Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 166 Talking about a General's Success

The blue light in the main hall vanished.

Miao Fan collapsed to the ground, his face as white as paper, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. He hurriedly circulated his internal energy to regulate his breathing.

Xiahou Feishan's face also turned a little pale, his long sword pointing diagonally, bracing himself against the ground.

Although Miaoyin and Miaoguo were unharmed, their eyes were filled with shock.

Wudang Tai Chi is the world's top method of using the opponent's force against them, but that means redirecting the force when weapons or limbs come into contact, not waiting for the other person to hit you.

Moreover, Shaolin and Wudang are equally famous, having existed for two hundred years, and have conducted extensive research on each other.

Even if the Wudang sect leader were here, if he were attacked from all sides by Miaoyin, Miaoguo, and Xiahou, he could at most just spin around and deflect the attack.

It would never be like this, with the aura of using the power of three people to bombard the abbot.

"You're praising my internal strength, but my internal strength didn't hurt you at all just now."

Chu Tianshu took a deep breath, his eyes shining. "You're very good!"

Setting fire to the mountain after the imperial envoy arrived was merely a pretense.

What's needed is for everyone to be on high alert and suspicious of every possible source of doubt.

But when you have too many doubts, and every doubt turns out to be false, you inevitably develop a psychological inertia.

They didn't mingle among the monks outside the main hall, nor did they hide in the rafters or rooftops, nor did they attempt to divide and attack the group...

After everyone left the temple, Chen Zuqi slipped into the main hall, made a large hole behind the alms-begging Arhat, corroded the contents inside into ash, gathered it into a ball, and sent it into the incense burner, which was already full of ash.

Then, he hid himself inside the empty shell of the Arhat, covering his back with the outer shell, making sure it was completely sealed, and his aura was completely concealed.

The only thing that might have been miscalculated was Abbot Miaofan's familiarity with incense ash.

Under these circumstances, Miao Fan still had the intention to offer incense to Buddha, and instinctively sensed something was amiss the moment her hand touched the ashes.

However, Chen Zuqi still managed to gain an advantage by taking advantage of the presence of top players, choosing the right angle and route.

"I only recently mastered this divine intent."

Chen Zuqi laughed and said, "Now, the more ordinary top-tier experts come to me, the easier it is for me to kill them."

Many years ago, he had already comprehended his own martial arts essence and named it "One General's Success is Built on the Bones of Ten Thousand".

Treading on countless white bones, climbing higher and higher, plundering the essence of the bones to strengthen oneself.

At that time, he used this method to devour the enemy's internal energy, refine and digest it, and felt quite pleased with himself.

But he later discovered that everyone's inner strength carries their own desires.

Or rather, inner strength is something that is condensed from desire.

Even if one practices diligently, it will not affect one's physical lifespan, but it will affect one's hobbies.

After devouring many martial arts masters, he developed a whole host of quirks. Combined with his original hobbies, he began to show signs of neglecting his duties, spending less time practicing martial arts and often forgetting to discipline his subordinates.

Several years ago, the government troops in the southeast mobilized in large numbers to fight against the Japanese pirates. Although they were defeated by the pirates, some people within the pirate ranks took advantage of the situation and tried to rise to power.

After killing these people, Chen Zuqi became alert and began to eliminate some of the external internal energy foundations and re-excavate the power of divine will.

The old usage, once it reaches a certain point, actually hinders his skill and quality.

Now he no longer tries to absorb the power of others, skipping many refining processes, and only uses his dantian as the axis, with his own power as one end, to revolve with the external power.

It can be a rotation of two forces, or a rotational balance of three, four, or five directions.

Even if the quality and quantity of the internal forces differ, he need not worry, because as long as he adjusts the speed, he will release them all after completing a short rotation.

One will be a million bones.

Does that mean that the bones beneath the feet of famous generals, rebel kings, and conquerors throughout history were all killed by themselves?

Of course not, but rather it drives others to kill, fight, and control each other.

This is how those in high positions maintain their status, which aligns with the ideals pursued by Chen Zuqi.

Therefore, in recent years, Chen Zuqi has rarely taken action himself.

This change in circumstances forced him to come to the Southern Shaolin Temple in person, which gave him the perfect opportunity to verify the secret techniques.

