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Chapter 166 Murong Fu's Battle Against Kumārajīva
To surprise Kumārajīva?
Jiang Mingzhe wanted to offer a word of advice, but seeing Murong Fu's triumphant expression, he swallowed his words.

He had mentioned Kumārajīva's prowess more than once, but it seemed that Murong Fu didn't take it too seriously.

Upon closer reflection, it's not surprising. Since his debut, Murong Fu has probably never suffered a defeat. Not to mention Kumārajīva, who has a limited reputation in the Central Plains, Murong Fu is probably not afraid of the abbot of Shaolin Temple or the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

It's like a successful entrepreneur in their twenties who doesn't care about Jack Ma or small goals. They think that others' success is all due to luck, while they are the only ones who succeed because of their own abilities.

This is a weakness of human nature, and cannot be controlled by the words of others.

Seeing that Jiang Mingzhe was hesitant to speak, Murong Fu assumed that the other party did not know how high his martial arts were, and thus became even more determined to defeat this foreign monk in one fell swoop, so that Jiang Mingzhe would broaden his horizons and then wholeheartedly submit to him.

He immediately shouted, "Hey, you Tibetan monk! It's one thing for you to be a powerful figure in Tibet, but how dare you come to Jiangnan and cause trouble? Do you think there's no one in the Central Plains martial arts world?"

His shout was imbued with his inner strength, and the sound waves shook the lake surface between the large and small boats, creating ripples.

Inside the cabin, Abi's singing stopped abruptly, and everyone rushed out to see what had happened.

On the small boat, Kumārajīva turned around and recognized Jiang Mingzhe and Duan Yu at a glance, feeling both joy and worry.

The good news is that the lost Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual has returned; the bad news is that Jiang Mingzhe is highly skilled in martial arts, and this young master's solid internal strength is evident when he shouts.

He thought to himself with a sigh: How come there are so many outstanding people among the Han people? These two on the boat look to be under thirty years old, yet their martial arts have reached such a level. And Duan Yu, given some time, will become another earth-shattering master after he has fully mastered the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Why doesn't my Tubo have such promising young talents?
On the surface, however, he remained calm and composed, and said with a smile, "Hehe, are you also an assistant invited by the Duan family of Dali? I advise you not to act recklessly. Do you know that I am good friends with Murong of Gusu? If you make things difficult for me, Murong of Gusu will definitely not let you off the hook."

At this moment, A'Zhu and A'Bi were standing on the boat, but Kumārajīva only loved martial arts and not women. With A'Zi, Mu Wanqing, and Zhong Ling together, he glanced at all the beautiful women and assumed that they were young and romantic, and had summoned female warriors from the martial arts world. He did not look closely and naturally did not recognize the two maids from the Murong family.

Murong Fu was furious when he saw that the man was actually using the Murong family name to intimidate him in front of him. He sneered, "Fine, fine, let's see who lets whom off the hook!"

Turning his head, he saw a bucket on the deck. With a flick of his toe, he lifted the bucket into the air, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and with a flick of the scabbard, sent the bucket flying.

Murong Fu also leaped out, his feet stepping on the barrel and soaring several feet into the water with a splash. His momentum continued, the bottom of the barrel splitting the waves as he headed straight for Kumārajīva's small boat.

Kumārajīva exclaimed, "What superb lightness skill!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, pressed down with his thumb, and a sharp finger force shot out, causing strange ripples to appear in the air wherever it passed.

Murong Fu strode through the water with the barrel, his right hand always on the hilt of his sword, intending to leap up and draw his sword the instant the barrel struck the small boat.

Unexpectedly, Kumārajīva was so powerful. With a loud shout, a clear light emerged like a dragon from a ravine, and with a loud clang, it shattered the finger force. It was a move called "Single Rider Charge" from his family's Dragon City Fast Sword technique!
Without pausing, Kumārajīva pressed his thumb down twice more, and two bursts of finger force followed closely behind, one shooting towards Murong Fu himself, and the other towards the bucket of water at his feet.

Fortunately, the Murong family's Longcheng Swift Sword technique was indeed extremely fast. Once a move was made, the next move followed closely behind, each one faster than the last.

Murong Fu's longsword rang out, shattering another finger strike with a clear clang. Murong Fu's wrist trembled violently, and at the same time, the bucket beneath his feet shattered into pieces with a splash.

Kumārajīva chuckled and said, "Is this little monk's Maha Finger technique presentable to anyone?"

Murong Fu's mind raced, and he exclaimed, "You've mastered 'Three Journeys to Hell'!" Although he had learned a wide range of martial arts, he was far less quick-witted than his cousin Wang Yuyan. It wasn't until Kumārajīva revealed the origin of the martial arts that he understood the moves the other party had used.

