Renewed Turmoil

The Arhat Hall Leader gave a wry smile. "Abbot, your eye for people truly is remarkable. This kid is no ordinary man—he really is a hidden dragon. But when you say he's no worse than Golden Arhat and Dong Tianbao, I still find it hard to believe!"

The Prajna Hall Chief smiled faintly. "As expected of someone the Abbot favors, his strength is indeed extraordinary. But with only this much strength, he can at most be a match for Tianbao. Winning is unlikely!"

Golden Arhat chuckled. "Junior Brother Li has certainly hidden himself well. This is probably not even his full strength. My instincts have always been accurate. It seems this championship won't be easy to claim after all!"

"Enough! Does anyone still have any objections to these top ten? If not, the battle for the top ten begins now!"

At this moment, Chen Feng and Yuan Mingzhi's expressions shifted uncertainly. Then they gritted their teeth and said, "We object!"

The Martial Arts Elder was slightly surprised, but said calmly, "What objections do you have? Do you still want to challenge Li Changfeng? If I remember correctly, both of you have already lost to him!"

"Martial Arts Elder, we are not challenging Li Changfeng. We wish to challenge other members of the top ten!"

The Martial Arts Elder pondered for a while before sighing helplessly. "Fine, fine! Since the rules have already been broken, let it go. I'll give you one chance, and one chance only! From now on, no one may break such rules again."

At this moment, You Yong, the chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Eighth Branch, frowned. "Martial Arts Elder, this doesn't seem right! We endured countless hardships to reach the top ten. How can they challenge us whenever they please?"

Shi Mingliang, the chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Tenth Branch, said, "That's right! We worked so hard to fight our way into the top ten. Why should these two defeated generals be allowed to challenge us whenever they want? Martial Arts Elder, you said yourself that luck is also part of strength!"

The Martial Arts Elder raised his brows. "You are dignified top ten disciples, yet you're this frightened? And you call yourselves chief disciples? You don't even have the courage of Li Changfeng, a mere ordinary disciple. What a disgrace!"

"Of course, if you two challengers fail, you must personally give them half of their top ten rewards. Are you still willing to challenge them?"

Without another word, Chen Feng said directly, "This disciple is willing!"

He then looked at Yuan Mingzhi and sneered. "What's wrong? Too scared?"

Yuan Mingzhi immediately flew into a rage. "Who said I'm scared? Of course I'm willing!"

"Good! Since both of you have made up your minds, who will you challenge?"

Chen Feng smiled faintly. "You... you there! What are you staring at? Shi Mingliang! Didn't you call us defeated generals? Then I'll challenge you!"

Shi Mingliang immediately became furious. "Hmph! Bring it on! Who's afraid of whom? You make it sound like I'm scared of you! Since I fought my way into the top ten, I can knock down a defeated general like you again!"

Yuan Mingzhi solemnly looked over several of the top ten opponents. His gaze drifted between You Yong and Qu Qingsheng, a disciple of Prajna Hall's Seventh Branch. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I challenge You Yong!"

You Yong gave a sinister grin. "You passed over a disciple from Prajna Hall's Seventh Branch just to challenge me, a chief disciple. Looks like you think I'm easy to bully! I'll make sure you remember this!"

"Hmph! The winner hasn't been decided yet! You're so sure you can beat me?"

The Martial Arts Elder said impatiently, "Fine! Since you've chosen your opponents, begin now!"

First match,

Chen Feng, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Second Branch.

Versus

Shi Mingliang, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Tenth Branch.

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

"I am Chen Feng, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Second Branch. Please enlighten me!"

"I am Shi Mingliang, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Tenth Branch. Please enlighten me!"

Without another word, Chen Feng leaped onto the arena first and said arrogantly, "Come up! I'll give you a chance to strike, or you truly won't have one!"

"Hmph! I seem to recall you saying the same thing in your previous match, only to be beaten until you knelt and begged for mercy!"

As if recalling something, Chen Feng's face immediately reddened. "Bullshit! I was merely careless before. Otherwise, he wouldn't have defeated me so easily!"

Shi Mingliang mocked, "Anyone can talk big. A loss is a loss!"

Chen Feng immediately roared in anger, "Hmph! Enough nonsense. Make your move!"

Shi Mingliang struck first. True energy erupted from his entire body, releasing the aura of a peak third-rate expert. He unleashed the first form of the Wei Tuo Palm, Stone Crusher. Streams of firm yet yielding true energy gathered in his palms, forming a Yin Softness palm technique.

With twenty years of Inner Force, he unleashed sixteen hundred pounds of force and struck toward Chen Feng's chest.

Seeing the fierce incoming strike, Chen Feng said disdainfully, "That's all the strength you have? Weak! Truly weak!"

With that, he attacked directly. True energy boiled throughout his body, and the aura of a second-rate expert burst forth. He unleashed the first form of Shaolin Fist, Three Linked Fists, attacking Shi Mingliang's upper, middle, and lower sections with savage punches—one to the abdomen, one to the chest, and one to the face.

Each punch carried twenty-eight years of Inner Force and two thousand one hundred pounds of force, meeting those Yin Softness palms head-on.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of fist-and-palm collisions rang out. Shi Mingliang's Yin Softness palms were shattered by Chen Feng's two fierce punches, and the final punch slammed directly into his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying out of the arena, utterly defeated!

Chen Feng's face was filled with disdain. "What a pathetic opponent! You only made it into the top ten entirely by luck!"

Shi Mingliang was so furious that he spat out another mouthful of blood, yet there was nothing he could do. It had to be said that he had indeed reached the top ten through luck. Now that he had been defeated, he had nothing to say. He then walked away dejectedly without looking back.

At this moment, the Martial Arts Elder slowly stepped forward and said calmly, "Chen Feng wins this match!"

Chen Feng immediately let out a sigh of relief. "I finally made it into the top ten! It was close, but no real danger! I never expected that guy to be this weak. I hadn't watched that kid's previous matches, so I was nervous during the fight!"

With so many matches, it was impossible for everyone to pay attention to every opponent's abilities. By coincidence, Chen Feng and Yuan Mingzhi had chosen opponents whose true strength they did not understand.

Next.

Yuan Mingzhi, disciple of Prajna Hall's First Branch.

Versus

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

Yuan Mingzhi took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the martial arts arena. You Yong did the same.

There was a reason Yuan Mingzhi chose You Yong over Qu Qingsheng, the disciple of Prajna Hall's Seventh Branch. When his gaze swept over Qu Qingsheng, he felt a terrifying stare. That gaze made his heart tremble with fear, so he could only choose You Yong.

"I am Yuan Mingzhi, a disciple of Prajna Hall's First Branch. Please enlighten me!"

"I am You Yong, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Eighth Branch. Please enlighten me!"