RBCT Chapter 106 Fan Ma
Chapter 106 Fan Ma
Chapter 106 Fan Ma
While it is difficult for subordinates to overthrow their superiors, it is not an impossible miracle.
Under normal circumstances, one Celestial Being is enough to rival four Grandmasters.
But Huijue wanted to take a gamble. The martial arts of the Central Plains were profound and extensive. Even if the barbarians reached the Celestial Realm, they would only have high internal strength.
Look at this red-haired barbarian, his simple stance has left him wide open and full of weaknesses.
Moreover, Yuanjue has already perfected the Shaolin Divine Skill Yi Jin Jing, and is only one opportunity away from achieving harmony between heaven and man.
Shaolin Kung Fu is known for its hard shell and its ability to cause backlash; even a Celestial Realm expert would have to put in a lot of effort to break through it.
As long as we can stall until the heads of the various departments arrive to provide support, at the very least we can get rid of this person.
"Prajna Palm!"
Strategically despise the enemy, but tactically take them seriously.
When the power of the Yuanjue Yijinjing is pushed to its limit, the first move is an ultimate technique.
With the opponent's center wide open, Yuanjue unleashed a full-force palm strike towards the red-haired barbarian's chest.
In his mind, he envisioned all sorts of possibilities.
Should we defend? Dodge? Or fight back head-on?
Regardless of the choice, Yuanjue is prepared and has a plan.
This is the wisdom and experience that only someone who has lived for sixty years possesses.
The red-haired barbarian stood still.
Neither defend nor dodge.
An unexpected reaction.
Yuanjue gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and struck the red-haired barbarian in the chest with all his might.
The sensation he felt filled Yuanjue with despair.
Shaolin martial arts are already well-known in the martial arts world.
But the person before him made him realize that each shell was harder than the last.
The slapping sound of flesh colliding echoed throughout Shaolin Temple. The red-haired barbarian's waist hunched slightly, and he slid several meters into the ground, leaving a ditch.
However, they were completely unharmed.
What shocked Yuanjue the most was not that he couldn't hurt his opponent, but the feedback from his internal force.
"No internal energy!"
The barbarian before them possessed no internal energy.
It completely blocked the Prajna Palm with its extremely tough skin and strong muscles.
Can a person's body reach this level without cultivating internal energy?
Can a person reach the realm of immortals without cultivating internal strength?
The foreigner before him showed Yuanjue possibilities he had never imagined.
The art of martial arts is profound and extensive.
The martial arts he knew so well, which he considered common sense, were nothing more than a kind of intellectual obstacle.
"Grandpa."
Red-haired Man grabbed Yuanjue's hand, and the immense grip caused Yuanjue to feel a long-lost pain.
An unstoppable force lifted him from the ground, his feet dangling in the air.
The vast difference in strength reminded Yuanjue of the time when he first became a martial monk and the head of the Arhat Hall used him to demonstrate his martial arts.
"You're too weak. Let your strongest person handle this."
A grandmaster is called a weakling?
Yuanjue used the opponent's wrist as a lever to lean back and kicked the red-haired demon in the groin with all his might.
A single strike hits the most vulnerable part of the human body.
Even someone as strong as the Red-Haired Barbarian showed a pained expression.
He released his hands, and Yuanjue fell back to the ground.
Yuanjue did not press his advantage. A great master would not easily lose his temper. He clasped his hands together and admitted defeat, saying, "You are right, benefactor. This humble monk is too weak."
"I concede defeat in this battle."
Red-haired Barbarian's smile was incredibly twisted, like a demon being trampled under the feet of Vajra.
"Do you think saying things like that will do any good, old man?"
Red-haired Man clenched his fist, the force so great that it shattered the air with a popping sound, and he stretched his arm completely backward.
It was still a punching style that showed no martial arts technique, yet it was able to fully unleash his brute strength.
no doubt.
That punch could kill someone.
