yournovel Chapter 36 Showing No Mercy
Chapter 36 Showing No Mercy
He saw that his son and apprentice had rushed back.
Then he saw the group of young disciples gathered not far from the entrance.
Cheng Yuanhua suddenly laughed.
He smiled with some relief and said softly, "Great monk, in my life, I have been wandering since childhood and am used to being humble and unassuming."
Normally, bowing slightly when meeting high-ranking officials or dignitaries wouldn't be difficult.
His expression turned solemn as he said this.
He raised his hands and bowed to the north, saying, "Back then, I was fortunate that my master did not despise my humble and weak state and wholeheartedly taught me his unique skills. For twenty years, he helped me hone my boxing techniques."
Through my daily practice, I came to understand a principle.
Practicing martial arts is like being a person; they are essentially the same.
A heart ablaze like fire, a fist ablaze like fire; but if the knees bend, the fist will weaken.
He changed the subject, his voice becoming sharp: "Great monk, I don't know if I can protect my disciple."
But I know that unless the Venerable Wuchang Benyuan himself arrives today, you may not be able to leave this place alive.
"Well done, as expected of the master of Bagua in the South City, what spirit and skill you have."
Master Jinzhong's expression suddenly changed, and he laughed, "Since Master Cheng has opened a school to teach boxing, his disciples are all extraordinary."
It just so happens that I, a humble monk, have spent my leisure time nurturing disciples in the past.
Why don't we disciples from both sides test our skills a few times?
If this humble monk's disciple can still meet the Dharma's eye and gain a slight advantage, then perhaps we should ask Master Cheng to withdraw from the training ground and live in seclusion in the forest.
If your disciple is more skilled... this humble monk will have no further words and will turn and leave.
Who says monks don't cherish life and fear death?
If you're soft, I'll be hard; if you're hard, I'll be soft.
The monk with the golden bell in front of me has mastered this trick perfectly.
If things turn out badly, immediately change the subject and choose another way to suppress the opponent.
I suspect this monk also had his own opinion.
Judging from the way his eyes were darting around, I wondered what kind of mischief he was plotting.
Monk Jinzhong was indeed making plans;
Whether he could win in a life-or-death battle with Cheng Yuanhua was uncertain, but he might really die.
No need, really no need.
Cheng Yuanhua was not without connections.
There's also a grandmaster who founded a sect who's in seclusion at the Prince's mansion. Who knows if he's dead or not?
Even if he's dead, Yin Changshou, the chief martial arts instructor in the imperial court, is no pushover.
This is like pulling out one gourd and bringing out another; they've really pushed us to the brink.
If not handled properly, it could cause a lot of trouble.
This would give the foreign missionaries an opportunity to interfere in politics, which would be difficult to resolve later.
As he spoke, his left palm, which was swollen and red as blood behind his back, swayed slightly.
A tall, robust young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a brown monk's robe, stepped out from behind him.
This person has long, narrow eyebrows, a wide nose, and a broad mouth.
His muscles were like cast iron, with a faint metallic sheen.
The shoulders were embroidered with swastika patterns, and when he walked out, his legs were turned outwards... he swayed and staggered, appearing arrogant and disdainful of others.
"What Master Jinzhong said is absolutely right. Since your Bagua Boxing Academy has opened its doors to accepting disciples and passing on its skills, surely you can't be teaching only good-for-nothings, right?"
If you can beat me, I'll let you go today. If you can't, kneel down and kowtow obediently.
"When I'm in a better mood, it's not impossible for me to ask my master to show you any leniency."
"Kid, even your master backed down and didn't dare say a word. You're spouting nonsense here, spitting out filth... Be careful, or I'll break all your dog teeth."
I've never seen Cheng Feiyan win a fight.
She's never lost a verbal argument.
The moment he opened his mouth, the young man was so angry that his head was practically steaming and his face turned red.
"How dare you..."
He opened his mouth, so angry that he forgot his words.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from outside the door in the distance.
These are the disciples...
He had clearly been angered earlier, but now that his senior sister had spoken, he immediately felt relieved.
"That Laha is just challenging the other side's disciples, sparring a bit, why are you wasting your breath talking to them?"
Monk Jinzhong's noodles twitched, his eyes showing some displeasure.
His eyes looked at Cheng Feiyan, then at Li Xin, as if he was thinking about something.
"Fine, let's fight. I'll handle it."
Cheng Dalong said coldly.
"No, I'll do it." Cheng Feiyan raised her eyebrows and whispered, "This person has swastikas and auspicious clouds tattooed on his shoulder. He is obviously a court warrior and must be proficient in wrestling and grappling."
