One Against Two (2)

The two men on the field were instantly shocked. "What?! This kid had been hiding his strength!"

They then stared at Li Changfeng with grave expressions, not daring to attack recklessly as they stood where they were, warily watching him and gathering their momentum.

Li Changfeng smiled faintly. "What's wrong? Too scared to come at me? Or are you afraid of me?"

Hu Jinglong said solemnly, "Don't get cocky! Your Inner Force isn't that much stronger than mine. There are still two of us here—why would we be afraid of you? What a joke!"

Li Changfeng chuckled upon hearing this. True qi erupted from his entire body as he unleashed the Hong Fist's Gong Zi Taming Tiger Fist - Overlord Fist Cauldron. Streams of fierce, domineering true qi gathered in his fists, and both fists shot out together with the imposing force of massive cauldrons.

With twenty-eight years of Inner Force and his own strength of seven hundred and fifty jin, he struck with a force of two thousand eight hundred jin, crushing down toward Hu Jinglong and the other man.

Hu Jinglong and Meng Mingzhi immediately felt as though those fists were two heavy cauldrons pressing down on them, leaving them unable to breathe. Hu Jinglong then shouted, "Meng Mingzhi! Hurry! Send your Inner Force into me—I'll take this move head-on!"

Without a word, Meng Mingzhi hurriedly pressed both palms against Hu Jinglong's back. Hu Jinglong felt a pure surge of true qi flood violently into his body. Combined with the true qi already within him, it caused a powerful aura to erupt from his entire body.

Hu Jinglong hurriedly unleashed the second form of the Shaolin Cotton Palm, Thick and Steady, with all his strength. Waves of dense, fierce true qi slowly gathered within his palms, then formed a thick and powerful defensive millstone with a sweep of his hands.

With twenty-seven years of Inner Force supplemented by the Inner Force Meng Mingzhi had poured into him, he formed a defensive millstone capable of withstanding two thousand seven hundred and fifty jin, forcefully receiving those domineering fists.

BOOM!

The fierce, domineering fists struck directly against the thick and powerful defensive millstone, producing a dull explosion. The two men were immediately jolted into coughing up blood by the tyrannical fist force and stumbled back four or five steps. They barely blocked the domineering attack and suffered only minor injuries.

After all, this was Inner Force transferred from another person, and the power it could unleash was limited. It could only barely withstand that tyrannical fist force.

Seizing the chance, Li Changfeng attacked again, using the Hong Fist's Iron Wire Fist - Thousand-Jin Drop. His true qi suddenly shook, the iron rings around his arms tightened, and he turned sideways, bringing both arms together before smashing downward with heavy, domineering fist force.

With twenty-eight years of Inner Force and his own strength of seven hundred and fifty jin, he unleashed a force of three thousand jin and smashed viciously toward Hu Jinglong's chest.

Seeing the ferocious incoming strike, Hu Jinglong and Meng Mingzhi were horrified. True qi erupted throughout their bodies as they used the third form of the Shaolin Cotton Palm, Unceasing Fierceness, with all their strength. Waves of dense, fierce true qi slowly gathered within their palms, which instantly burst forth with imposing power.

With twenty-seven years of Inner Force supplemented by Meng Mingzhi's transferred Inner Force, they unleashed a force of two thousand nine hundred jin to receive those heavy, domineering arms head-on.

BANG!

The heavy, domineering force of Li Changfeng's arms collided head-on with the dense, fierce palm force, producing a dull burst of air. Hu Jinglong and Meng Mingzhi immediately felt a heavy, tyrannical force shatter their palm strength. They spat out blood and staggered back seven or eight steps, severely injured!

Li Changfeng continued his assault, unleashing the Hong Fist's Iron Wire Fist - Twelve Interlocking Rings. Streams of true qi gathered in the iron rings around his arms. He then drew them in, tightened the rings, and flung them out with force.

Each iron ring carried twenty-eight years of Inner Force and his own strength of seven hundred and fifty jin, striking with a force of two thousand five hundred jin as they viciously shot toward Hu Jinglong and Meng Mingzhi.

Seeing this, the two hurriedly made their moves. Hu Jinglong hastily used the second form of the Shaolin Cotton Palm, Thick and Steady. Waves of dense, fierce true qi slowly gathered within his palms, then formed a thick and powerful defensive millstone with a sweep of his hands.

With twenty-seven years of Inner Force, he formed a defensive millstone capable of withstanding two thousand four hundred and fifty jin, forcibly receiving the oncoming iron rings.

Meanwhile, Meng Mingzhi gritted his teeth and overdrawn all the true qi in his body as he used the third form of the Flower Plucking Finger, Flower Plucking Smiling Pose. True qi slowly gathered in his fingers, and he formed a set of Flower Plucking Smiling Pose hand seals. A faint phantom of a Buddha appeared behind him, making the same seals and thrusting out ten fingers in succession.

Each finger carried twenty-three years of Inner Force, overtaxing his body to strike with a force of two thousand four hundred jin as it forcibly received the ferocious iron rings.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...

The sound of metal striking metal rang out repeatedly as the two men struggled with all their might to block the ferocious iron-ring attacks. Then Li Changfeng pulled both hands back, and the iron rings immediately retracted around his arms.

The two men were half-kneeling on the ground, blood streaming from their hands as they trembled slightly. Hu Jinglong's palms had split open from the blows, but he gritted his teeth and barely forced himself to stand. Meng Mingzhi was injured even more severely—his finger bones had been cracked by the fierce force, and his face was filled with pain.

Li Changfeng smiled faintly. "Do you two still want to continue?"

Hu Jinglong's expression was complicated as he replied hoarsely, "We lost. We were defeated by you alone. I lost completely and utterly. I have nothing to say."

With that, Hu Jinglong walked dejectedly off the martial arts stage, too ashamed to remain there. Meng Mingzhi stared at Li Changfeng with venomous hatred, then finally collapsed where he stood, already unconscious.

At this moment, the Martial Arts Elder slowly stepped forward. He gave Li Changfeng a deep look before saying calmly, "Li Changfeng wins this match!"

The audience below fell silent. Even now, they could not accept that a disciple who had entered the sect less than a year ago had defeated two experts from Prajna Hall through sheer strength.

The Arhat Hall disciples were utterly bewildered at first, then suddenly came to their senses and shouted, "We won! Li Changfeng defeated two Prajna Hall experts by himself!"

"Senior Brother Li is mighty! Senior Brother Li is domineering! He defeated two Prajna Hall experts alone and brought glory to Arhat Hall!"

The Arhat Hall disciples immediately erupted in cheers. This was something they had never dared imagine, yet Li Changfeng, a disciple who had entered the sect less than a year ago, had made it happen. He had dealt the Prajna Hall disciples a resounding slap across the face, leaving them exhilarated and overjoyed.

Dong Tianbao watched Li Changfeng defeat two Prajna Hall disciples with such proud bearing and said excitedly, "Interesting! Truly interesting! I never expected that besides the Golden Arhat, Arhat Hall would have another opponent worthy of making my fighting spirit boil. This pleases me greatly!"

Dong Tianbao suddenly walked over and said with a smile, "Li Changfeng! You are qualified to be my opponent!"

Li Changfeng: "..."

"You really are arrogant, Dong Tianbao!"