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

Yu Daiyan had already mastered the "Sky-Splitting and Star-Shattering Finger" created by Lin Daochen. With his finger, he could shatter the void, break stars and split rocks, and kill him as easily as slaughtering dogs and pigs.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's personal promise, Ah San felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

Zhang Sanfeng's reputation in the martial arts world was beyond question.

If he says he won't go back on his word, then he definitely won't.

So—today, he survived.

Facing Yu Daiyan, who had just recovered from serious injuries, A-San was as calm as a rock and confident of victory.

A moment later, the two stood in the center of the field, their murderous aura subtly permeating the air.

"You crippled me with your finger techniques back then, and today I'll return the favor in kind!"

Yu Daiyan's gaze was like a knife as he stared coldly at Ah San, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Ah San chuckled and smirked, "Yu Sanxia, ​​the Wudang Sect may have a prestigious reputation, but when it comes to finger techniques—you really don't rank among the best."

"Then open your eyes wide and see clearly!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Daiyan roared, his figure suddenly rising up, and he pointed out with a finger!

boom--!

Before the fingertips even arrived, the fierce and unparalleled finger force had already torn through the air, like a raging tide pressing down, heading straight for the Indian's face!

"To attack with one's weakness against another's strength is suicidal!"

Ah San sneered inwardly, showing no sign of weakness, and immediately activated the Vajra Finger, channeling his palm power into his fingertips to meet the attack head-on!

In an instant, the two finger strikes collided with a deafening roar!

But as soon as they started fighting, the Indian man's expression changed drastically.

His Vajra Finger technique was a Shaolin martial art, fierce and domineering, and had always been invincible. But this finger strike before him... was even more ruthless, more intense, and more oppressive than his own!

Before he could react, Yu Daiyan let out a thunderous roar, unleashing the full power of his Sky-Splitting Star-Shattering Finger technique—

Shatter stars with a single finger!

A violent burst of energy tore through the void, so fast that it didn't even leave a afterimage, and went straight for Ah San's brow!

This move has no fancy moves, only pure power and speed; it's simple, brutal, and deadly!

"Retreat? Absolutely not!"

The Indian's pupils contracted, and his fighting instincts erupted instantly.

He knew that if he retreated now, his momentum would dissipate, and the fierce power of the Vajra Finger would be completely lost, leaving him only able to passively take hits!

"I refuse to believe it! My masterful skill, honed over many years, would be defeated by a mere Wudang ring finger technique!"

He roared, his eyes flashing with ferocity, his inner strength surging wildly, and he pointed out a finger with all his might!

boom!!!

The two forces collided fiercely, creating a shockwave!

But in the next instant, Yu Daiyan's finger strike was like a devastating blow, directly crushing the opponent's force, and with no reduction in momentum, it slammed into the Indian's middle finger!

Click—!

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out, and the Indian man's middle finger snapped on the spot!

Immediately afterwards, the force of the fingers burst out in all directions, and the other four fingers shattered one after another, rendering the entire palm useless in an instant!

"ah--!"

Ah San screamed in agony and retreated hastily, enduring the excruciating pain.

But how could Yu Daiyan allow him to escape?

The figure pursued like a ghost, and the fierce finger wind locked onto Ah San's entire body once again!

With all five fingers severed and its combat power drastically reduced, India could no longer withstand it.

Yu Daiyan hated this man to the bone and showed no mercy when he attacked!

The Sky-Splitting Star-Shattering Finger strikes repeatedly, each finger carrying the power to shatter bones and tendons, slamming into Ah San's right arm!

Crackling sounds—!

The sound of bones breaking was as dense as rain. In the blink of an eye, his right arm was completely shattered, broken into seven or eight pieces, a bloody mess!

Yu Daiyan spun around and moved his fingertips again, his left arm was also attacked and broken into pieces!

Then, his legs, spine... were all shattered one by one!

Amidst heart-wrenching screams, Ah San collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, his bones shattered, clinging to life with only a breath left.

But Yu Daiyan still did not stop.

