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Monk Yuan Kong took a small jade-carved box from his robes and picked out some black ointment that gave off a strong herbal scent. He carefully smeared it over two fingers. A cool sensation immediately spread through his hand, easing some of the pain. After putting the box away, Monk Yuan Kong sent his internal energy into his fingers to help the medicine take effect. Before long, the swelling had subsided. Though some pain remained, it would not affect the coming match.
Monk Yuan Kong swung his arm, flexed his fingers a few times, then leaped back into the circle. Pressing his palms together, he said, "Zhang Xiaohua, according to the rules of the martial world, since I stepped out of the circle to apply medicine, I should admit defeat. But this match concerns my sect's honor. This humble monk dares not tarnish its name by conceding so easily. Besides, this is an arena. Being knocked off the platform is the proper way to lose. Furthermore, you already allowed me to treat my injury. So let us continue."
Zhang Xiaohua was left dumbfounded. "Little Master Yuan Kong, is this the legendary lotus blooming from the tongue? I never asked you to admit defeat, so why are you going on and on with all these arguments? You could probably talk even a dead man back to life."
Monk Yuan Kong's face reddened slightly, though it did not show on his dark, rough complexion. Without answering, he charged forward with a fist raised, swung his arm, and smashed toward Zhang Xiaohua's face. This time, he used neither the Silk Entangling Grappling Hand nor the Vajra Subduing Demon Palm, but the Seventy-Two Forms of the Mad Demon Staff Technique.
This staff