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Chapter 540 A Net Covering the Earth! People's Murderous Intent! Golden Thunder Arhat! Dragon Monk Liaochen! (6k chapters combined)

Staring at that torn-up Dharma image, a figure like a demon god.

Shi Nan's eyes sparkled with life, bright and piercing.

"This child possesses the qualities of a living Arhat."

What does it mean to be a living Arhat?

After death, they will be reborn as one hundred and eight Arhats, possessing the Dharma realm and living a second life.
*cough cough*, that's just how I describe it.
Upon witnessing Meng Chuan's brutality, the monks looked at each other, speechless.

His body, limited by two limits, tore apart the Dharma image of Master Liaochen, one of the twelve Vajras of the Martial Monk Academy!
Meanwhile, the disputes on the field were far from over.

The moment the Dharma image cracked open, Meng Chuan saw the fat monk's face turn pale.

His brows were furrowed, and the veins on his temples bulged out in a "well" shape.

pain!
Excruciating pain!

The shattering of the Dharma image wounded the mind, and an indescribable pain erupted from the depths of the soul!
Pictographic martial arts practitioners divide the practice of Dharma imagery into two aspects: internal and external.

Internal strength originates from the physical body.

Like Chief Inspector Long Jiu of Yong'an City, his inner form manifested, and his body transformed into a several-foot-tall ferocious ape.
The outward manifestation of the Dharma form, the source of its power is the soul, as seen in the dragon that Liao Chen summons to circle his body at this moment.

There is no distinction between the inner and outer aspects, nor between them.

All are manipulated and transformed by the mind.

Choose a suitable opponent based on your strengths or the needs of the battle.

Liao Chen clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound; he was a ruthless man, enduring the pain of Prajna with sheer willpower.

Ignoring the damage to his heart, he wielded the last remaining yellow dragon, circled it around his crotch, and rode it to attack Meng Chuan!
The fat monk's eyes were sharp, and the veins on his forehead bulged like thunder. He forced himself to lie low, and with his charging posture, the sound of a dragon's roar that seemed to tear the sky could be faintly heard.

A surge of martial intent erupts!

Meng Chuan observed the aura and, upon sensing this scene, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

He saw that there seemed to be an invisible net connecting heaven and earth, covering everything without any gaps, completely filled by the Dragon-shaped Fist!

Upon seeing this scene, the monks' bewildered expressions vanished instantly, and a faint light shone in their eyes.

A discerning monk, seeing the chaos and carnage, exclaimed with delight:
"Top-tier Dragon Form Fist! The ultimate martial arts move of the True Dragon Eighteen Palms—[Heavenly Net Covering the Earth]!"

This deadly move, taken out of context, is one of the "Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills".

In terms of power, it ranks among the top and is quite formidable.

A thin mist hung in the air, and a murderous intent lurked everywhere.

Meng Chuan's brow twitched, sensing danger.

The moment the fat monk rode the dragon, he instinctively stepped to the right to dodge.

It was as if the heavens and earth shifted with him, and his own body was "moved" back to the original central palace, waiting for Chen's palm strike to arrive.

He understood that the energy of the nine palaces was being trapped by this invisible net, and was also being locked by the magnetic field of Liao Chen's intentions.

No matter which way you try to dodge, you'll take the punch head-on.
People are murderous, and the world is turned upside down!

The old monk Shi Nan nodded secretly. This [Little Devil Meng Chuan] was able to break through a Dharma Form, forcing Chen to use his full strength.

That's enough to be proud of.

His hands, clasped behind his back, held a surge of energy like swimming fish, poised to burst forth and interrupt the contest at any moment.

Because of Liao Chen's [Heavenly Net Covering Earth Palm], even he had to use his internal energy to ensure that Meng Chuan was unharmed!

But the next moment, the scene on the field shocked everyone, including Shi Nan!

Absolutely shocking!

Meng Chuan clenched his fists, his brows furrowed.

