A Wealth of Supreme Techniques

The thinner the rain and fog, the brighter the sky became.

The woods were damp and fresh, with water droplets clinging to the green leaves.

As the sunlight shone down, a fortunate angle allowed Master Miaofan to see a slight iridescence appear on the surface of a water droplet in front of him.

"This old monk should be able to fight for more than ten moves, but be defeated within twenty."

Master Miaofan's answer was very serious.

Chu Tianshu said calmly, "Then I'll give it a try. Be careful, Master."

Miaofan's clothes, which were being fluttered by the breeze, and even his beard, suddenly froze. It was as if his profound internal energy had been channeled throughout his body, raising him to a state of heightened vigilance.

Chu Tianshu waited a moment before making his move.

They were about two zhang apart. When Chu Tianshu raised his hand to grab, his body followed suit, and in an instant, he was already close by.

The air in front of his palm was disturbed by his internal force and gradually took shape, as if a layer of air film was wrapped around his hand.

Miaofan's body suddenly slumped.

Faced with this grab, the old monk almost squatted down.

Without hesitation, Chu Tianshu clenched his fist and slammed it down.

The air membrane covering the surface of his palm was shattered by this squeeze.

When a fist slams down, a shockwave spreads even faster than the fist itself.

Chu Tianshu's internal energy was of extremely high quality. Even when he used the same old fist techniques to train his internal strength, his internal energy would flow on its own and exert its effects.

The Mind Power is too ethereal; if it were to directly interfere with the air, attempting to use the ethereal to control the substantial, it would result in considerable waste.

If the force is too strong, it will cause a lot of air disturbance and waste.

Only internal force is most efficient at interfering with the air.

The shockwave from the crushed air membrane had a faint bluish tint.

Before the fist even arrived, the shockwave had already distorted and deformed the monk's figure below.

It turned out to be just an afterimage.

The old monk's true form had already moved rapidly to the side, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

Some were squatting, some were supporting themselves with one hand, some were touching the ground with their bald heads, and some were standing on one foot with their left foot on their right knee.

These movements were bizarre and absurd, not at all like something that should happen in a battle.

These movements are not conducive to using physical strength, making it difficult to achieve the goal of rapid movement.

But this is actually a sophisticated internal energy cultivation technique called "Nine Diagrams and Six Seated Postures," which, once mastered, is incredibly fast.

It includes fifty-four meditation postures. Once mastered, one can maintain any one of these postures for twelve hours without moving.

He entered a meditative state and his internal energy gradually improved.

This is the best set of dodging skills in Southern Shaolin, but because it requires meditation and Zen meditation as the foundation of one's state of mind, one cannot make any counter-attacking movements when performing this set of movements.

Abbot Miaofan is a shrewd man.

The moment Chu Tianshu raised his hand, he felt the oppressive aura emanating from Chu Tianshu and was shocked by the domineering nature of this aura.

A person with this kind of imposing presence is definitely someone with incredibly rich combat experience.

If Miaofan tries to retaliate, she will likely fall right into the enemy's trap.

Even if we accept the guidance and interference of the successors of the Zongheng, we cannot diminish our own prestige.

Miaofan intended to use these "Nine Diagrams and Six Seated Postures" to evade more than twenty moves.

These twenty moves were enough for him to witness Chu Tianshu's strength and also to demonstrate the mastery of the Southern Shaolin.

Chu Tianshu threw a punch but missed again. He rallied his spirits and unleashed a flurry of punches with both hands.

He surged forward, grabbing three times with both hands.

The illusory image of the monk, which snaked along the path, was completely destroyed by his collision.

Miaofan was about to assume a cross-legged sitting posture, with her palms clasped together in front of her chest, she suddenly looked surprised.

Snap!!

The old monk darted out at lightning speed, but his clothes on his back were still torn in five places by the sweeping motion.

The postures of the Nine Diagrams and Six Seated Postures are like seeing the Buddha in a dream, shifting left and right, their movements unpredictable.

At the beginning, Chu Tianshu was obviously unsure of the opponent's movements and relied entirely on his ability to react quickly to pursue them.

But after just a few chases, he seemed to have been able to guess part of the trajectory of the Nine Diagrams and Six Seated Postures.

After his robe was torn, Abbot Miaofan dared not keep dodging anymore.

When the old monk darted out, he was like a large bird, suddenly spreading his arms, lifting his feet off the ground, and circling around a large tree.

His connection with the tree relied entirely on the internal force of his right hand adhering to the tree's bark. There was suction, but no complete contact, and the coefficient of friction was extremely small.

It's as if the speed of his forward sprint was completely converted into the speed of his current spin around the tree.

Anyone who tries to follow him on the ground will never be as fast as him.

Chu Tianshu arrived quickly, without circling around the tree, and simply struck it with a palm.

BOOM!!!

The tree shuddered violently, shattering all the water droplets on its branches and leaves, making it look as if a large mist of water had burst out of the canopy, mixed with many broken leaves.

This blow did not break the tree.

But in an instant, the tree severed its connection with the internal energy in the old monk's palm.