Yuanjue did not back down. He had already been kicked in the groin. If he ran away now, he would lose all face as a grandmaster.
Moreover, the master's intuition told him that running away would surely mean certain death.
Only by resisting with force can we find a glimmer of hope.
Yuanjue circulated the Yi Jin Jing power to an unprecedented level, and a golden vortex wrapped around his body formed a golden bell that looked like a real thing. The golden bell kept spinning, trying to deflect the iron fist that was about to come.
As the red-haired barbarian reached his peak of power, his muscles bulged and ready to strike.
Yuanjue suddenly spoke up, "I still don't know who I was defeated by."
The unexpected remark caused the red-haired barbarian's imposing aura to dissipate, and his fists loosened slightly.
The barbarian simply loosened his fists, put his hands in his pockets, tapped one foot on the ground, shook his head and sighed as if he were facing a naughty child.
"My tribe does not have what you in the Central Plains call surnames."
"If I had to give you a name, my tribe calls me Fanma, which means one born to fight."
Yuanjue repeated, "Fanma."
Although not exactly the same, the pronunciation of those two syllables is most similar to these two Chinese characters.
"Although Benefactor Fan Ma claims to want to destroy Shaolin and annihilate Wudang, I have not sensed any killing intent from you. Why not explain your purpose directly?"
"If there is anything we can do to help, Shaolin will naturally do our duty."
Van Ma did not agree, but instead clenched his fist again.
"The only way for combatants to communicate is through combat."
"Abbot!"
The tactic of stalling for time succeeded.
In the time it took to say a few words, the heads of each academy arrived one after another.
The eighteen Arhats and elite disciples from various academies gradually arrived.
Shaolin has faced calamities before, but what could threaten Shaolin was never an individual, but a powerful force.
"Benefactor, this old monk is still willing to treat you with courtesy."
Yuanjue tried to persuade him again.
However, Vanma's face only showed excitement and fighting spirit.
"You've come just what I wanted, all of you come at me together."
The battle was exhilarating!
Katsumon Matsu also enjoys the thrill of battle.
Especially battles where one side is utterly crushed.
You might get tired of constantly stomping noobs in games.
In real life, who doesn't want to dominate newbies?
Even if there comes a day when he can escape vulgar interests, Sheng Wansong is only fourteen years old, and he has only recently entered the martial arts world. He is far from being bored with it.
Fighting in the hot springs, on rooftops, beams, in groves, on the stage, in the kitchen, and even outside the disciples' lounge on the Aoki pleasure boat.
Daytime, noon, dusk, and late at night.
In short, the battles were exhilarating.
Although Mu Haitang was the head of a sect, she was nothing more than a pushover in front of Sheng Wansong.
Over the course of several days, the number of charged swords inside the Aoki pleasure boat had only increased by ten.
Mu Haitang has lost more than a hundred times.
The group staying on the Aoki pleasure boat had a very pleasant time.
An Lan found friends, and Shangguan Hong improved herself every day.
Ok?
It seems I've forgotten someone.
"Sheng Gong... Wan Song."
The blue-haired female passerby, who had been missing for several days, suddenly entered the room, holding a mysterious gift in her hands.
"Sister Xue?"
The word "Sister Xue" brought a blush to Ouyang Xue's cheeks.
"Open it and take a look."
She looked on expectantly and urged Sheng Wansong on.
Sheng Wansong opened the gift box and took out the gift inside.
It was a white outfit, accented with gold and silver.
"Wan Song, you are a renowned hero in the martial arts world, yet you always wear that scholar's attire. I saw that there were many fabrics and tools in the Qingmu Painting Boat, so I sewed this outfit for you. Quickly put it on and take a look."
Ouyang Xue smiled gently and beautifully. Ever since that day when she called me "Sister Xue," she had become much more direct in expressing her feelings.
Holding the carefully sewn gift, Sheng Wansong, who had forgotten Ouyang Xue for many days, couldn't help but feel a little guilty.