With his final finger, he aimed straight for the throat—determined to kill him on the spot!

Just then, a figure suddenly shot out from the camp of the Prince of Ruyang!

A bald, middle-aged man rushed out and slapped the Indian man's back with all his might, trying to save his life!

"snort!"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly and waved his wide sleeves lightly.

A vast and unparalleled force exploded out, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, instantly shattering the palm strike into dust, the remaining force penetrating straight into his chest!

puff--!

The bald man coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.

And at that very instant—

Yu Daiyan's fingertip energy pierced through the Indian man's throat!

The Indian man's eyes were wide open, his breath stopped, and he died on the spot!

In the distance, deep in the darkness.

An elderly man in a Taoist robe rushed over, but stopped abruptly the moment he saw Zhang Sanfeng make his move.

His eyes darkened, and after a moment's consideration, he whispered to the disciple beside him:

"You stay here to support your junior brother, and do not act rashly."

Immediately, he stared intently at Zhang Sanfeng, his eyes filled with boundless hatred:

"Zhang Sanfeng...once I break through the realm of terrestrial immortals, I will surely return to settle old scores!"

This person is none other than the Hundred Losses Taoist.

A former powerful figure in the martial arts world, infamous for his ruthlessness and cruelty, he incurred the wrath of both heaven and man. Zhang Sanfeng, unable to tolerate such behavior, personally intervened and severely injured him.

In that battle, Bai Sun Dao Ren narrowly escaped death, but had to feign death to get away and flee to the Great Yuan Dynasty. He never dared to set foot in the Great Ming Dynasty again.

He hated Zhang Sanfeng to the core.

At the same time, there is also a deep-seated fear.

The night was as dark as ink. Zhang Sanfeng casually struck out with his palm, seemingly effortless, yet carrying immense power. Bai Sun Dao Ren, witnessing this from afar, felt a sudden chill in his heart—he immediately realized that he was no match for this man.

Immediately, he lost even the courage to show his face.

Not only that, he didn't even dare to stay a moment longer. Without hesitation, he abandoned his disciple, turned around, and disappeared into the darkness, fleeing for his life.

As for whether the Prince of Ruyang was dead or alive, he couldn't be bothered to ask.

It's just an exchange of interests; who would risk their life for a powerful person?

In fact, Zhang Sanfeng had already sensed the rapidly approaching aura of a grandmaster when Bai Sun Dao Ren was getting close.

This is not unexpected.

It's perfectly normal for a prince of the most powerful dynasty in the Yuan Dynasty to keep a martial arts master as a guest in his residence.

He personally accompanied Yu Daiyan here today precisely to prepare for this moment.

What made Zhang Sanfeng frown slightly was that the aura of a grandmaster came quickly and went even faster, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Just then, Yu Daiyan spoke up:

"Master, revenge has been taken, let's go."

"Third brother, you're wrong." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head calmly. "The feud isn't over yet."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze was already fixed on Prince Ruyang like a cold blade.

Stung by that gaze, Prince Ruyang froze, cold sweat trickling down his back.

"Master Zhang, what do you mean by this?"

"Although Ah San was the one who carried out the attack, you are the mastermind behind it all." Zhang Sanfeng's tone was calm, but his words were as firm as iron. "The guilt also lies with you."

The Prince of Ruyang's expression changed drastically. He stood up abruptly and shouted sternly:

"Master Zhang! I respect you as a martial arts grandmaster and have repeatedly yielded to you! But don't push your luck!"

"Even if you are invincible in the martial world, my Great Yuan Dynasty still has top-tier experts to protect you!"

As he angrily rebuked, he anxiously wondered: Why hasn't Daoist Baisun shown himself yet?!

That person once boasted that he was invincible in the Grandmaster realm, which became his last resort.

Little did they know that their so-called trump card had already slipped away without a trace.

Seeing that reinforcements were slow to arrive, the Prince of Ruyang had no choice but to suppress his anger and soften his tone:

"Since Ah San is dead, why don't we just let this matter drop?"

