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

The disastrous defeat in the thesis section not only failed to suppress Wudang, but also allowed Zhang Songxi to achieve legendary status in one battle, thoroughly humiliating the Zhengyi and Quanzhen sects. The other sects below were seething with hatred, yet powerless to do anything about it.

After a hasty conclusion, the discussion session came to an end.

Next up—the martial arts competition is about to begin.

To be honest, everyone is more looking forward to this real, hard-fought battle than to the heated debates over academic papers.

After all, this is a world where martial arts reign supreme.

No matter how well you reason things out, if your fists aren't strong enough, you'll still be trampled underfoot.

Those who cultivate Taoism emphasize tranquility and inaction? That's just deceiving outsiders.

Competing for believers, for incense offerings, for territory—which of these doesn't require strength to speak for itself?

With Buddhism pressing in and Taoism fighting amongst themselves, without formidable martial power, they can't even defend their own sects, let alone talk about spreading the Tao and saving the world.

In this world of martial arts, fists are the ultimate path.

The Nine Pecks of Rice Sect, one of the three major Daoist sects of the Liyang Dynasty, serves as a bloody lesson from the past—without real strength, it couldn't even defend its mountain gate, and its lineage had long been severed, leaving only an empty name.

Therefore, this "martial arts debate" is never as simple as a friendly exchange. It is a battlefield where various martial arts schools flex their muscles and compete for status; whoever has the strongest fist has the loudest voice.

As the Wudang people had predicted, the Zhengyi sect immediately launched an attack as soon as the martial arts competition began.

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe leaped into the air and stepped into the arena, his robes fluttering. His gaze fixed on the Wudang camp, he proclaimed loudly, "Esteemed second-generation disciples of Wudang! Your esteemed patriarch, Dao Chen Zhenren, possesses unparalleled martial arts, dominating the present generation. His illustrious achievements have brought him to the pinnacle of our Taoist sect! Sanfeng Zhenren's reputation is also thunderous; among those of equal skill, none dare to challenge his might!"

"With such personal instruction from a grandmaster, you second-generation disciples must also possess unparalleled combat prowess. I, though unworthy, humbly request some guidance and hope you will enlighten me!"

These words sounded polite, but they actually contained a hidden veil of sarcasm. While he was praising Dao Chen and Sanfeng, he was actually stirring up hatred—inciting jealousy among other Daoist sects; once the Zhengyi sect suppressed Wudang, it would only make them appear to have stronger methods and ruthless suppression.

The moment this person appeared, the entire audience became excited.

He was a grandmaster of the Shangqing School, renowned within the Taoist community, and even in the broader martial arts world, he was considered a powerful figure with unfathomable strength. The Shangqing School was one of the eight major branches of the Zhengyi School.

Everyone can see it clearly: if the paper couldn't suppress Wudang, then let's try a different approach—let's see who has the real skill in martial arts.

Once Wudang is crushed on the stage, the glory they gained in literary discussions will become nothing but a rootless duckweed, not worth mentioning.

In this world where martial prowess reigns supreme, might makes right.

"Master, I'll go." Yu Lianzhou stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

He had already reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm, only half a step away from becoming a terrestrial immortal, and considered himself invincible among those of the same realm.

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was about to nod, Zhang Cuishan suddenly spoke up: "Master, Second Senior Brother, let me go. I've heard that the Shangqing Sect specializes in talismans, and I happen to have some knowledge of them. Why not take this opportunity to verify my understanding with this fellow Daoist?"

A slight smile played on his lips, his eyes radiating confidence: "Don't worry, I won't bring shame to Wudang."

Although he had spent more than a decade abroad, his exceptional talent allowed him to make rapid progress in his cultivation after returning to the mountain, making him a completely different person from before.

Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Lianzhou exchanged a glance, but neither of them stopped them.

The next instant, Zhang Cuishan lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure soaring like a crane into the sky, walking on air, light as a cloud, and in the blink of an eye, he landed in the center of the field.

This display of lightness skill astonished everyone present.

"This...is this the 'Soaring Cloud Steps' created by Dao Chen Zhenren? Truly a divine skill!"

It is widely known in the martial arts world that almost all of Wudang's most prestigious martial arts techniques originated from Dao Chen Zhenren, and each one is a top-tier martial art, unparalleled in the world.

