Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 224 Great Vajra Splitting Fist
When the Shaolin monks launched a large-scale attack, Jiang Mingzhe and the others immediately stepped forward to fight. Although the Four Heroes of the World were outnumbered, each of them was incredibly powerful. In particular, Jiang Mingzhe and Kumārajīva were able to hold off a large group of people, their figures moving swiftly and their inner strength surging. Each of them occupied a large area of ​​the arena.

Moreover, in a battle of this caliber, even the weakest would find it difficult to advance, let alone make a move; even the overflowing power of experts would be hard to withstand.

Therefore, although there were many Shaolin monks, those who participated in the battle were mainly from the Xuan generation.

Several battlefields stretched out horizontally, and Duan Yu stood there, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

He thought to himself: I have already said that I want to join forces with my second brother. Now I am very familiar with the Duan family sword technique and I have the Lingbo Weibu to rely on. How can I just watch them fight against a large number of enemies?

So he resolutely drew his sword and shouted, "Duan Yu of Dali is here! Who dares to fight me!"

Before the words were finished, a chubby old monk bypassed the battlefield, carrying a fine steel staff and charging straight over: "I am Shenyin of Qingliang Temple, you little devil, prepare to die!"

Upon seeing the thick and long steel staff, Duan Yu immediately felt a sense of fear.

Shenyin strode over and swung her staff to smash him.

Duan Yu instinctively raised his sword to parry, but then suddenly thought: I can't parry this. How thick is his iron staff? If he hits my sword, it will definitely break. Even if it breaks, it doesn't matter. But my head will inevitably be shattered, and that would be much more serious.

So, clumsily, he put down his sword, raised his left little finger, and thought to himself, "I'll stab him with the Six Meridians Divine Sword."

But then I thought: I can't hurt him! I have no grudge against him. I can just defeat him. Look at his white beard. If he dies at my hands, wouldn't that be terrible?

Well, I poked his shoulder, and his shoulder went limp, causing the steel cane to fall. That means I won. I said, "Thank you for the favor," and he said, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed." Wouldn't that make everyone happy?

These thoughts may seem complicated, but they are actually just a matter of a thought in one's mind.

But even though his mind raced extremely fast, it couldn't help but keep turning over and over in his head.

Duan Yu's mind raced. The Divine Sound Staff was already upon him when Duan Yu suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly dodged. Fortunately, his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) was powerful, and the steel staff almost grazed his nose before falling into the air.

Duan Yu thought to himself, "Fine, I'm good at light footwork, so I'll just turn around and poke him from behind!"

Just as he was about to move, Shenyin's Pumen Staff Technique had a follow-up move. When the first strike missed, the old monk straightened his back and thrust the staff out with a whoosh. Duan Yu quickly tucked in his lower abdomen and instinctively reached out his left hand to grab the staff.

Shenyin swung her staff with all her might, expecting Duan Yu to either slip from her grasp or be thrown away. However, to her surprise, the staff seemed to disappear into the sea, leaving Duan Yu staring blankly at himself, his hand still gripping the staff, completely unmoved!

Shenyin was greatly surprised, thinking to herself, "Could this kid be born with divine strength like my senior brother?"
Little did he know that Duan Yu's internal strength was simply too high. In his haste to grab the staff, he subconsciously channeled his internal strength into his arm. Not to mention Shen Yin, even among the Xuan generation of Shaolin monks, few could shake him.

Shenyin couldn't shake him off. She tried to thrust several times, but he remained motionless, as if frozen in place. Then Duan Yu said, "You'd better admit defeat, or I'll stab you!"

Shenyin was both ashamed and angry, and cursed, "You dare call me your grandmother!"

Duan Yu was furious: "How dare you, a monk, insult my ancestors? My grandmother passed away early, and I haven't even had a chance to fulfill my filial duties. Do you think I should be the one to insult her?"

Enraged, he disregarded the possibility of killing anyone and swung his sword at the bald man opposite him. Shenyin hurriedly dodged, but Duan Yu then slashed at his hand. Helpless, Shenyin abandoned his staff and instead used the Tiger Subduing Fist to attack.

Seeing that he was unarmed, Duan Yu's courage surged. He threw his monk's staff far away and began to use the Duan family sword technique with great skill. With his high level of internal strength, even if his sword technique was completely unresponsive and he simply recited the script, its power was still immense. Shen Yin tried to rush in several times but was forced back. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she shouted, "Stop!"

