Golden Arhat VS Zhang Yuankai

Upon hearing this, Zhou Deze, the chief disciple of the Fifth Branch, angrily retorted, "Arrogant! A mere disciple of the Arhat Hall, how dare you boast so shamelessly, claiming that reaching the top ten is as easy as flipping your hand? What about us disciples of the Prajna Hall?"

Li Changfeng scoffed, "Senior Brother Zhou! If you're so unconvinced, how about we fight in the next round?"

Zhou Deze's expression flickered uncertainly. "A mere disciple of the Arhat Hall! What qualifications do you have to challenge me, the chief disciple of the esteemed Prajna Hall? Defeat the other disciples of the Prajna Hall first!"

"Heh! If you're afraid, just say so! Don't spout nonsense. The chief disciple of the dignified Fifth Branch of the Prajna Hall, actually afraid to fight, what a joke!"

Zhou Deze's face darkened upon hearing such sarcastic remarks. He stood there silently, glaring venomously at Li Changfeng. The other disciples of the Prajna Hall wore unsightly expressions, angry but afraid to speak out, utterly helpless against Li Changfeng's arrogance.

Dong Tianbao, upon hearing this, was furious. "You, the chief disciple of the dignified Fifth Branch, actually afraid to fight? You're a disgrace to the face of us Prajna Hall disciples!"

Zhou Deze, hearing such insulting words, stood there with a contorted face, not uttering a word, trembling with anger.

In truth, his choice wasn't wrong. He originally didn't have the confidence to defeat Li Changfeng, but being challenged publicly by Li Changfeng in front of everyone made it impossible for him to back down, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Li Changfeng thought to himself, "This guy can really endure! He can endure being challenged face-to-face, truly someone who can yield and stretch, quite a character. It seems I need to be careful of this guy!"

"Hmph! Li Changfeng! Don't get too cocky! I, Dong Tianbao, will be waiting for you later. When you meet me, you better not admit defeat!"

"Heh! You make it sound like I'm afraid of you. I'll be waiting!"

"Alright! Stop arguing! There's still a martial arts competition going on! Golden Arhat, come up and draw lots!"

"Yes! Martial Arts Elder! I'm coming up now."

Golden Arhat slowly walked onto the martial arts stage. The disciples of the Prajna Hall below instantly tensed up. In their eyes, only their first chief disciple, Dong Tianbao, was a match for him. They didn't want to encounter him!

Afterward, Golden Arhat handed the drawn lot to the Martial Arts Elder, who looked at the lot and said:

Next up, The battle for the top twenty-five.

Fifth match.

Golden Arhat, chief disciple of the First Branch of the Arhat Hall.

Versus

Zhang Yuankai, disciple of the Third Branch of the Prajna Hall.

Zhang Yuankai's face was unsightly, and he said through gritted teeth, "Why am I so unlucky! I actually have to fight this Golden Arhat, damn it!"

Then, the two slowly walked onto the martial arts stage and cupped their fists in salute.

"I am Golden Arhat, chief disciple of the First Branch of the Arhat Hall, please advise!"

"I am Zhang Yuankai, disciple of the Third Branch of the Prajna Hall, please advise!"

"Hmph! Golden Arhat! It won't be so easy for you to win against me!"

"Hehe! Junior Brother Zhang! Then let's see what skills you have!"

Zhang Yuankai took the initiative, his entire body's True Qi erupting, emanating the aura of a third-rate peak expert. His left hand used the first stance of [Wei Tuo Palm], "Crushing Stone," strands of both hard and soft True Qi gathering in his palm, a yin and soft palm technique.

Using twenty years of Inner Force, he attacked Golden Arhat with a force of sixteen hundred catties, striking towards Golden Arhat.

And his right hand used the first stance of [Shaolin Fist], "Triple Punch," using fierce punching power to directly attack Dong Pengfu's upper, middle, and lower three points, one punch hitting the abdomen, one punch hitting the chest, and one punch hitting the face.

Each punch, with twenty years of Inner Force, struck with a force of sixteen hundred catties, smashing towards Golden Arhat's three points.

Golden Arhat was slightly surprised upon seeing this. His entire body's True Qi surged, activating [Golden Bell Shield] "Seventh Level." A golden bell phantom slowly appeared, a fierce Golden Bell power bolstering his body.