Among the many Shaolin martial arts techniques, each with its own unique mystery, the Maha Finger stands out as the most powerful in terms of finger strength!

Murong Fu couldn't help but recall his childhood, listening to his father's teachings: "Fu'er, you don't need to put too much effort into practicing this Maha Finger technique. You ask why? Hehe, the word Maha comes from the Sanskrit word maha, which means vast and boundless. Since it's named Maha, you can imagine how powerful the finger is. However, a person's internal strength is limited. Although this finger technique is powerful, it requires a lot of breathing and channeling effort to shoot out a single finger. But the enemy isn't dead. If you concentrate your finger power here, they might just run away or take the opportunity to attack. What's the use of having such strong finger power then?"

Murong Fu was immediately puzzled: "Father, if this finger technique has such a big flaw, why does the Shaolin monk still include it among his ultimate skills?"

Murong Bo sighed, "That's because this finger technique has an extremely difficult hurdle to overcome, called the Three Entries into Hell. Once mastered, one can unleash three fingers in an instant. However, practicing this move is incredibly painful. Each time one masters a single stroke, it's like going back and forth through hell. That's why it's called the Three Entries into Hell. But think about it, Fu'er, there are countless divine skills and extraordinary techniques in the world. With the time and perseverance to practice the Three Entries into Hell, what can't one master? Let alone compete with it."

According to Murong Bo, this move, which allows one to enter hell three times, is something that even many eminent monks of Shaolin Temple have not mastered. Therefore, Murong Fu never expected that the Tibetan national teacher had actually mastered this ultimate move.

These thoughts flashed through his mind. At this moment, Murong Fu was still about ten feet away from the small boat. Under his feet was the blue waves of Taihu Lake. As he fell rapidly, he spread his legs to the sides, thrust and flicked his long sword downwards. Amidst the splashing water, he used the momentum to perform a somersault, his body turning rapidly as he was about to pounce on the small boat.

Kumārajīva laughed loudly, "Getting on my boat won't be easy!"

A smile graced his face. His right thumb rested on his index finger, as if he were holding a delicate flower. He raised his left hand and flicked the five fingers in turn, his movements incredibly graceful, as if he were flicking away the dewdrops from the flower.

This finger technique has much more distinct characteristics, and Murong Fu immediately exclaimed, "The Flower-Picking Finger Technique!"

He thought to himself that among all the finger techniques of Shaolin Temple, if we were to talk about being the most yin and the fastest, the Flicking Flower Finger would undoubtedly be the best. Especially when you practice it to the point where you can release your finger power outwards, it can cut through the air silently and is the most difficult to defend against.

He brandished his sword wildly, a barrier of light tightly protecting his body. Then, muffled thuds could be heard continuously, the sound of the soft, yin energy that Kumārajīva unleashed striking the sword barrier.

However, in doing so, while the defense was impenetrable, his body was also forced to stop moving forward. He had no time to withdraw his sword and thrust it into the water to gain leverage. With a splash, Murong Fu fell into the water.

Kumārajīva laughed loudly, snatched the long oar from the boatman's hand and pounded the water, looking triumphantly at Jiang Mingzhe and said, "Boy, if you are willing to hand over the sword manual, I will let this young man come up to catch his breath. Decide quickly, otherwise if he drowns, then you will have let your friends down!"

Jiang Mingzhe put his hands behind his back, shook his head and laughed: "Hey, you don't need to scare me. If I'm not mistaken, you Tibetan monk are probably a landlubber, right? It's one thing to brag on land, but you dare to brag on the water? My brother here is known in the martial arts world as 'Little White Dragon in the Waves.' He can stay underwater for seven days and seven nights, eating raw fish and shrimp without changing his expression. If you want to threaten me, knock on me for seven days and seven nights first."

Kumārajīva angrily retorted, "Are you trying to fool me? It doesn't have gills, how could it go for days without breathing?"

Before he finished speaking, a loud boom resounded, and an incomparably brilliant sword light rose from beneath Kumārajīva's feet. Kumārajīva reacted extremely quickly, immediately leaping up to dodge. Looking down, he saw the small boat break in half, and the boatman and officials cried out as they fell into the water.

Kumārajīva's expression changed drastically. He quickly gathered his inner energy, twisted his body in mid-air, threw out the oar in his hand, and stepped on the oar with both feet, displaying his amazing lightness skill.

At that moment, a figure leaped up amidst the waves, and Murong Fu shouted sharply, "Still trying to run?"

With a powerful stomp into the water, a ripple spread out, and the oars were swept away by the waves, drifting a short distance away. Kumārajīva lost his footing and crashed into the water.

(End of this chapter)