He also became a disciple of a monk from the Great Snow Mountain, practicing the Vajra Body Technique, and seems to have gained some skill. "Once you get entangled with him, you won't be easy to deal with, brother."
Although her words offended her older brother Cheng Dalong, in some ways they weren't wrong.
The opponent's martial arts style is clearly characterized by hard fighting and grappling, using locks, hooks, and throws. He is also very tough and resilient.
In this situation, if Cheng Dalong were to fight him head-on, he probably wouldn't be able to win.
Once locked in close combat, the two will compete in strength and resilience, and the chances of survival are slim, making it difficult for anyone else to rescue them.
You can punch him three or four times without any problem; he can withstand it and won't be seriously injured.
However, if he throws you twice, you'll probably break your bones.
The best approach is naturally to use hit-and-run tactics, striking and retreating quickly, focusing on weaknesses.
In this respect, Cheng Feiyan is much better than Cheng Dalong.
"Let Feiyan take the lead, but proceed with caution... Seek no merit, only to avoid mistakes."
Cheng Yuanhua glanced at the gloomy-looking monk Jinzhong and said coldly.
"understood."
With a leap, Cheng Feiyan moved like a swift swallow, her figure flashing as she arrived in the center of the field.
Before she could even speak, merely putting on airs, Lahe had already said, "You're a woman, why don't you get married early and be a good wife and mother? How dare you challenge your grandfather to a duel, hahaha."
This guy either doesn't open his mouth at all, or when he does, his words are extremely unpleasant.
Cheng Feiyan was furious.
I don't want to say more.
He took a step forward, swift as smoke. He reached out and swung his palm, as light as a swallow skimming the water.
Snapped……
Narahe didn't flinch, but stretched his head forward, only to be slapped across the cheek, causing him to tilt his head slightly...
A trace of color returned to his face, but it quickly disappeared.
He chuckled, opening his mouth to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Harder, harder, are you touching me or hitting me?"
Those peasants are all saying things like, "Of the Seven Outstanding Scholars of the Cheng School, Fei Yan is the Most Virtuous." Come here and let me smell her, see if she's salty enough!
This man, swearing foully, strode forward, his arms outstretched, revealing his vulnerable spot, and staggered towards Cheng Feiyan.
He appeared unguarded on the surface, yet his movements were steady and swift... The veins on his neck and arms bulged, faintly showing an orange-yellow hue, clearly indicating that he had pushed his body-protecting external cultivation technique to its limit.
Cheng Feiyan took a deep breath and put the foul language out of her mind.
With a slight movement of his feet, he circled around to behind the other person.
With lightning speed, he struck the Dazhui, Fengmen, and Ganshu acupoints in quick succession.
bang bang bang...
Like beating a heavy drum.
Naraha acted as if nothing had happened, turning around and swiftly sweeping across.
This turn was incredibly fast... his body twisted and deformed, and he sprinted across the ground like a rabbit or an eagle.
Their hands moved like wheels.
They whistled and crisscrossed as they swept past.
Cheng Feiyan made a quick move and then left, dodging to the side.
The sleeve of her clothes had already been hooked by the other person's fingers and torn off half of it.
"Body in the air."
She harbored a deep resentment.
The martial arts skills this person displayed on the surface were indeed Vajra Technique.
They also used wrestling techniques and grappling...
She had assumed the other person would be a bit clumsy, as people who had practiced external martial arts techniques were usually like that.
Unexpectedly, the opponent also had a hidden technique from the Great Snow Mountain: the footwork called "Body Walking in the Air".
Combined with unscrupulous tactics, the threat increases several times over.
However, the most troublesome thing is that when the other party comes out, they are empty-handed.
Feeling embarrassed, I picked up a weapon to fight back, but then I couldn't break through and was caught in a dilemma.
It's not that we can't beat them, it's that in the heat of the moment, it's difficult to inflict serious damage on them.
And yet, one still has to endure those foul words, which are extremely embarrassing.
Could it be that the old monk Jin Zhong had predicted all of this?
Even if you win, you still lose.
Cheng Yuanhua's face was also extremely ugly at this moment.
Whether the daughter wins or not is not so important; if that person continues to harass her, the reputation of the Cheng family gossip will be completely ruined.
"Senior sister, let me do it."
Li Xin turned to look at his master and senior brother, and saw that both of them had faces as dark as the bottom of a pot, but neither of them said anything to stop the martial arts competition in the courtyard.
After all, people have a sense of shame; a gentleman can be deceived by his principles.
