing, it's just a waste of time!"

"Brother Li's

Shaolin Bronze Body Skill

is indeed powerful. I can't break through your defense without going all out. I won't hold back next!"

Dong Pengfu no longer held back, his entire body's true energy erupting, and he used the third stance of

Shaolin Fist

, "Ten Consecutive Punches," with bursts of fierce true energy condensed in his fists. His fists came out together, and a fierce fist force erupted, striking out twenty fist shadows, frantically attacking all parts of Li Changfeng's body.

Each punch used twenty-two years of internal force, striking with a force of nineteen hundred pounds, smashing towards Li Changfeng's three paths.

Li Changfeng chuckled, his entire body's true energy erupting, using twenty-two years of internal force to activate the

Shaolin Bronze Body Skill

. A Vajra Arhat phantom slowly appeared, a Vajra force blessing his body. Li Changfeng stood directly in place, unmoved, allowing the twenty fist shadows to smash into all parts of his body!

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...

The fierce fist force frantically vented on Li Changfeng's thick and hard Vajra Arhat phantom, emitting a series of metallic collision sounds. Li Changfeng was struck by this fist force and retreated seven or eight steps, barely withstanding this violent attack.

Then, seizing the opportunity, he used the first stance of

Eighteen Styles of Entanglement

, "Shoulder Grab and Leg Sweep," his hand forming a claw, grabbing Dong Pengfu's fist shadow, and pulling hard.

Using twenty-two years of internal force plus his own seven hundred and fifty pounds of strength, he used a force of two thousand five hundred pounds, preparing to throw Dong Pengfu down with force.

Dong Pengfu was shocked at the sight and quickly erupted with his entire body's true energy, using the first stance of

Shaolin Shadowless Kick

, "Shadowless." Bursts of true energy slowly condensed in his legs, and he kicked out seven or eight legs with extreme speed, hitting Li Changfeng's body.

Li Changfeng quickly released his hand and activated the

Shaolin Bronze Body Skill

. A Vajra Arhat phantom slowly appeared, a Vajra force blessing his body, and he forcibly withstood these extremely fast seven or eight leg shadows.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

The extremely fast and shadowless seven or eight leg forces directly kicked Li Changfeng's body, emitting a series of muffled metallic collision sounds. Li Changfeng directly adopted the horse stance of Hung Fist, standing firmly on the ground without moving.

Dong Pengfu was shaken back a few steps by this fierce rebounding force, and then did a backflip, forcibly unloading this rebounding force.

Li Changfeng thought to himself, "What fast legwork! It actually forced me to release my hand and forcibly withstand this legwork. Alas! It's a pity that my

Eighteen Styles of Entanglement

is only at the entry level, and my moves aren't fast enough, otherwise he would have been lying on the ground and lost!"

Dong Pengfu looked at Li Changfeng solemnly, thinking to himself, "That was close! I was almost defeated by him in one move! This guy is indeed surprisingly strong. If I want to win, I can only use speed to overcome slowness and use my extremely fast legwork to defeat him!"

Dong Pengfu attacked again, using the second stance of

Shaolin Shadowless Kick

, "Following Shadow." Bursts of true energy slowly condensed in his legs, and he suddenly leaped into the air. Only the sound of wind was heard, and Dong Pengfu's leg shadow had already reached Li Changfeng's face.

Using twenty-two years of internal force, he struck with a force of nineteen hundred and fifty pounds, lifting towards Li Changfeng's face.

"Heh! Want to use speed to overcome slowness? That's a good method, but unfortunately, I don't just have the

Eighteen Styles of Entanglement

!"

Li Changfeng sneered, his entire body's true energy boiling, and he used the

Hung Fist

"Iron Wire Fist's Twelve Interlocking Rings." Bursts of true energy condensed in the iron rings on his arms, and then he retracted the iron rings and tightened them, throwing them out with force.

Each iron ring used twenty-two years of internal force plus his own seven hundred and fifty pounds of strength, using a force of two thousand pounds to fiercely attack Dong Pengfu.

Dong Pengfu was shocked at the sight and quickly used the

Shaolin Shadowless Kick

that was kicking towards Li Changfeng to frantically kick towards the oncoming iron rings.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

The extremely fast and fierce leg shadows frantically kicked the twelve iron rings, emitting a series of muffled metallic collision sounds. Dong Pengfu's legs were numb from being shaken by the fierce iron rings, and he flew out violently.

Then, gritting his teeth, he did a backflip and stood firmly on the ground. Suddenly, his legs went numb and softened, and he knelt down directly, his feet trembling slightly, and he had already been defeated!

The martial arts elder slowly walked out and said indifferently, "Arhat Hall wins this match!"

Dong Pengfu smiled bitterly, "Brother Li's strength is indeed amazing, I am convinced of my loss!"

"Heh! Your strength is also quite good. If you hadn't met me, you would definitely have been in the top twenty-five."

"Brother Li is really overpraising me! With Brother Li's strength, it wouldn't be too much to say that you could make it into the top ten!"

"Top ten? It's as easy as flipping my hand!"