The old monk's figure suddenly went out of control during the rapid spin and was flung to the right front.

His face nearly collided with a huge rock over there, and in the midst of the chaos, he twisted and turned his body.

Abbot Miaofan adjusted his posture in mid-air so that his legs touched the boulder and he was facing backward.

This adjustment is very timely.

Just as he regained his composure, Chu Tianshu arrived.

If he had crashed into the boulder as originally intended, Chu Tianshu would probably have been able to grab his legs the moment he braced himself against the boulder with both hands.

The old monk's body was now almost parallel to the ground, making him unstable, but this gave him a commanding position to reach out with both hands and grab Chu Tianshu.

When those hands reached out, the air around their palms made a soft cracking sound.

It sounded as if faint thunder was erupting around my palm.

Indra Claw is one of the earliest martial arts techniques to be revealed among Shaolin's unique skills.

When Bodhidharma came to Shaolin Temple to spread his teachings, he carried with him some India scriptures, among which was this martial art.

Indra is the name of the India god-king and god of thunder and rain. This martial art was originally created by the India sect, and later, at the Shaolin, it was integrated with the martial arts concepts of the Central Plains and has been modified many times over the long years.

To date, among the Seventy-Two Supreme Techniques, this skill ranks among the top and is a contender for the top three.

If placed in the Southern Shaolin, given the ferocity of this skill, it would undoubtedly be the number one ultimate technique.

Chu Tianshu raised both fists, which struck the opponent's palms.

Indra Claw the level of Miaofan, he could crush stones into powder and grasp iron like mud.

But when he gripped Chu Tianshu's fist, he felt as if he were actually grasping two balls of lightning.

The intense vibrations made it almost impossible for him to tell whether his hand was actually grasping something.

The ten fingers that were using the Indra Claw were shaken so badly by the shock that they left afterimages.

However, the old monk's internal strength was far superior to that of the Giant Whale Gang and others.

Although his fingers trembled from the impact, the rest of his body remained entirely under his control.

Upon being touched, the old monk quickly retracted his arms, but then suddenly extended his right hand.

This time, only one palm was used, and all the internal energy was concentrated in that hand.

The process of pushing the whole hand out was like the sound of some heavy musical instrument swaying in the air.

The melody is deep and stable, but its speed of propagation is equally rapid.

This time, however, it wasn't a unique skill shared by both the Northern and Southern Shaolin, but rather a set of "Tidal Sound Palm Technique" exclusive to the Southern Shaolin.

Listening to the tide and the tolling bell, a sense of Zen fills my heart.

This palm technique has very few variations, is very energy-consuming to use, and is not as sharp as the Indra Claw.

However, this palm strike is adept at penetrating internal energy defenses, causing one's blood to boil and one to lose one's composure.

Therefore, although this is not the most deadly technique, it is the most effective technique for forcing people to retreat.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing this move, Chu Tianshu also countered with a palm strike without hesitation.

Thump!!

The two sounds, like the simultaneous ringing of bells and drums, overlapped perfectly.

The sound emanating from Chu Tianshu's palm strike was even deeper than that of the Tidal Sound Palm Technique.

Miaofan's blood and qi surged, and two red patches appeared on his face.

There was also a bluish tinge that spread from his arms to his neck, making thin, long bluish veins stand out on the side of his neck, extending all the way to his ears.

"How can this person's internal energy be of such high quality?!"

Miaofan was greatly shocked. He had cultivated Shaolin skills for many years, and although he did not have the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, the internal energy he had cultivated was still of the highest quality.

In terms of quality, it is now far inferior to the opponent's internal strength.

It seemed he needed to expend three units of his internal energy to offset one unit of the opponent's.

Chu Tianshu suddenly withdrew his hand and took a step back.

Miaofan's body plummeted downwards, then he executed a front flip and landed with a deep breath.

"Abbot, you flatter me."

Chu Tianshu remained calm, but inwardly he thought to himself, "I almost dragged it out to more than ten moves."

Even though he had already combined various clues from the martial arts world with his observations of the location where Miaofan made his move, and had made plans in advance.

Even after the fight started, unexpected things still happened.

Even the abbot of the Southern Shaolin Temple, who has long been in dire straits, is like this.

Most of the other top masters in this world are even stronger than the legends circulating in the martial arts world.

Miaofan turned around and said with emotion, "Just now, all my strength was concentrated in my right palm, and you responded with only one palm, yet you clearly still had strength left in your left hand."

"Truly worthy of being a successor to the School of Zongheng!"

Miaofan paused for a moment, then couldn't help but smile.

"With your assistance, our Southern Shaolin can truly put up a fight. Please come into the temple so I can gather my fellow disciples for a detailed discussion."

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "No rush, you can have a good talk today, I'll come again tomorrow."

"Moreover, what I brought is not just personal martial arts skills."

Having laid the groundwork, when we heard more good news...

Miaofan Fan's joy had largely overwhelmed all other emotions.

Unbeknownst to him, his decisions and inclinations had begun to be easily swayed by Chu Tianshu.

(End of this chapter)