"Zhang Cuishan of Wudang, please enlighten me, fellow Daoist." He lightly raised the judge's pen in his hand, his demeanor calm and composed.

Back then, he was known in the martial arts world as "Silver Hook Iron Stroke". In addition to the judge's pen, he also had a rotten silver tiger head hook. However, since embarking on the path of integrating martial arts and talismanic arts, he abandoned the hook and focused on cultivating the true meaning of the brushstroke.

The Zhengyi sect had long ago secretly planned to join forces to suppress Wudang. The Shangqing sect's grandmaster, without further ado, delivered his killing blow the instant the ceremony ended!

According to the investigation by the Zhengyi sect, among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, apart from Yu Lianzhou, the other six had only just entered the Grandmaster realm. He, however, had immersed himself in this realm for many years, possessing profound knowledge and experience, and initially believed victory was assured.

More importantly—he doesn't want to win, he wants to crush them!

The first strike must force Zhang Cuishan to his knees, severely crippling Wudang's morale!

With a flick of his sleeve, countless talismans shot out, rapidly arranging themselves in the air to form a profound array that instantly sealed the heavens and earth!

The terrifying suppressive force crashed down, the void trembled, the air surged, and the rune light was like a blade, tearing through the air!

Facing this all-out attack, Zhang Cuishan remained unfazed, his eyes flashing with a sharp light as he instantly saw through the talisman array's trajectory. His judge's pen flew through the air, writing swiftly—

With a single stroke, a pattern was formed, and true essence condensed into a talisman. Suddenly, a talisman formed from internal force appeared in the void!

A single talisman, yet it carried the power to tear through the sky, far surpassing the talisman arrays piled up by the Shangqing Sect.

boom!

In an instant, Zhang Cuishan's talisman exploded like thunder, crushing the talisman array with a deafening roar. Its remaining force did not diminish and struck the Grandmaster of Shangqing directly in the chest.

Dengdengdeng-

The old Taoist priest staggered back more than ten steps before his back slammed hard against a stone pillar, barely managing to regain his balance.

Looking down, he saw that his Taoist robe was already torn, and a burn mark was clearly imprinted on his chest. The talisman was still there, and the remnants of true energy were still flowing between his skin and flesh. He felt a chill run down his spine—if his opponent hadn't withdrawn his strength, his internal organs would have been shattered by now.

Although he came to suppress Wu Dang, this old Taoist was a man of principle. He immediately cupped his hands and admitted defeat: "Zhang Wuxia's skill is superior. This humble Taoist concedes defeat."

He paused, then couldn't help but sigh, "The Five Heroes' talismanic arts are exquisite, originating from the same source as my Shangqing sect, yet they are not bound by convention. It's truly astonishing. I wonder from whose school did they learn such talismanic arts?"

He was deeply shocked. His Shangqing sect had specialized in talismans for hundreds of years, yet today their techniques had been broken by a single person from Wudang using a talisman. How could he not be astonished?

"It was taught by my senior master, Dao Chen Zhenren," Zhang Cuishan replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest was filled with awe: "Master Dao Chen, you are truly a genius of our time!"

Even though the Zhengyi sect intended to suppress Wudang, he was still convinced by Lin Daochen.

Outside the arena, an uproar erupted, with countless voices rising:

"It's Dao Chen Zhenren again? Just how many secret techniques does this guy know?"

"With such a person in Wudang, how can it not prosper!"

With the Shangqing School withdrawing, the Lingbao, Shenxiao, and Jingming Schools all sent people to challenge them, but all of them were defeated by the talisman without exception.

Cheers surged like a tide, and the entire venue was filled with praise for Wudang.

The most discussed topic was still the Dao Chen Zhenren, who had never appeared—possessing unparalleled supernatural powers, yet always remaining hidden behind the mountain gate, making him a figure of great fascination.

At this moment, Longhushan could no longer sit still.

As the organizer of the conference, and the mastermind behind this siege of Wudang, how could they tolerate seeing Wudang disciples defeating many heroes and gaining such high prestige?

whoosh-

A gray shadow streaked out from the Dragon-Tiger camp, landing silently with an aura as deep as an abyss.

It was none other than Zhao Xiyi, one of the Four Celestial Masters of Dragon and Tiger!

The entire room fell silent.