Master and senior brother seem to be gentlemen.
They actually had to swallow this bitter pill without saying a word.
As for the others, to put it bluntly, they simply couldn't get a chance to play.
Even if they went up there, they wouldn't be a match for that Baturu Narahe; they would only embarrass themselves further.
Li Xin said he didn't care whether people were shameless or not.
He is a child.
Therefore, he ignored everything and went straight onto the field.
He grabbed Cheng Feiyan's arm and pulled her backward.
He shielded himself in front of it.
"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? This kind of rude barbarian is better left to my junior brother. Watch me smash all his teeth and give my senior sister a good thrashing."
Li Xin was not angry.
He knew that when facing an enemy, one must stop at nothing.
This fake monk uttered foul language. Whether you call him cunning and treacherous or inherently despicable, it's his prerogative.
But that doesn't mean I can tolerate it.
……
Seeing Cheng Feiyan leave the stage, Li Xin stepped forward instead. Nadahe's eyes lit up with surprise, and he burst out laughing: "The Cheng family even has to send their newborn baby to the stage. They really have no one else."
His words were harsh, but his actions were anything but.
The arms circled together in one motion, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on them.
A fierce wind swept over us.
The image of Erlang Shen had already taken shape in Li Xin's mind. His body felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles, but a joyful smile appeared on his face.
The more he laughs, the colder his eyes become.
The moment the punch struck his chest, his waist seemed to snap, and he collapsed backward.
His body twisted like a pretzel, as if blown by the force of the punch, spinning along Nadahe's left side.
In a single stride, he was already behind him.
call……
Two arms, as thick as elephant legs, swept over his head.
Nadahe raised one leg and half-bent the other, kicking like a crocodile rolling and writhing, before turning and pouncing.
Despite his robust physique, his movements were light and agile.
No wonder even Cheng Feiyan had her sleeve torn.
But Li Xin was faster.
After activating the divine intent of [Erlang Manifests the Holy True Lord], his [Constitution] reached 26 points, which was about 6 points stronger than Senior Sister Feiyan.
[Agility] reached an astonishing 30 points, which is almost 10 points higher than hers.
Most importantly, the secret technique of "Eight-Nine Transformations, True Form of Auspiciousness" is activated.
At this moment, I have complete control over my body...
They can change their moves at will, and they are both accurate and ruthless.
They can throw punches and kicks from unexpected angles... without the slightest sign of strain.
Li Xin darted behind his opponent without turning his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and had already seen through the opponent's true strength and weakness.
His feet moved like long whips, and with a whoosh, he rose from the ground and kicked out on the head.
【Kicking the Purple and Gold Crown Backwards】
He stood ramrod straight, as if his feet didn't belong to him.
There was absolutely no sign of a counter-kick...
But this kick was both ruthless and vicious, and incredibly fast.
Snapped……
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
Nara, who had just been knocked down, let out a hoarse, earth-shattering scream.
His genitals were already mangled from that kick.
His entire body involuntarily rose half a foot.
His waist was slightly hunched, his face was purplish and flushed, and his whole body felt weak.
"No matter how powerful your physical training is, has it shrunk your penis?"
Li Xin's lower body remained still, but his upper body turned around strangely.
Just like a paper doll.
Visualize the Yangtze River in your mind, with its surging rapids.
The blood and qi in my body are boiling...
In the blink of an eye, he vaguely sensed the strange fluctuations in the energy channels of his body, and with a flash of inspiration, he threw a punch.
boom……
The air exploded, and the fist shattered into wisps of white fluff.
It struck heavily on the mouth of the roaring Nadahe.
His teeth flew everywhere, and his nose was shattered.
This punch was powerful and exhilarating, triggering the [Qian Yuan Lie Huo Jin] left behind by his master within his body, allowing him to instantly comprehend the power of hard energy.
The fist strikes like a hammer or a spear, heavy and ruthless...
Where the fist landed, Nadahe's head was raised high, and his sweat and blood were shaken into a powdery mist.
A hint of fear flashed in his eyes, before he could even cry out for help.
Suddenly, the fist in front of him transformed into a palm blade like a serpent, slicing through the air and striking diagonally across his Adam's apple.
"You dare?"
A loud shout came from behind.
With a shout, Li Xin acted without the slightest hesitation, his palm blade vibrating instantly, unleashing a double burst of power.
"Snap!"
Nadahe's protruding Adam's apple was as thin as tofu, and it was shattered to pieces by the palm strike...
His eyes instantly lost their sparkle.
bang...
His tall body suddenly froze.
It crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
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