Duan Yu stopped abruptly, and asked in surprise, "You admit defeat?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shenyin suddenly pounced and grabbed Duan Yu's wrists, which were holding his sword. Duan Yu then realized he had been tricked and immediately grabbed Shenyin's hands to try to pry them open. In his haste, he activated the Beiming Divine Art, and Shenyin's internal energy surged into Duan Yu's body.

Duan Yu realized what was happening and immediately inhaled more forcefully. Shen Yin was terrified but couldn't break free. She felt her years of hard-earned internal energy constantly disappearing, and she almost cried out, "I admit defeat! I really admit defeat this time!"

Duan Yu then stopped practicing his internal energy, letting Shenyin collapse softly to the ground, and scolded him to himself, "Why didn't you admit defeat sooner? You made me feel so bloated again..."

Although he learned this skill at the same time as Jiang Mingzhe, he practiced it far less diligently than Jiang Mingzhe. He used it several times only to save his life. His speed in converting the absorbed internal energy into Beiming True Qi was far inferior to Jiang Mingzhe's. Therefore, he found it troublesome to absorb a lot of Shenyin's internal energy.

During their fight, the situation on the field changed again. Xiao Feng fought with Shenshan Shangren for more than thirty rounds and gradually saw through the changes in his opponent's moves. He used the Dragon Subduing Palm more and more fiercely. Several times, his palm strikes were precisely at the key points of Shenshan's change of moves. In addition, Shenshan was old after all. Seeing that Xiao Feng was getting more and more courageous, he could no longer maintain his fierce offensive.

Seeing that things were going badly, Elder Xu shouted for everyone to attack together. Bai Shijing and the others were unwilling to attack Xiao Feng, so they went straight to Murong Fu's side. All the elders were formidable fighters, and they immediately suppressed Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian.

Hidden within the Beggars' Sect were several powerful monks: Master Daoqing of Pudu Temple, Master Juexian of Donglin Temple, and Master Rongzhi of Jingying Temple. These men were friends of Shenshan and had been invited by him. At this moment, they chanted Buddhist prayers and attacked together.

These three monks were all renowned for their martial arts, which were no less than those of the Shaolin Xuan generation. Together with Shenshan, they outnumbered Xiao Feng and trapped him.

Jiang Mingzhe had already fought dozens of rounds with the four monks, including Xuanci. The large amount of internal energy he had absorbed earlier had all been transformed into Beiming True Qi. He felt that he had inexhaustible power in his body, and his attacks became heavier and faster.

If it weren't for Xuanci holding up the situation like a pillar in the middle of the stream, the other monks would probably have been defeated long ago!
By this point in the battle, Jiang Mingzhe had also noticed something amiss—

Xuanci's Great Vajra Fist was likely something he specifically learned after the Battle of Yanmen Pass!
Once activated, the Thunderous Divine Might skill grants the user superior eyesight, mental agility, swiftness of movement, and strength, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Practicing other martial arts and being able to integrate internal strength and the power of muscles and bones is already enough to be considered a master. But this Divine Might Skill integrates and releases the power of the five internal organs, blood vessels, and bones. It is truly as the old Taoist who taught Xiao Yuanshan said, the difference between inside and outside the well.

Although Xuan Ci did not know the underlying principles, he still vividly remembered Xiao Yuanshan's skill back then. Therefore, when he mastered the Great Vajra Fist, he neither competed in moves nor speed. Instead, he simply sat with his back straight and unleashed his internal energy with each punch, following the path of using clumsiness to overcome skill and overwhelming technique with sheer force.

His moves were rigid and unchanging, rendering Jiang Mingzhe's eyesight and mental acuity useless. Moreover, his body remained as still as a mountain, and he only used his fists to strike repeatedly, thus minimizing his speed disadvantage to the extreme.

If it's one-on-one, this kind of fighting style is just asking for trouble, but when outnumbered, with others restraining the opponent, he can unleash his full power and force the opponent to engage in a barrage of attacks with him.

Although Jiang Mingzhe was not afraid to exchange blows with him from a distance, and even each punch he threw was more powerful than Xuan Ci's, causing the old monk's skin and flesh to tremble, he could not achieve the same overwhelming victory as before.

He couldn't help but admire him in his heart. Back then, Xuan Ci thought Xiao Yuanshan was dead, but he still couldn't rest easy. He painstakingly devised such a fighting style, probably because he was afraid that one day Xiao Yuanshan's fellow disciples or students would attack Shaolin and he would use this tactic to wear down his opponent.

Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help but sigh for him.

The method is good, and the boxing technique is also good.

But who told you to run into me?
(End of this chapter)