True superb skills and techniques should not only be used for handling big situations and mobilizing personnel, but also for small-scale battles and violent confrontations.

If you can only think about the big picture and not the small things, then it's just an empty shell.

Chen Zuqi said with a sigh, "It must be because of your joining that the Southern Shaolin Temple felt that they could rival me among the masters."

"Hahaha, today I will let you witness my divine skills, and you will die a worthy death!" He stood on the railing on the east side of the main hall, and as he spoke, his gaze swept over the crowd in turn, his eyes seemingly containing a deep gleam.

Suddenly, Chen Zuqi leaned straight forward.

Everyone in the hall felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, and they and those around them became translucent, their bones vaguely visible.

This caused them to subconsciously channel their internal energy, as if trying to fill in the missing flesh and blood outside their skeletons with it.

Just then, Chu Tianshu raised both hands.

His gesture of raising his hand made his entire figure appear three times larger, transforming him from a skeleton back into his true form, with skin like yellow jade and flowing black hair.

The surrounding air was like seawater to him—easy to feel and touch.

His hands glowed with a deep cyan light, causing streams of energy to surge towards his palms and pull backward.

Wow! !
Several monks of the Miao generation, including Xiahou Feishan, were all pulled and floated backward.

Their movement was as if they had escaped that dark and eerie environment.

It was clear that Chen Zuqi was flying through the hole in the east wall and exchanging a palm strike with Chu Tianshu.

Because everyone was pulled behind Chu Tianshu, Chen Zuqi was unable to get any leverage when he flew over.

However, seeing that Chu Tianshu was about to change his palm strike from an inhalation palm strike to a pushing palm strike in an instant, he still felt that he could gain a slight advantage.

Who knew that in the ensuing struggle, Chu Tianshu only managed to retreat half a step.

The heavy foot stomped down, and the floor of the main hall clattered loudly.

Miao Kong and the others all sensed that the gaps between the thick stone bricks in the eastern half of the main hall had become larger.

Chu Tianshu's kick didn't shatter many bricks; it only made the gaps between the bricks more obvious, with the force distributed orderly along the square gaps.

What this scene reveals is an extremely profound technique of deflecting force.

"Not afraid of group battles..."

Chu Tianshu grinned, staring at the pirate king in front of him, "But you failed to kill anyone the first time you used this trick in front of me."

Do you think there will be a second chance?

Chen Zuqi's expression changed slightly. He raised his palm and pushed off, his body suddenly flying out to the side.

Like a swallow piercing through the clouds, he crashed into the chest of Shakyamuni Buddha, deflected away, and pounced on Miao Fan and the others.

But while he was still in mid-air, Chu Tianshu shot over and struck him in the chest and abdomen with a palm.

Chen Zuqi had been waiting for the opponent to attack him so he could use the force to his advantage, but when he saw Chu Tianshu make his move, his palm contained a hidden grasping force.

His skin was like topaz, and his nails protruded like steel daggers, yet one could not sense his inner strength.

"wrong!"

Chen Zuqi dared not use his stomach to take the blow head-on, so he thrust out with one palm, his fingertip piercing Chu Tianshu's palm.

Chu Tianshu fell to the ground.

Chen Zuqi also changed from a forward lunge to a straight upward motion, his back hitting the roof beam.

He took a deep breath, pressed his back against the roof beam, and suddenly his figure moved like a python, rapidly circling the roof beam.

He used the Japanese jutsu to perfection, and suddenly disappeared into the complex wooden structure at the top of the hall.

As Chu Tianshu fell to the ground, he kept his eyes fixed on the ground.

As soon as he disappeared into the wooden structure, Chu Tianshu immediately closed his eyes, and the entire hall space vaguely appeared in his mind.

despair! !

Chu Tianshu touched the ground with both feet and suddenly strode forward, brushing past Miaoyin and heading towards a pillar on the northwest side.

A figure emerged from behind the large red-lacquered wooden pillar; it was Chen Zuqi.

"You could even spot that?"

Chen Zuqi laughed loudly, and the surrounding light suddenly flashed.

This time, it wasn't someone else manifesting a skeleton, but rather his own skeleton appearing intermittently, sometimes bone, sometimes person, with black and white wisps of energy emanating from his entire body.

"It seems we really need to go all out today!"

(End of this chapter)