"Come!"

thump.
thump—

Boom!Boom!Boom!
An indescribable power erupted from the magnetic field around him, and divine lightning was born from the void, sprouting and taking root from his heart, filling his entire chest, and then dissipating throughout his body.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

All the monks in the audience, including those under the Second Restriction Monk, felt their hearts pounding uncontrollably with them!
In the darkness, this was true for everyone except the two grandmasters and Brahma present.

The monks' faces changed drastically, their mouths went dry, and their legs felt like sieves.

It was as if a great fear was about to descend, enveloping the sea of ​​clouds.

The next second, everyone barely managed to catch a glimpse.

Flames were no longer the main theme; thunder roared, dispelling the white mist, and charged out fiercely.

Covered in golden-white lightning armor, surrounded by a three-foot-wide lightning pool.

Meng Chuan broke through the all-encompassing net!

However, he didn't go anywhere, but stayed in the middle without dodging, facing the dragon's claw head-on, his fist gathering lightning and flames as he swept and attacked!

Boom——!
A powerful, strangely colored shockwave erupted violently from the point of contact between the two men's fists and palms!

In the instant of the collision, all the junior monks of the "Jue" generation around them were sent flying backward, crashing down at an angle, with countless cries of "Ouch!" echoing throughout the area.

Smoke and dust scattered and lingered, adding a touch of earth to the cloud wall and filling in the gaps torn open by the shockwave.

Once everything had calmed down, the curtain gradually fell, and the monks eagerly awaited its return.

Gazing again!
They were all dumbfounded!
Meng Chuan actually managed to block Master Liao Chen's Heavenly Net Overwhelming Palm!

The smoke on the field was almost gone, and only Meng Chuan's body remained, the flames mostly extinguished.

Upon impact, even the strangely colored, hard-powered treasure light shattered, leaving only a thin layer of black film covering it.

Blocking this palm strike sounds easy, but it's actually quite difficult.

A hint of admiration appeared in everyone's eyes, but they were all inwardly horrified.

"How could the Three Limits Master's full-force killing move be withstood by the physical body?"

"Has he cultivated the divine martial art of external cultivation, the Dragon Elephant Prajna?"

"How could that be? He's only at the second level!"

"It's so good. It's so inhuman."

Regardless of the final outcome, the fact that the second-tier master was able to stand up to a martial arts master, and not just any master, but one of the twelve Vajras of the Martial Monk Academy, is remarkable.

The moment he blocked the deadly attack was enough to shock everyone!
Shi Nan was also dumbfounded. He never expected that this kid's skill level would be so terrifying.

A living, breathing invincible being!

He has been confirmed as a living Arhat!
The distinguished guest from the Western Regions standing to the side was also somewhat taken aback. This was the second limit of the Central Plains?

Fanlu shook his head, a thought of befriending him arising in his mind.

Such a powerful person, even if they cannot reach the seventh level, is still guaranteed to be a Venerable Heavenly King, and still an extremely powerful one at that.

Such talents are extremely rare in the Western Regions.

If we can win them back, my father will be extremely satisfied.

"many"

He had just opened his mouth when he abruptly stopped himself.

But Master Tamo's eyes were fixed on the powerful figure on the field, unable to look away.

Brahma asked softly:

"what happened?"

Tama only snapped out of his daze when he saw the two on the field move again.

Upon hearing His Highness call him, he first clasped his hands together in apology, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke with a furrowed brow:
"Your Highness, I have a very familiar feeling about the black aura on this person's body, but I have never seen it before. I wonder what kind of technique it is."

What he said was that he could smell the flavor of his own Domo series of hard kung fu in Meng Chuan!

As for the subsequent shift in tone, that was something I had in mind.
To be of use to His Highness, maintain the status of a close bodyguard, and ultimately gain the opportunity to touch the "communication between heaven and man".

The "key" to unlocking the Brahma realm of the Saha world can only be oneself.
Returning our attention to the field, a fierce wind howled like a dragon.

Liao Chen's gaze sharpened as he stared at Meng Chuan, and he suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

In reality, the moisture in the air has been drawn out, leaving only scorching heat.

