Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

The surrounding area buzzed with discussion. Apart from Lin Daochen and Zhang Sanfeng, who remained composed, the other Wudang disciples felt a chill run down their spines. No one had expected Meng Chixing to choose this moment to come and provoke them.

With a quick thought, Zhang Songxi stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior Meng, today is my master's 100th birthday. Isn't it inappropriate for you to challenge me at this time?"

He had intended to use politeness to pressure the other party into backing down. But was Meng Chixing the kind of person who would be stopped by a few polite words?

"Hahaha! Why should a martial artist be bound by worldly etiquette?" Meng Chixing laughed loudly, his aura soaring to the sky.

Zhang Songxi was about to speak again when Lin Daochen raised his hand to stop him.

"I'll take your place in this battle for my junior brother." Lin Daochen stepped forward slowly, his gaze indifferent. "However, you'll have to wait in line—behind Xuan Cheng. I'll send him on his way first, then I'll deal with you."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the white-haired old Taoist priest in disbelief.

What?! He's going to take on two powerful immortals all by himself?! And he even said he'd send them on their way?!

That's absolutely outrageous!

Even Zhang Sanfeng and the others were moved at this moment. Although they knew that Lin Daochen was unfathomable, it was still too presumptuous for him to fight two opponents, both of whom were top figures like Xuan Cheng and Meng Chixing.

Xuan Cheng and Meng Chixing were already burning with rage.

Meng Chixing swept his gaze coldly across the crowd and shouted sharply, "Hmph! You, a nobody old Taoist priest, dare to spout such arrogant words? Do you even deserve to fight me?"

Although Xuancheng was a monk, his face was gloomy. He put his palms together and chanted softly, "Amitabha, ignorance is bliss. Your words, benefactor, are nothing but self-inflicted humiliation."

Lin Daochen didn't even lift his eyelids, only saying calmly, "Nonsense is useless, let's see who's the real deal."

"I've come here only for Master Zhang; others are beneath my notice," Meng Chixing said coldly, turning his gaze to Zhang Sanfeng and provoking him, "Master Zhang, do you dare to fight? You narrowly escaped with a single move at Lianshan Pass; are you perhaps scared today?"

"Hmph!" Zhang Sanfeng chuckled, flicking his sleeve. "In my entire life, have I ever feared anyone? Come! Let me see just how much stronger you'll become after you've become a terrestrial immortal!"

He had long seen through the other party's provocation, but he didn't care at all. With Lin Daochen in charge, what trouble did he have to fear?

Turning to Lin Daochen, he whispered, "Senior brother, since Meng Chixing has specifically challenged me, I dare not back down. I will accept this challenge. I'll leave the rest to you."

Lin Daochen nodded slightly: "Go ahead, do as you please. With me here at Wudang, the sky won't fall."

"With my senior brother here, I feel at ease." Zhang Sanfeng smiled, then turned around and said loudly, "Let's go! We'll see who's the real fighter outside!"

The two clashed with overwhelming power; if they fought within the Zixiao Palace, the entire palace would likely be reduced to ruins. Zhang Sanfeng, of course, would not allow his ancestral home to be destroyed.

"Alright!" Meng Chixing responded and stood up.

In an instant, the crowd filed out and surged toward the palace gates.

Before long, in the square in front of Zixiao Palace, Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing stood facing each other, their auras surging, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

The crowd gathered around, holding their breath, their eyes filled with fervor.

This is a true life-or-death duel between terrestrial immortals, a once-in-a-century event!

Kumārajīva remained hidden among the crowd, his eyes gleaming. Last time, Lin Daochen and Zhang Sanfeng sparred, but only briefly, without using their full strength. This battle, however, would surely be one of unparalleled ferocity and extreme brutality.

He thought to himself: if he could glean a glimpse of a breakthrough opportunity from this, perhaps he too could take that final step.

In the field.

The two unparalleled masters had already quietly channeled their energy, causing the air around them to distort and the void to tremble.

boom--!!!

Meng Chixing's aura suddenly exploded, and a terrifying pressure swept out like a raging sea, domineering and fierce, soaring straight into the sky!

