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

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed softly:

"Yes... Ever since your master uncle attained enlightenment, he has undergone a complete transformation, and his martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, as if he has entered another realm."

"However, this is what he deserves. He has been diligently cultivating himself for decades without ever slacking off. Now that his talent is beginning to show, it is simply a natural progression."

As they finished speaking, their figures gradually disappeared into the vast night.

Wudang Mountain, Tianzhu Peak.

Lin Daochen stood alone on the edge of the cliff, his hands behind his back, quietly watching the sea of ​​clouds surge.

Below, sheer cliffs rise thousands of feet, jagged rocks scattered about; before us, verdant peaks rise in layers, mist rising from them. The ever-changing clouds seem to breathe the very earth, following their own rhythm.

He gazed at the wisps of white mist rising, his mind gradually merging with nature.

[By observing the ever-changing clouds and mist, you suddenly comprehended the workings of the universe, and created the unparalleled lightness skill—the Soaring Cloud Step.]

A system notification appeared, but Lin Daochen remained unmoved, still standing in place, comprehending the trajectory of spiritual energy flowing through his meridians.

suddenly--

A mournful cry of a crane echoed from high above!

His eyes flashed, and he looked up to see a snow-white figure plummeting rapidly from the heavens, its wings stained with blood—it was a white crane severely wounded by an arrow.

"You're lucky to be alive."

With a thought, true energy surged forth, and with a light touch of the toes, the whole person rose into the air like a fleeting shadow, as if riding the wind, and instantly met the enemy.

The first move, Hunyuan Tai Chi - Grasping the Sparrow's Tail, uses soft, flowing energy to completely neutralize the downward momentum and gently embrace the white crane.

After landing, he carried the crane straight into the library, where he administered acupuncture and medicine. He stayed up for seven days without sleep and finally pulled the crane back from the brink of death.

When the white crane recovered from its injury and was ready to fly away, it refused to leave, circling around him and calling softly, as if it possessed a spirit.

Lin Daochen smiled and didn't insist, letting it stay by his side as a spirit pet.

As for the newly created "Soaring Cloud Steps," he generously taught them all to Song Yuanqiao and others.

……

The border area between the Yuan and Ming dynasties, on the Yuan side.

There is a formidable pass called Lianshan Pass, which is the vital passage leading to the Ming Dynasty.

A few days ago, a person arrived under the moon, his aura as deep as an abyss, shaking all directions.

It was none other than Meng Chixing, the number one expert of the Great Yuan Dynasty and the universally acknowledged grandmaster of the martial arts world.

He stopped here, waiting for just one person.

The person they were waiting for was Zhang Sanfeng.

What was the matter? Naturally, it was because of the humiliation suffered by the Prince of Ruyang.

Although the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment timely repaired the tendons and bones, saving the life of Prince Ruyang, how could such a great humiliation be left unresolved?

The Great Yuan Khan personally ordered Meng Chixing to take action and restore face for the court.

Too lazy to hunt him down across the land, Meng Chixing decided to declare war in the most arrogant way possible—

He issued a challenge at Lianshan Pass, ordering the Yuan army to issue a proclamation widely, spreading it throughout the land.

He was certain that Zhang Sanfeng, given his status and position, would never avoid battle.

News of this battle swept through the martial arts world like a hurricane.

Countless martial arts practitioners, hearing the news, flocked to Lianshan Pass, eager to witness it firsthand—

Between these two grandmasters, who will ultimately prevail?

He was hailed as a top expert of the Yuan Dynasty and revered by countless martial artists as the pinnacle of martial arts in the Ming Dynasty.

A duel between two unparalleled masters—who would want to miss such a momentous event that would shake the martial arts world?

This day.

Meng Chixing, who was sitting upright on the city tower of Lianshan Pass, suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing like lightning as he looked towards the distant horizon.

Two figures strode in unhurriedly—it was Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan.

Whoosh!

Upon seeing this, the defending soldiers immediately became agitated and rushed forward to surround the area.

"Step back!"

Meng Chixing let out a low shout, his voice like thunder, making everyone's eardrums ache.