Beside him, Yu Daiyan also whispered, "Master, since A-San has been executed, let it go."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng neither confirmed nor denied it, but simply asked:

"Are you happy with just letting it go like this?"

Yu Daiyan remained silent.

How can one's heart be at peace when the hatred has not been avenged?

But he was even more afraid that this would cause Wudang to completely break ties with the Yuan Dynasty.

Killing a servant is merely a loss of face for the prince; but to harm the prince himself is to declare war.

From then on, imperial experts would follow them like shadows, and Wudang would never have a peaceful day.

Weighing the pros and cons, he preferred to swallow his anger.

Zhang Sanfeng saw through all these intricacies at a glance.

The more sensible his apprentice was, the more his heart ached for him.

If he has to swallow even this little bit of grievance, then does he deserve to be a master?

Offending the Yuan Dynasty? What is there to fear?

Wudang is within the territory of the Ming Dynasty, beyond the reach of the Yuan Dynasty. If they dare to send people to cause trouble, he will cripple one if they come, and wipe out ten if they come!

Throughout his life, Zhang Sanfeng roamed the martial arts world and never feared anyone!

"Prince Ruyang," he spoke slowly, his tone indifferent, "you spared my disciple, yet you had his tendons and bones broken. Today, I will also break your tendons and bones, no more, no less, to even the score."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already pounced on him.

The Prince of Ruyang was terrified and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Stop him! Guards! All of you, attack! Ah Da! He Bi Weng! What are you doing?"

But this group of people were like clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

With a few swift palm strikes, a powerful gust of wind swept across, sending everyone flying backwards, paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

Zhang Sanfeng used his strength sparingly, injuring the victim's bones but not killing him.

Upon seeing this, the Prince of Ruyang turned and ran, but in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, his speed was as slow as a tortoise crawling.

In the blink of an eye, he was dragged back and thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

No matter how much he kowtowed and begged for mercy, Zhang Sanfeng didn't even blink. He snapped his fingers and cracked several times—severing all the tendons in his hands and feet.

"Third brother, let's go."

Zhang Sanfeng casually tossed the limp Prince of Ruyang aside, turned around, and led Yu Daiyan away under the moonlight, their figures quickly disappearing into the night.

Only after they had completely disappeared did the people from the Prince's Mansion dare to approach.

"Your Highness!" The guards hurriedly helped Prince Ruyang up.

Ah Er hurriedly took out the sect's most precious treasure—the Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment—and applied it to him with trembling hands.

"Guards! Report this to the Khan immediately and demand justice for me! I want Zhang Sanfeng to be torn to pieces and his bones reduced to ashes!"

Once the Prince of Ruyang's breathing stabilized, he immediately gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

……

at the same time.

"Master, shall we hurry back to Wudang?"

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, Yu Daiyan spoke in a low voice, a hint of urgency in his eyes.

He knew all too well—how could the Yuan court let the Prince of Ruyang, whose limbs and tendons had been crippled, let it go? Once the news spread, the entire martial arts world would likely be engulfed in bloodshed.

"No rush." ​​Zhang Sanfeng walked with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. "I'll go to Jingshen Peak in Kunlun Mountain first. Your senior uncle asked me to retrieve something."

Hearing that it was his senior brother Lin Daochen's instruction, Yu Daiyan nodded without hesitation:

"Your disciple obeys."

After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Master, my senior uncle is truly unfathomable now... that 'Sky-Splitting Star-Shattering Finger' is simply incomparably domineering!"

In the previous battle, Ah San used the Shaolin supreme martial art "Vajra Finger," a technique with fierce and powerful force capable of splitting rocks with a single palm strike. Yet, in his hands, it was as if made of paper, pierced through by his own finger.

He had been paralyzed for many years. Although Lin Daochen had skillfully restored his meridians and internal strength, the wasted years could not be made up for, and his skill had actually declined compared to his prime.

But relying on the finger techniques taught by his senior master, he was able to crush experts of the same level—how could such power not convince people?

He felt more than just gratitude towards Lin Daochen; he also deeply admired him.