"The twenty-seventh form. As for a twenty-eighth, that exists only in my imagination. I have no idea where to begin. Perhaps I'll comprehend it one day, or perhaps it ends at twenty-seven forms," Hong Yi said.
"Although I've never seen you use the twenty-seventh form, just imagining its power is enough to make my heart tremble," Huang Xiao said.
"Impressive!" Even Liaochen could not help exclaiming.
"Liaochen, enough about me. Several years ago, I heard you'd mastered several more of Shaolin's Eighty-One Supreme Arts. Throughout Shaolin Temple's history, some eminent monks struggled to master even a single supreme art, yet you find it as easy as eating and drinking. You're an absolute monster," Hong Yi said, looking at Liaochen.
"It's not actually as you imagine. I've only comprehended parts of them. You could say I've crossed the threshold, but I'm far from proficient. Although I know quite a few, I've truly brought only three cultivation methods to full mastery. The others are still a long way off," Liaochen said.
"Good heavens, and you have the nerve to say 'only three'?" Hong Yi slapped his forehead, looking as though he could barely stand it. "How many eminent monks in Shaolin Temple's history achieved full mastery of three cultivation methods? Of course, I know there were some, but how could your age compare with theirs? How old are you?"
"Even with three fully mastered supreme arts, I'm still no match for you, Chief Hong," Liaochen said.
"Why argue over this? Whatever else may be said, we stand at the forefront of the younger generation in this world, along with Brother Dugu, Brother Meng, and the others, of course. Xu Wuyu and Cao Wuxin, once so insufferably arrogant, have long since turned to dust. Only the living have the right to keep advancing,