Almost at the same time—

boom!!!

Zhang Sanfeng also unleashed a monstrous aura, his momentum soaring to the heavens, in no way inferior to his opponent's, as if a slumbering god had opened his eyes.

Today was supposed to be a joyous and peaceful birthday banquet, but instead, we've been repeatedly provoked by people coming to our door. Zhang Sanfeng is kind and generous, but is he a pushover who will let others bully him?

Since Meng Chixing insists on fighting, then he will accept the challenge!

I'll beat you so badly you'll never dare utter the word "challenge" again!

The two terrestrial immortals unleashed their full power without reservation, a force that could be described as devastating.

In an instant, the wind and clouds reversed, the sky and earth changed color, and the void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. A heavy, suffocating pressure enveloped the entire area, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Although the two did not deliberately target others, and the spectators retreated to a great distance, countless people with shallow cultivation were still shocked, their faces turned pale, their legs went weak, and they almost knelt down.

"This...this is the power of a terrestrial deity? It's terrifying!"

Everyone was horrified, their eyes fixed on the two figures confronting each other in the arena.

"The Demonic Sect has come from afar, so please go first."

Zhang Sanfeng's expression was calm, and his tone was even, yet he possessed an undeniable air of authority that commanded respect.

"good!"

Meng Chixing did not hesitate and took a step forward, his palm strike already complete.

boom!!!

A giant palm of azure light burst forth, profound and unpredictable, carrying the power to shatter mountains and split seas, and struck directly at Zhang Sanfeng's face!

Before the palm even touched the ground, the aura arrived first. The heavens and earth trembled, the clouds churned, as if all things were to submit and shatter under this single palm strike!

An ordinary expert would be terrified and unable to avoid such an attack.

Zhang Sanfeng remained unmoved, facing the earth-shattering palm print with a punch!

boom!!!

The black and white energies merged to form a fist imprint, simple and unadorned, yet containing immense power!

Without light or shadow, without any extraordinary moves, seemingly ordinary, yet it sent chills down one's spine—that punch seemed to compress all power into a single line, condensing it to the extreme!

The fist moved in a straight line, tearing through the void and leaving a bottomless crack.

boom! ! !

Fists and palms collided, and the heavens and earth roared!

A deafening explosion resounded across the area, and the shockwave rolled like a tornado, snapping all vegetation within a radius of a hundred feet!

The smoke and dust have dissipated slightly.

Zhang Sanfeng stood firmly in place, his clothes unmoved, his breathing as steady as ever.

Although Meng Chixing did not take a single step back, his body swayed slightly, his true essence surged violently, and his expression changed slightly.

My heart sank.

The previous strike was a head-on clash of internal energy, and the result was already clear: his true energy was slightly inferior.

But he quickly composed himself and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

The battle of martial arts is not just about internal strength. Techniques, experience, willpower, and timing can all turn the tide of battle!

"Master Zhang, again!"

With a long roar, Meng Chixing soared into the air, his killing intent surging, and charged forward once more!

"Come on, come on!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed, and he leaped to meet the enemy without backing down!

In an instant, the great battle resumed!

The two clashed fiercely in the center of the square, exchanging punches and palm strikes, their figures flashing like lightning. In just a few breaths, they had already exchanged more than ten blows!

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Each collision was like a thunderclap, deafening!

The world lost its color, the sun and moon lost their light, and the void constantly cracked and healed, as if it could not withstand this epic battle.

The aftershocks of the battle transformed into a violent torrent, scattering and crashing in all directions like a cataclysmic flood, cracking the ground and collapsing stone pillars wherever it passed!

Those watching nearby were terrified and retreated repeatedly, fearing that the residual force would strike them and cause broken bones!

The battle on the field became increasingly intense, while the crowd outside held their breath, their hearts pounding with each exchange.

In such an unprecedented showdown, who will have the last laugh?

Almost everyone stared intently at the battlefield, their eyes wide open. Even though the two men's movements were so fast that they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye, no one looked away, afraid of missing the decisive moment!