It was truly astonishing that the opponent could block my deadly attack.

But that's about it.

The power of intention dissipated completely, and everything, including the flames, almost vanished.

With his extensive combat experience, the opponent wouldn't last more than three rounds.

Liao Chen glanced at Master Shi Nan on the sidelines, signaling that he was ready to interrupt the match at any time.

It's just a "race for prizes," not a fight to the death.

next moment.

boom--!
The massive body launched itself again, its legs leaping out like dragon claws, sparks flying everywhere.

call.
To block this punch, Meng Chuan's entire body was engulfed in lightning, shattering into nothingness.

Only a few white sparks remained in the gaps between the black membranes, silently growing and nourishing.

The Thunder Pool shattered, but the White Thunder remained.

Where did Jin Lei go?
The answer lies in his clenched hand!

The thunder in his heart was as powerful as his unwavering determination to win.

Physical strength, if it is not diminished, will never be extinguished.

call--

How astonishing is Meng Chuan's endurance now?
The golden lightning, as dazzling as the most brilliant light between heaven and earth, was held tightly in his palm. At this moment, the golden lightning seemed to breathe as if it were alive, contracting and relaxing in his hand.

The light was so bright that the monks could only squint to see it.

Someone asked, "What is that?"
None of the monks knew the answer.

Meng Chuan rushed forward to meet him, like a streak of lightning, his golden light making him appear like a god.

He drew upon golden lightning, and the Thunder Ancestor manifested!
Since Master Luo Guanyun was trapped in his Daoist heart, the thunder "extinguished".

At this very moment, the dazzling golden lightning reappears in the world!

The Demon-Subduing Thunder True Qi and Golden Thunder were intertwined and unleashed with the force of the fist!
boom!
They collided again, and Liao Chen staggered backward, his wooden clogs shattering and emitting smoke.

Amidst the scattering dust, the sound of Canglang's loud laughter echoed.

In a fit of rage, he strikes a mountain; with a single palm strike, he shatters rivers and mountains. His immense power springs from his very bones; with a mere wave of his hand, he shakes the very heavens.

How could the Flower of Bones be so simple?
The immense power emanating from the very core of his being, combined with his strength, allowed him to turn the tide and win!
With 50,000 units of Qi and Blood, it is definitely not some nobody.

However, he was the true chosen one of heaven, possessing all kinds of extraordinary powers.

This fat monk must lose today; Buddha's word doesn't count!
The thunder brought an explosion, and the surging force, like a wave, crashed into Chen's body wave after wave.

He felt a bitter taste in his mouth; was that thing in front of him really a person?
If you lose heart, you've already lost most of the battle.

Come!
Come!
Come!
Liao Chenti roared angrily, like a Vajra glaring in fury.

The crackling sound of dragon tendons and bones rubbing together ran from his waist to his neck. Liao Chen's fat body seemed to be undergoing a transformation, becoming more muscular. The yellow dragon surged out from his arms and collided with the golden divine lightning one after another.

call.
The fat monk was already furious, but the reality of the gap between them was beyond his control.

Sometimes, all your hard work and effort is in vain.

Meng Chuan's face grew increasingly flushed, and his spirit soared higher with each punch!

Fist intention!

Thunder!

Go ahead and lose!
Countless heavy punches collided fiercely with Huanglong.

The fat monk stumbled backward, unable to maintain his balance.

A blinding golden light swept across, moving as fast as a star.

Liao Chen suddenly raised his right foot and turned to the side, dodging the attack as if by divine inspiration.

Before he could exhale a breath of relief, lightning struck again, crashing down on his lower body. In the flash, a figure burst into a hearty laugh.

The fat monk fell for their trap!
In the Arhat stance, the legs act as a pillar for support; if one leg is lifted off the ground, the source of power is lost!
Unsteady on their feet, they lost their composure and were at a disadvantage.

The two were to determine the winner by going out of the box, but the fat monk made such a foolish move, and his face showed his utter defeat!