How could an ordinary soldier possibly get close to two grandmasters? Such an action would only make him a laughingstock.

In the blink of an eye.

Zhang Sanfeng and his disciples have already ascended the city tower.

The crowd of martial arts heroes watching below immediately erupted in uproar.

"He's here! Master Zhang has really arrived!"

"Today has truly been an eye-opening experience, to witness firsthand the epic battle between the greatest figures of two great dynasties!"

"Who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's Zhang Zhenren!"

The speaker was a group of heroes from the Ming Dynasty, and his tone was full of certainty.

But the Yuan Dynasty was not about to accept this. Someone immediately sneered and retorted:

"The Demonic Sect Master has roamed the world undefeated; how can there be any doubt about victory or defeat?"

In an instant, the people of the North and South were locked in a heated debate, arguing fiercely.

On the city tower.

Meng Chixing stared at Zhang Sanfeng, a smile playing on his lips:

"I knew Master Zhang wouldn't avoid a fight."

"I have long admired your reputation. To be able to fight you today is truly my lifelong wish."

He accepted the challenge not only to repay the Great Yuan Dynasty for its support on his cultivation path over the years, but also because his opponent was Zhang Sanfeng. At their level, martial arts were the sole pursuit. Only by clashing with unparalleled geniuses could they possibly glimpse a sliver of opportunity for a breakthrough.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly, flicked his sleeve, and stood up.

"Since the Demonic Sect has invited me, I will gladly accept. Your name, though separated by thousands of miles, is already widely known."

After leaving the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, he took Yu Daiyan deep into the Jing Shen Peak and Cui Valley of Kunlun Mountain, where they finally found the Nine Yang Manual.

Having just left the deep mountains and entered the mortal world, he soon heard about Meng Chixing's challenge.

To this, he only replied with one word: War.

As the dignified leader of Wudang and a grandmaster of martial arts in the Ming Dynasty, how could he possibly refuse a challenge from a peer of equal strength?

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's response, Meng Chixing's smile deepened:

"Master Zhang is indeed straightforward!"

"Regardless of victory or defeat in today's battle, I guarantee in the name of the 'Demon Sect' that you can leave safely without worrying about anything beyond life and death."

"But, Lord Demon Sect."

The Lianshan Pass garrison commander beside him whispered a reminder, "The Khan has ordered that Zhang Sanfeng must be captured."

Meng Chixing's eyes flickered slightly, but his tone was as cold as ice:

"I will handle things with the Khan. You need not say anything more."

"Yes... Lord Demonic Sect."

The garrison commander fell silent and withdrew.

Meng Chixing held an extremely high position in the Yuan Dynasty, and even the current Great Khan had once been a disciple of him.

How dare a mere border general disobey?

Zhang Sanfeng was slightly surprised by this promise.

Although this person comes from the demonic path, he still possesses the demeanor of a hero.

However, in his eyes, this guarantee was merely icing on the cake.

When he truly decides to leave, who in the world can stop him from taking a single step?

Immediately, everyone on the city wall was dismissed, leaving only two people standing in the middle.

In an instant, the noise downstairs stopped abruptly.

The martial arts heroes who had been arguing just moments before now held their breath, their eyes fixed on the center of the city tower.

boom--!!!

The same moment.

Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing simultaneously activated their true energy.

In an instant

Zhang Sanfeng's robes billowed in the wind, and an immense and boundless aura surged into the sky, as if tearing the heavens apart!

Opposite him, Meng Chixing's aura surged, like a giant beast awakening from the abyss, exuding an overwhelming pressure.

Before the two even made a move, their auras clashed, and the void itself seemed to tremble!

Even more terrifying, just as their energies converged, Meng Chixing's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light!

An invisible spiritual force swept out like a tidal wave, directly attacking Zhang Sanfeng's mind!

Those gazes were so real, like a heavy hammer, repeatedly striking deep into Zhang Sanfeng's heart!

In the blink of an eye.

Zhang Sanfeng had a strange feeling—as if a voice whispered in the darkness: You will surely lose this battle.

