You Yong glanced at Qu Qingsheng, a disciple of Prajna Hall's Seventh Branch, and snarled, "He could have picked any of the weaker ones, but he just had to pick me. How interesting! Does he really think I'm so easy to bully?"
Qu Qingsheng chuckled darkly at that and showed no other reaction. Yet a flash of killing intent passed through his gaze as he looked at You Yong, before his face returned to calm as though nothing had happened.
Yuan Mingzhi sneered, "Heh! I'll challenge whoever I want. Those with real strength naturally don't fear challenges. Only the weak stand there whining with disgruntled faces!"
You Yong's face twisted viciously. "You don't need to tell me that! I'll prove with my strength that I deserve to enter the top ten!"
"Heh! Then we'll see."
With that, Yuan Mingzhi struck first. Qi surged through his entire body as the aura of a second-rate expert slowly spread from him. He unleashed the first stance of the Shaolin Cotton Palm, "Unbroken Flow." Streams of continuous qi gathered between his palms before he suddenly sent forth a flurry of palm shadows.
With twenty-five years of Inner Force, he unleashed a force of 1,950 pounds, striking toward You Yong's chest.
You Yong was shocked by the ferocity of the attack. He had not expected the one challenging him to be so powerful. He could only strike with all his might, using the third stance of the Shaolin Profound Void Fist, "Wave of Qi." Streams of Yin Softness qi gathered within his fists, and then both fists shot out together, releasing waves of soft, surging fist force.
Each punch carried twenty years of Inner Force and a force of 2,000 pounds, clashing head-on against Yuan Mingzhi's fierce palm shadows.
Bang!
The fierce, unceasing palm shadows collided with the soft fist force that surged like waves, producing a series of dull impacts as fists and palms met. Yuan Mingzhi was forced back seven or eight steps by that Yin Softness wave-like force. A strand of soft energy seeped into his body, making his face flush red before he directly dispersed it with his Inner Force.
Yuan Mingzhi had been caught off guard by You Yong's sudden ultimate move. Seeing that Yuan Mingzhi had yet to recover, You Yong quickly attacked again, once more using the third stance of the Shaolin Profound Void Fist, "Wave of Qi." Streams of Yin Softness qi gathered within his fists, and then both fists shot out together, releasing waves of soft, surging fist force.
Each punch carried twenty years of Inner Force and a force of 2,000 pounds as it charged toward Yuan Mingzhi with killing intent!
Li Yuanzhong, watching from below, was slightly surprised. "Oh! This kid is interesting! He's using the method I used before. But that only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. He'll still lose in the end!"
Yuan Mingzhi flew into a rage. "Hmph! You want to use the same move again? What a joke! You have no chance now!"
Yuan Mingzhi attacked in fury, hurriedly using the second stance of the Shaolin Cotton Palm, "Profound Strength." Dense, fierce qi slowly gathered in his palms. With a sweep of both hands, he formed a solid, powerful defensive millstone.
With twenty-five years of Inner Force, he formed a defensive millstone capable of blocking 2,150 pounds of force, taking the wave-like Yin Softness fist force head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of low, muffled explosions rang out as You Yong's soft, wave-like fist force struck Yuan Mingzhi's defensive millstone. The surging Yin Softness force vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea, while a powerful soft rebounding force surged back at him.
The rebound sent him staggering back four or five steps. His hands trembled slightly, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, Yuan Mingzhi pressed his advantage. Qi erupted from his entire body as he used the third stance of the Shaolin Cotton Palm, "Unceasing Ferocity." Dense, fierce qi slowly gathered in his palms, which instantly erupted with an overwhelmingly fierce aura.
With twenty-five years of Inner Force, he unleashed a savage force of 2,400 pounds and charged at You Yong.
Facing this fierce attack, You Yong gave a bitter smile and said helplessly, "Martial Arts Elder! I concede!"
The Martial Arts Elder calmly intervened, waving his hand to directly obliterate the fierce attack before announcing, "Yuan Mingzhi wins this match!"
His overwhelmingly fierce palm force was directly extinguished. Yuan Mingzhi immediately felt as though he had struck empty air, with none of its power remaining. He frowned and said with a displeased expression, "Fine! I've already made it into the top ten. Everything is back on track."
You Yong walked off the martial stage in dejection and headed straight toward Prajna Hall. He truly had no face left to remain here.
Martial stage.
"Good! You have all defeated your respective opponents and successfully advanced into the top ten. Next, we will draw lots to determine the top five."
"Come up, all of you!"
The ten contestants below came forward one after another to draw lots. After seeing the lots in their hands, they looked toward their respective opponents.
------------------------------------- First Match. Dong Tianbao, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's First Branch. Versus Leng Tianlu, disciple of Prajna Hall's First Branch. ------------------------------------- Second Match. Golden Arhat, chief disciple of Arhat Hall's First Branch. Versus Lei Tianyi, disciple of Prajna Hall's First Branch. ------------------------------------- Third Match. Li Changfeng of Arhat Hall's Tenth Branch. Versus Zhou Deze, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Fifth Branch. ------------------------------------- Fourth Match. Yuan Mingzhi, disciple of Prajna Hall's First Branch. Versus Qu Qingsheng, disciple of Prajna Hall's Seventh Branch. ------------------------------------- Fifth Match. Huang Hongzhe, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Ninth Branch. Versus Chen Feng, chief disciple of Prajna Hall's Second Branch. -------------------------------------
Li Changfeng looked at the lot in his hand and chuckled. "Brother Zhou! It seems you and I are fated to meet!"
Zhou Deze's face twisted viciously. "Hmph! Perfect timing. I can take care of you while I'm at it!"
Li Changfeng sneered. "Heh! Let's hope it turns out just as you say!"
With that, Li Changfeng headed directly toward Arhat Hall. Zhou Deze, meanwhile, stared at Li Changfeng with a gloomy, venomous expression, no one knowing what he was thinking.
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