A dignified master of the Three Limits, who fought against a master of the Two Limits, has fallen to such a state!
The old monk shook his head, closed his eyes, and stopped watching. In his view, the outcome would be revealed in the next moment.

Who wins and who loses
It's crystal clear.
Get ready for takeoff, Master Liaochen!

Meng Chuan was carrying a huge pillar of light made of golden lightning.

Resembling both a staff and a spear, it struck the lower body in an instant, causing wind and thunder to converge into surging waves, and a golden tide to spread and dissipate.

boom--!
Liao Chen was knocked so hard he lost his senses and became completely disoriented.

As it retreated uncontrollably, dragon claws grew wildly beneath its feet, their massive knuckles carving deep furrows into the ground made of special alloy material!
Never mind, we'll pay whatever compensation is due.

It's better than losing the snake scale fruit!
Even so, his figure was still about to fall off the boundary.

physique!

At this moment, only physical strength can help him!

The moment the yellow dragon disappeared, its inner form manifested according to the user's will.

Layers of rhomboid jade scales emerge from the top of the forehead downwards, their gilded patterns shimmering with the flickering white light.

Two strands of silvery-white dragon whiskers drooped from the corners of his lips, moving without wind. A furious roar rolled out from his throat, and pale golden smoke leaked from between his teeth. His pupils split vertically as if molten gold. When the monks looked at him, they felt his soul and flesh burning hot!
At this moment, the appearance of the dust has been cleared.

No longer "poor monk", but
Dragon Monk!

He has the body of a monk, but looks like a dragon king!

"Don't worry, Master Liaochen hasn't lost yet!"

At the critical moment, just as everyone saw Chen's "transformation" was over and they were about to regain their footing.

It's going to turn around!

The monks eagerly awaited their arrival!

Available in the next second.

A half-moon rose from beneath his feet, tracing a semi-circular arc, its ripples spreading ten feet.

The crescent moon pierced the sky, accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, and struck heavily into the dragon's chest, which was covered in scales!

boom--! ! !
Everything is settled.

Meng Chuan's fist fell, and the radiant light of his fist intent on the golden thunder dissipated with the crescent moon, while the dust splashed on his fist was gently swept away by the airflow.

He stood still, his shoulders taut, his head slightly turned, his sharp gaze sweeping across the direction that pierced the cloud wall.

There was complete silence on the sidelines.

The monks stared at the large hole in the cloud wall, which had been smashed by the "Dragon Monk," speechless and stunned, disbelief growing wildly in their hearts.

"What happens after you transform?"

"Brother Meng is too fierce! But... that's it?"

Jue Ming was exasperated with the fat monk, thinking he was utterly hopeless and hadn't had enough of watching him yet!
After a long time.

Some people suddenly look back and realize that the outcome has been revealed.

Meng Chuansheng won.

He defeated the Dragon Monk Liaochen, a master of Dragon Form Fist who was far stronger than ordinary people, a genius recorded in the national talent pool, and one of the top martial arts masters in Shaolin, entirely by his own strength. He was also one of the Twelve Vajras. With all these titles, he was blessed with the title of "Dragon Monk Liaochen".
At this moment, no one spoke.

The young monks, especially those in the second tier, were still immersed in the shock and unable to extricate themselves.

They simply couldn't fathom why Meng Chuan was so incomprehensibly powerful, given that both were second-tier beings.
If it were them, they probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even a single move from Master Liaochen's Dharma Form.
The cloud wall dissipated, the fat monk's skin and scales shed, and he sat slumped on the ground, his yellow dragon image listlessly crumbling away.

They really lost.
Large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead. Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he gritted his teeth, stood up, and slowly moved to the center of the field.

Blood dripped from his waist from time to time, leaving small black spots on the ground. With a hiss, the blood dissipated, followed by wisps of smoke.

The blood flowed like a pump, as if it were the blood of a real dragon.

He had mastered the Dragon Form Fist to such a high level, yet he still suffered a defeat.
"A prodigy, second-rate."