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

Only the sound of great bells colliding could be heard. Golden Arhat stood still, unmoved. The fierce fist and palm power frantically struck Golden Arhat's golden bell phantom. Golden Arhat stood on the ground without moving an inch.

And Zhang Yuankai was shaken back by a powerful rebound force, his fists and palms feeling numb, his hands trembling slightly, looking at Golden Arhat with a face full of unwillingness!

"Junior Brother Zhang! To actually know how to use ambidexterity, striking with a different martial skill with each hand, such outstanding talent is truly astonishing!"

"Hmph! You don't need to comment on my talent. Next, I will use my full strength. Let's see if you can still be so nonchalant!"

"Hehe! Junior Brother Zhang! How about this, if you can push me back one step, I'll consider it my loss, how about it?"

"Hmph! To actually be so arrogant, Martial Arts Elder! Do his words count?"

"A monk does not speak falsely! Since he said so, of course, it counts!"

"Hehe! Since you're so arrogant, don't blame me!"

The Prajna Hall leader below shook his head upon seeing this. "A martial artist who doesn't even have the most basic martial virtue, even if you have outstanding talent, you won't become anything great!"

Zhang Yuankai sneered, his entire body's True Qi surging, using his full strength. His left hand used the second stance of [Wei Tuo Palm], "Breaking Stone," strands of both hard and soft True Qi gathering in his palm, a palm force that was fierce but not lacking in gentleness, striking out a series of illusory palm prints.

Using twenty years of Inner Force, he attacked Golden Arhat with a force of seventeen hundred catties, striking towards Golden Arhat.

And his right hand used the second stance of [Shaolin Fist], "Five Continuous Punches," using fierce punching power to directly attack Shi Yong's upper and middle points, one punch hitting the abdomen, one punch hitting the chest, one punch hitting the face, and the last two punches hitting the dantian.

Each punch, with twenty years of Inner Force, struck with a force of seventeen hundred catties, smashing towards Golden Arhat.

Golden Arhat smiled slightly, still standing on the ground without moving, activating [Golden Bell Shield] "Seventh Level." A golden, glittering bell phantom slowly appeared, more solid than the previous bell, a fierce Golden Bell power bolstering his body.

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

Only the sound of great bells colliding could be heard. Golden Arhat used his own golden, glittering bell phantom to withstand this fierce and violent fist and palm power. After a burst of output, Golden Arhat still stood firmly in place, not moving a single step.

And Zhang Yuankai, after a frenzy of output, stood directly in place, panting heavily, drops of blood flowing from his hands, trembling slightly.

"Junior Brother Zhang! Can you continue?"

"You... you bastard! Take my final move!"

Zhang Yuankai's face was filled with anger, his entire body's True Qi boiling as he exerted himself to the utmost. With his left hand, he unleashed the third stance of the Wei Tuo Palm, "Crushing Stone." Streams of both hard and soft True Qi gathered in his palm, instantly erupting with a burst of palm force capable of shattering stone.

Using twenty years of Inner Force, he attacked the Golden Arhat, striking with a force of nineteen hundred jin, slamming towards him.

And with his right hand, he used the third stance of the Shaolin Fist, "Ten-Strike Combo." Streams of forceful True Qi gathered in his fist, instantly erupting with a fierce fist force, striking out with ten fist shadows, madly attacking every part of the Golden Arhat's body.

Each fist, using twenty years of Inner Force, struck with a force of nineteen hundred jin, smashing towards the Golden Arhat.

The Golden Arhat, seeing such a fierce attack, remained unmoved, activating the Golden Bell Shield, "Eighth Level." A golden, solid great bell phantom slowly appeared, a force of supreme power reinforcing his body.

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

Zhang Yuankai looked completely insane, desperately using the power of his fists and palms, wildly smashing against the Golden Arhat's solid great bell phantom, causing a continuous series of bell sounds to ring out.

After a burst of frantic output, a cloud of dust billowed around. The Golden Arhat stood firmly on the ground, not moving a single step. Zhang Yuankai, however, was directly shocked by the forceful rebounding power, breaking both of his hands. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out, already defeated.

The Martial Arts Elder, seeing this, slowly walked out and said calmly, "The Arhat Hall wins this match!"