Another Disturbance (2)

You Yong glanced at Qu Qingsheng, a disciple of the Prajna Hall's seventh branch, and said with a ferocious expression, "Instead of choosing the other weaklings, you just had to pick me. How interesting! Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Qu Qingsheng chuckled upon hearing this, not reacting much. However, the look he gave You Yong flashed with a hint of killing intent before his face returned to a calm expression as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Mingzhi mocked upon hearing this, "Heh heh! I'll challenge whoever I want. Those with strength naturally aren't afraid of challenges, only the weak will stand there and complain!"

You Yong's face was ferocious as he heard this, "I don't need you to tell me! I'll use my strength to prove that I'm qualified to enter the top ten!"

"Heh heh! Then we'll wait and see!"

After speaking, Yuan Mingzhi took the lead, his entire body's True Qi boiling. An aura of a second-rate expert slowly emanated from him as he used the first stance of the [Shaolin Cotton Palm], "Continuous." Streams of continuous True Qi slowly gathered in his palms, and then he suddenly struck out with a flurry of palm shadows.

Using twenty-five years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of one thousand nine hundred and fifty pounds, striking towards You Yong's chest.

You Yong was shocked to see such a fierce attack. He didn't expect the person challenging him to be so powerful, and he could only try his best, using the third stance of the [Shaolin Profound Void Fist], "Qi Wave." Streams of Yin and soft True Qi gathered in his fists, and then both fists were unleashed, striking out with waves of fist force that were as Yin and soft as Qi waves.

Each fist, with twenty years of Inner Force, unleashed a force of two thousand pounds, clashing head-on with Yuan Mingzhi's fierce palm shadows.

"Bang!"

The fierce and continuous palm shadows collided head-on with the Yin and soft, Qi wave-like fist force, emitting a series of muffled sounds of fists and palms clashing. Yuan Mingzhi was forced back seven or eight steps by this Yin and soft Qi wave fist force. A stream of Yin and soft power slowly flowed into his body, his face flushed, but Yuan Mingzhi directly dispersed it with his Inner Force.

Yuan Mingzhi was caught off guard by You Yong's sudden use of a powerful move. Seeing that Yuan Mingzhi was unable to recover for a moment, You Yong quickly attacked again, once again using the third stance of the [Shaolin Profound Void Fist], "Qi Wave." Streams of Yin and soft True Qi gathered in his fists, and then both fists were unleashed, striking out with waves of fist force that were as Yin and soft as Qi waves.

Each fist, with twenty years of Inner Force, unleashed a force of two thousand pounds, attacking Yuan Mingzhi!

Li Yuanzhong, watching from below, was slightly surprised, "Oh! This kid! He's a bit interesting! He's using my previous methods, but this is just a temporary solution, he's still going to lose!"

Yuan Mingzhi was furious upon seeing this, "Hmph! You want to use the same move again? What a joke! You have no chance!"

Yuan Mingzhi attacked in a rage, hastily using the second stance of the [Shaolin Cotton Palm], "Mighty." Streams of mighty and fierce True Qi slowly gathered in his palms, and then formed a mighty and fierce defensive millstone with a swipe of both palms.

Using twenty-five years of Inner Force, he unleashed a defensive millstone that could defend against two thousand one hundred and fifty pounds, directly receiving the Yin and soft, Qi wave-like fist force.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Only a series of muffled explosions were heard. You Yong's Yin and soft, Qi wave-like fist force directly struck Yuan Mingzhi's defensive millstone. The Yin and soft, surging fist force disappeared like a clay ox entering the sea, and he only felt a powerful Yin and soft rebound force.

He was then shaken back four or five steps by this rebound force, his hands trembling slightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Yuan Mingzhi took advantage of his weakness, his entire body's True Qi erupting. He used the third stance of the [Shaolin Cotton Palm], "Unceasing Ferocity." Streams of mighty and fierce True Qi slowly gathered in his palms, and his palms instantly erupted with bursts of extremely fierce power.

Using twenty-five years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of two thousand four hundred pounds, fiercely attacking You Yong.

Seeing this fierce attack, You Yong smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "Martial Arts Elder! I admit defeat!"

The Martial Arts Elder calmly took action upon hearing this, directly waving his hand to annihilate this fierce attack, and then announced, "Yuan Mingzhi wins this match!"

The extremely fierce palm force was directly annihilated, and Yuan Mingzhi immediately felt like he had hit the air, with no power at all. He frowned and said with a displeased expression, "Forget it! I've already entered the top ten, everything is back on track."

You Yong walked off the martial arts arena in disappointment, heading straight towards the Prajna Hall. He really had no face to stay here any longer.

Martial arts arena.

"Alright! You have all defeated your respective opponents and successfully advanced to the top ten. Next, we will begin the draw to determine the top five."

"Everyone, come up!"

The ten contestants below the stage came up to draw lots one after another. After seeing the lots in their hands, the contestants looked at their respective opponents.

First match.

Dong Tianbao, chief disciple of the Prajna Hall's first branch.

Versus

Leng Tianlu, a disciple of the Prajna Hall's first branch.

Second match.

Golden Arhat, chief disciple of the Arhat Hall's first branch.

Versus

Lei Tianyi, a disciple of the Prajna Hall's first branch.

Third match.

Li Changfeng of the Arhat Hall's tenth branch.

Versus

Zhou Deze, chief disciple of the Prajna Hall's fifth branch.

Fourth match.

Yuan Mingzhi, a disciple of the Prajna Hall's first branch.

Versus

Qu Qingsheng, a disciple of the Prajna Hall's seventh branch.

Fifth Match

Huang Hongzhe, the chief disciple of the Ninth Branch of Prajna Hall.

Versus

Chen Feng, the chief disciple of the Second Branch of Prajna Hall.

Li Changfeng looked at the lot in his hand and chuckled, "Brother Zhou! It seems you and I are destined!"

Zhou Deze's face twisted in response, "Humph! Just as well, I'll take care of you while I'm at it!"

Li Changfeng scoffed, "Heh! I hope it really goes the way you say!"

With that, Li Changfeng headed straight for the Arhat Hall side, while Zhou Deze stared at Li Changfeng with a gloomy and resentful expression, no one knew what he was thinking.