Liao Chen murmured to himself. As he walked back into the arena, Meng Chuan saw that another layer of fine dragon scales had grown on his waist, thinly covering it.

With a "crunching" sound, as the scales snapped together, the fat monk's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

Is this the recovery ability of a Dragon Form Fist martial arts master?
Meng Chuan was slightly out of breath. In this fierce battle, aside from the "Dao Heart Demonic Qi", he had used all his means.

Seeing Chen's appearance, he nodded to himself.

not bad.

He himself had undergone multiple forms of external training, various hard skills, and was further enhanced by the White Thunder, which allowed him to recover slightly better than his opponent.

On the one hand, the art of imitating forms is inherently adept at altering the body shape.

The main theme is "the human body is weak and suffering, and the image is used to ascend to heaven".
Furthermore, the difference in their levels of understanding is undeniable.

After breaking through the third level, the body underwent its third overall transformation.

At that time, its recovery ability will reach a new level.

At that time, when compared with the fat monk at the same level, he will be far ahead!

The wind gradually subsided, and the fluttering clothes settled into place.

Meng Chuan caught the snake-scale fruit that was tossed to him, put it into his waist token, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"You flatter me, Master Liaochen."

Liao Chen shook his head silently, feeling dejected.

Thinking of something, he took another deep breath and said:
"I'm not letting you have your way this time. By the way, what's the name of that move where you transformed from fire elemental to golden lightning?"

Even though Meng Chuan's true energy was strange and electrified, it had the feel of the Taoist priests from Wudang.

But with just these, plus the Five Elements, they absolutely cannot defeat themselves.

The reason for their defeat was the terrifying burst of golden lightning.

The fight is over, there's no point in hiding our strengths.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was not out of breath at all:
"The thunder magic techniques of the Shenxiao Sect of Taoism, the divine might of the Thunder Ancestor—the thunder of the heart."

"The Call of the Divine Firmament Sect, the Thunder Within"

Liao Chen silently recited in his heart, and a slight fear of Meng Chuan appeared in his eyes.

Cold sweat trickled down my back, only realizing it belatedly.

He actually felt fear towards a second-level martial arts master!
This is the effect of the Golden Thunder on the mind.

Defeated by the mighty divine thunder, from now on all those who wield golden thunder and white lightning must bow their heads in defiance!

Instead of looking at him, Liao Chen turned to look at his waist, which had already healed.

Looking up again, he saw the Tathagata's Six Desires Formation hidden in the void, and suddenly sighed:

"Benefactor Meng is extraordinary, and Ziyi is a divine being sent from heaven. It is likely that he will inherit the Buddha's fruit in the future. Buddha, though I have lost, I am still honored!"

These words signify a complete and heartfelt admission of defeat and submission.

He was also a nationally recognized true genius, and naturally knew a common trait among people like him.

If I can beat you once, I can beat you a hundred times in the future!

"Hey Fatty Monk, we're all buddies, here you go."

Meng Chuan took out the snake scale fruit again, intending to return it to Chen.

It wasn't that I got carried away by flattery.
It was not an act.

Although the fat monk was shrewd, he was a man of his word and accepted his loss decisively.

Moreover, even when the two were really angry, they didn't aim for their own vital organs like their heads, hearts, or groins.

People who can control their emotions are worth getting to know better.

Whether you're doing national missions or exploring high-level demon nests in the future, you'll need trustworthy teammates to teach you from behind the scenes.

Those with less strength were responsible for logistical work such as intelligence gathering and loot disposal.

Those whose strength can keep up with his pace will charge into battle alongside him.

Xu Qingfeng, the Longhu brothers, and others from Lishan.

Jueming from Shaolin Temple, and Wang Ye from Wudang, um. Zheng Chengcheng from Yan Hua's drama also counts.
And the fat monk in front of us, he too could be developed to some extent.

A person who goes it alone is destined not to go far.