Within the Wudang camp, Song Yuanqiao frowned and asked in a low voice, "Uncle-Master, can Master... win?"

Yu Lianzhou and the others also looked at Lin Daochen, their eyes filled with anticipation and trepidation.

Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed, and spoke softly:

"Don't worry, your master will definitely win."

He could see clearly that although the two were both newly ascended immortals, judging from the Daoist charm and power revealed in their fight, Zhang Sanfeng had already touched the true meaning of the "Taiji Dao" and embarked on his own path of martial arts; while Meng Chixing was still groping on the edge.

Without a doubt, Zhang Sanfeng was superior.

On the surface, the two appeared evenly matched, their fists and palms seemingly neck and neck. However, Meng Chixing was already subtly showing signs of weakness, his breathing slightly disordered and his movements becoming somewhat sluggish. After a few more moves, the outcome would be clear.

Upon hearing Lin Daochen's words, Song Yuanqiao and the others felt a sense of relief.

They never doubted their senior's judgment.

At that moment, Lin Daochen's mind stirred slightly.

"Another land-based deity?"

He sensed it briefly and frowned – this person's aura was not even as good as Meng Chixing's, nor even as good as Xuan Cheng's, and was not worth mentioning at all.

I don't care.

Even if someone at this level is on the opposite side, they would only be a minor character.

Now, he has the right to be so arrogant.

At the same time.

Within the Shaolin camp, Kongzhi couldn't help but ask, "Master, who do you think will win between these two?"

"They are all new to the mainland, and their cultivation levels are not far apart. The outcome is only a hair's breadth away, and it is difficult to predict."

Xuan Cheng stared intently at the battle, his tone calm and steady.

But a storm was already brewing in my heart.

Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing truly lived up to their reputations! They were once grandmasters who shook the world, and now they have stepped into the realm of terrestrial immortals. Their combat power is so strong that even he has to go all out to suppress them.

In other words, without thorough preparation, winning against even one of them will be extremely difficult.

Even so, Xuan Cheng remained as confident as iron.

As the number one figure in Shaolin Temple in nearly two hundred years, he has the confidence to do so.

Not only did he think so, but everyone in the entire Shaolin Temple believed him.

"Even though these two are formidable, in my opinion, they are still no match for our patriarch."

Kongzhi smiled and offered his compliments.

The other monks nodded in agreement.

Xuan Cheng remained silent, only stroking his beard and chuckling lightly, accepting the situation calmly.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed!

Just as Lin Daochen had predicted, the situation suddenly shifted—

Zhang Sanfeng began to suppress them completely!

boom!!!

With his fist intent surging like a tide and his energy waves rolling, Zhang Sanfeng struck one move after another, forcing Meng Chixing to retreat repeatedly and face constant danger!

The onlookers erupted in uproar instantly:

"Master Zhang is about to win! The Demonic Sect can't hold on much longer!"

"It should have been like this long ago! The gap in strength is already obvious. Unless the Demonic Sect uses all its trump cards, defeat is inevitable!"

"That's not surprising. Back when he was a Grandmaster, he already had an edge over the Demonic Sect. Now that he's broken through to the same realm, he's naturally even more overwhelming!"

"How arrogant! To challenge the founder of Wudang Mountain so soon after entering the mainland is simply courting humiliation!"

A murmur arose, and Pang Ban's face darkened.

If Master is defeated by Zhang Sanfeng again, his mental obstacles will be difficult to overcome, and his future path of cultivation may be cut off!

Within the battle, Zhang Sanfeng's killing intent was chilling, showing no mercy.

With the full force of Hunyuan Taiji, the fist strikes were continuous and relentless, pressing Meng Chixing to the brink of despair.

In this battle, he wanted to make the opponent admit defeat completely and never dare to make the same mistake again!

Faced with such oppression, Meng Chixing was consumed by rage!

Absolutely not! We absolutely cannot afford to lose again!

Even if it costs us our lives, we must kill Zhang Sanfeng today!

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was retracting his fist to catch his breath, he suddenly launched a counterattack, his palm strike as powerful as thunder, forcing his opponent back. Then, without hesitation, he unleashed all his true energy!