This man has a special identity—he is the father of Zhao Danxia, ​​the current leader of the Wudang sect, and in terms of seniority, he is a generation higher than the Seven Heroes of Wudang. It would be rather undignified for him to personally engage in battle against Zhang Cuishan.

But what Longhushan depicts is not "fairness," but "suppression."

Zhao Xiyi is the strongest fighter in the Dragon Tiger Sect. He has been a Grandmaster for many years and has studied the secret "Jade Emperor Tower Heart Method". His combat power is unparalleled among his peers.

If they're going to win, they're going to win decisively, to let the world know: the Wudang myth is nothing but a flick of the finger.

Moreover, it makes sense according to the rules—those at the same cultivation level are all Grandmasters. Although their seniority is high, it does not violate the agreement to compete.

Saving face is a small matter; the bigger picture is more important.

"Uncle Zhang," Wang Chonglou said with a furrowed brow, "Zhao Xiyi is a well-known martial arts fanatic with terrifying strength. Junior Brother Zhang has fought many battles and his true energy is already depleted. It is not advisable for him to fight head-on."

He was a top-tier grandmaster with a keen eye, able to see at a glance that the balance of power had already shifted.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression hardened slightly, and he immediately whispered, "Second brother, take him off the court."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Lianzhou had already leaped up, his clothes fluttering, and landed in the arena.

"Fifth brother, you've fought enough. Leave this one to me."

Zhang Cuishan was already feeling unwell, and upon hearing of Zhao Xiyi's fearsome reputation, he did not hesitate to clasp his hands in a fist salute and leave the stage.

"Yu Lianzhou of Wudang, please enlighten me."

He stood in the wind, his gaze sharp as a sword, staring straight ahead.

Zhao Xiyi squinted and sized him up: "I've long heard that the Second Master Yu is firmly seated at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, rarely encountering an opponent. Today is a good day to test his strength."

After speaking, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, appearing composed.

But the next moment.

boom!!!

With a surge of his palm, a profound and unpredictable force erupted. As he thrust out his palm, a violent palm wind, like a raging sea, hurtled straight at Yu Lianzhou's face.

The void trembled, and the phantom of a majestic ancient building suddenly appeared on the palm strike, its golden light shimmering and its aura overwhelming.

Everyone's pupils contracted, and they understood immediately—Zhao Xiyi had actually mastered the Dragon Tiger Mountain's ultimate martial art, "Jade Emperor Tower," to near perfection!

Faced with such power, Yu Lianzhou remained unmoved, his eyes cold and stern, and he suddenly unleashed his right fist!

boom--!!!

The black and white energies merged into a rainbow, and the force of the fist tore through the air, without dodging or avoiding, directly colliding with the phantom of the ancient building.

Hunyuan Tai Chi Chuan!

Lin Daochen's supreme fist technique was unleashed by Yu Lianzhou with a violent and thunderous force, its fist intent sweeping across all directions.

boom! ! !

With a loud bang, the two enormous forces collided and disintegrated, creating a shockwave that cracked the ground.

Yu Lianzhou stood firmly in place, his robes fluttering slightly; Zhao Xiyi, however, took two steps back, the stone slab beneath his feet shattering inch by inch.

The initial outcome was clear – in the first exchange, Zhao Xiyi was at a disadvantage!

"How is that possible?"

Not only was Zhao Xiyi shocked, but the onlookers were also in an uproar.

Yu Lianzhou is so young, and he entered the Grandmaster realm many years later than Zhao Xiyi. How could his internal strength be so profound?

Little did they know that Yu Lianzhou's "Hun Yuan Tai Chi Gong" was far superior to "Yu Huang Lou," and he had also taken a century-old elixir personally bestowed by Lin Daochen, which had completely transformed his foundation.

With each side gaining and losing, what's so surprising about the victor?

Before the smoke from the battle had cleared, Yu Lianzhou flashed forward like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, his fists swirling once more!

Before the fist even landed, the force arrived first. That domineering and oppressive feeling pressed directly against the skin, as if a knife were scraping the bone.

Zhao Xiyi dared not be careless. He frantically circulated the true energy of the Jade Emperor Tower within his body, formed hand seals, and unleashed the Dragon Tiger Secret Technique with all his might.

In an instant, the battle was fully ignited!