With a group of like-minded people gathered together, the path of martial arts is no longer a solitary one.
Seeing that Meng Chuan was about to return the snake scale fruit to him, Liao Chen subconsciously reached out, but then withdrew his hand.

Her face was filled with inner turmoil, but she finally hardened her heart and refused.

“The prize has been agreed upon and cannot be broken. I, the Buddha, cannot be such a petty person.”

Meng Chuan patted the fruit down and smiled:

"Really not?"

Liao Chen gritted his teeth:

"do not want!"

As the cloud wall dissipated, the monks on the side slowly came to their senses, and the noise gradually increased.

This is the first time I've ever seen such a powerful second-tier character; I was extremely shocked.

Discussions began to rise from all sides. The monks, all skilled warriors of the martial arts academy, expressed their opinions on this contest of the underdog overcoming the superior.

There was a tall, handsome monk with features resembling those of Tang Sanzang, whose voice carried a hint of teasing:

"Do you all think that the dragon shape is unacceptable, or that the pictographic style is unacceptable?"

Upon hearing this, the monks of the Pictographic School were displeased, and some instigated:
"Since we've already shown our true form, and Junior Brother Liao Hai is a master of the Five Elements Water Fist martial arts, why don't we go up and fight that little monster again?"

A bystander remarked:

"Absolutely! Let's go to sea and have a match. This humble monk would like to place a bet!"

As for who will win, he wouldn't say.
Liao Hai saw the monks tending the fire nearby and raised an eyebrow:
"This humble monk's skill in the Five Elements Fist is inferior to that of Benefactor Meng, and I humbly admit defeat. However, Senior Brother Fei, why don't you go up and give the Ox and Horse Dual Form a try?"
This would both restore the prestige of our Zen ancestral homeland and salvage your reputation as a symbolic entity; it would be a win-win situation, truly excellent.

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Senior Brother Fei, go up and fight!"

The monks only wanted to win the prize; anyone could participate.
"Ahem. This humble monk suddenly needs to use the restroom, so I'll take my leave first."

Seeing that everyone was starting to urge him on, Senior Brother Fei slipped away, made a hasty retreat to relieve himself.

Looking at the other person's back, the monks all expressed their disdain.

The magnetic field dissipated, and the floating clouds dispersed.

The sunlight shines down again, crowning the young man.

Meng Chuan suppressed the strange phenomena around him and looked at the monks.

For a moment, the disciples of the martial monks were stunned by its power, and none of them dared to fight again!

Seeing that Chen refused to take it back, he accepted the snake scale fruit and would study it later.

The two remained on good terms despite the "winning the prize" incident, chatting and laughing as they discussed martial arts principles on the sidelines.

Having given their all, both are national talents and have naturally reaped great rewards.

This is precisely the opportunity to verify and digest each other's findings.

Seeing this, the young monk Jueming also ran over to listen in.

Although I don't understand concepts like "mindset" or "fist intent."

Make a note of this; it will definitely come in handy in the future!
The old monk, who had remained silent all along, saw that all the disciples present had decided to cower in fear.

He didn't fly into a rage, but a chill ran down his spine:
"Not one of them has the guts."

However, this is understandable.

The kid's power was still lingering, yet after the fight, he acted as if he were extremely relaxed.

Even if you lose, you're not only embarrassed, but you also have to pay extra to cover the losses.

Even if they win, the disciples of the Three Limits Sect will have to consider their reputation to avoid being labeled as "taking advantage of others' misfortunes".

Even if we call him the head of the "Twelve Vajras," who is almost a master of the Four Limits, the "Golden Wheel of Innocence - The Dharma of Comprehending the Dharma" is here.

It's a sure win, but so what?

If it's about overwhelming the opponent with martial arts cultivation, he might as well go himself.
This kid is a second-tier talent!

It's not even close to the peak of Qi and Blood at the level of a martial arts master.
I have serious doubts about a truly fair fight.

Even if you combined the two generations of second-tier disciples, "Liao" and "Jue," into one, they wouldn't be enough to defeat this kid, whether in a group fight or a tag-team battle.
(End of this chapter)