"What a magnificent book, 'The Book of Tibetan Buddhist Wisdom,' which condenses the spirit into substance!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, his tone was as cold as frost and snow:

"Unfortunately, it's useless to this humble Taoist."

In an instant, the Pure Yang Limitless Skill within his body erupted, his eyes blazed with intense light, as if thunder were tearing through the long night, his divine will as deep as an abyss, unmoving.

Throughout his life, he had experienced countless bloody battles, and his Dao heart had long been forged into an indestructible diamond. How could he be moved by Meng Chixing's little bit of spiritual disturbance?

Meng Chixing's pupils contracted slightly. Seeing that mental pressure was ineffective, he was not annoyed but rather pleased.

If Zhang Sanfeng could be easily subdued, how could he be called the "Zhang Zhenren" revered by all under heaven?

"Good! My waiting here for so many days has not been in vain—today, you are finally the true opponent I have been waiting for!"

The sound fell and the feet moved.

With each step taken, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

In the next instant, he had already rushed to within ten feet of Zhang Sanfeng, his fist like a dragon, and he unleashed a fierce punch!

That punch had no set moves or techniques, only the domineering power to break through all laws. Wherever the fist's force reached, the void was torn open like silk, with a dark slit cut straight through it.

Even more terrifying is that this earth-shattering strike was completely silent—there was no howling wind, no surging air currents. All the power was concentrated into a single line, as if even the air itself had been utterly tamed.

A true expert's skill is evident in their every move.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression hardened slightly, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately unleashed his strongest technique—the Hunyuan Taijiquan created by Lin Daochen.

boom!!!

He drew circles with both fists, the trajectory of which was mysterious and unpredictable.

In a short while, a Tai Chi diagram seemed to slowly rotate in the void, with black and white flowing and yin and yang mutually generating each other.

When that devastating punch struck the Tai Chi phantom, it was like a giant wave crashing into a deep valley. The overwhelming force was quietly deflected, neutralized, and vanished without a trace.

"Good! Master Zhang is indeed worthy of his reputation!" Meng Chixing roared to the sky, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

With both fists raised again, the attack was like a storm, each punch stronger and more fierce than the last, and the entire section of the city wall groaned under the weight of the attack.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly, his fists moving in a smooth and unpredictable manner, responding to all changes with constancy. In his hands, Hunyuan Taiji transformed into a flowing barrier, dissolving all the frenzied attacks.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than ten blows.

The two unparalleled masters moved with the speed of ghosts. The heroes below the city wall could only see two afterimages flashing past their eyes, unable to catch their forms at all.

Their attention was already too far from keeping up with this level of competition.

Only the constantly collapsing and flying bricks made it difficult to determine where the battle was taking place.

Although the details were unclear, no one looked away for even a second.

Even a fleeting glimpse is enough to get one's blood pumping.

Such battles at the pinnacle of martial arts contain profound truths of the universe in every move, and each move is a life-or-death struggle. Even a single fragment is worth savoring for a lifetime.

On the city wall, Meng Chixing grew increasingly alarmed as the battle raged on.

He had already overestimated Zhang Sanfeng, but the reality far exceeded his expectations.

Especially the Hunyuan Tai Chi Chuan, which is smooth and flexible, with softness concealing sharpness. No matter how fierce and violent the opponent's punches are, they can be easily neutralized by a gentle touch.

And once they counterattack, they can always precisely cut into the gaps in his moves, forcing him to retreat and defend.

"If this continues, defeat is inevitable."

Meng Chixing's mind raced, and his fighting spirit suddenly surged to its peak.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he abruptly withdrew his stance, saying in a deep voice:

"Master Zhang, this drawn-out fight is boring. How about we settle the matter with one decisive move!"

After speaking, he leaned slightly forward, his arms rotating inward as if embracing the sun and moon.

Boom!!!

A terrifying, spiraling column of energy burst forth from his palm, carrying the force of a landslide and a tsunami, heading straight for Zhang Sanfeng's face.

This is the culmination of a lifetime's work, its power so great that it can destroy cities and walls!