All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 130 As everyone knows, the Seventy-Two Arts are already commonplace.

But just then, Zhang Cheng suddenly roared. "Roar—!" The sound was like a thunderclap, or the roar of a lion, which made the entire square tremble slightly.

The Buddhist Lion's Roar! It's important to know that Li Qiushui and Wuyazi had also collected copies of the manuals for the seventy-two Shaolin arts, and Zhang Cheng also knew the Lesser Formless Skill. Therefore, he could also use these seventy-two arts.

Kumārajīva was concentrating on listening to the sound and pinpointing its location in order to control his sword energy to counter the invisible flying sword when he was hit by the roar and his body froze.

His ears were ringing, his mind went blank, and even the flame blade energy he was controlling lost its aim and flew wildly in the air.

The bystanders were caught in the crossfire, covering their ears and looking pained.

Fortunately, Zhang Cheng controlled his internal energy, directing all the sound waves towards Kumārajīva. The people on the periphery only felt dizzy, had a tightness in their chest, and felt nauseous. At least they were not seriously injured.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Cheng unleashed his One-Finger Divine Skill. Empowered by the [Qi-Breaking Force], his finger strike moved with unparalleled ease, easily breaching Kumārajīva's protective qi and precisely striking the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.

Kumārajīva's body stiffened, and his movements became extremely difficult, as if he were dragging a thousand-pound weight with every step.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. Their internal energy cultivation levels were clearly similar, so how could his opponent have broken through his protective aura so silently?

Fortunately, the force sealing the acupoints was relatively weak. Although startled, Kumārajīva remained calm and immediately channeled his internal energy, urging the true qi within his dantian to attack the sealed acupoints.

The true energy surged and filled his body, actually forcing out the One-Finger Divine Power that Zhang Cheng had left inside him.

Zhang Cheng, who was walking slowly towards him, heard the sound of something cutting through the air. He dodged to the side, and the force of his One-Finger Divine Skill, which flew out backward, hit the ground, leaving a hole about the thickness of a finger.

"The Imperial Advisor is truly stubborn and a real headache."

Just as Zhang Cheng thought the battle would continue and began to reposition the two flying swords hovering in mid-air, Kumārajīva, who had regained his mobility, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Kumārajīva staggered and could no longer stand. He knelt on one knee, clutching his chest and panting heavily.

With each gasp, his body trembled involuntarily, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with horror and confusion.

"What's going on? What's wrong with me?" The overwhelming internal force he had just exerted when he forcefully opened his acupoints had dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, replaced by excruciating pain throughout his limbs, as if he were being stabbed by thousands of tiny needles at the same time.

The onlookers, unaware of what had happened, assumed that the arrogant Tibetan national teacher had been seriously injured by a single finger strike from the armored Song general.

Many Shaolin monks looked surprised and whispered among themselves, both shocked by Zhang Cheng's high level of martial arts and puzzled by Kumārajīva's sudden defeat.

Zhang Cheng frowned slightly as he looked at Kumārajīva's appearance. He dispersed the flying sword in the air and said in a deep voice, "It seems I was wrong earlier. The Grand Preceptor is now in a state of demonic possession, his illness is terminal."

"Nonsense!" Kumārajīva's face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot, yet he still stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

"This humble monk has clearly deciphered the secret of the Yi Jin Jing, which no one else can practice, and my cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, progressing a thousand miles a day! How can there be any talk of qi deviation or demonic possession?"

As he spoke, he forced himself to stand up, intending to attack again. But as soon as he gathered his inner strength, a tearing pain shot through his dantian, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Zhang Cheng slowly approached, looking at him calmly. "With the wisdom of the Imperial Advisor, having come to this point, are you still going to remain stubbornly deluded?"

Kumārajīva was trembling all over, and even standing became difficult. With his unparalleled cultivation, it would not have been difficult for him to look inward and perceive his own condition.

Unfortunately, while the Divine Foot Sutra transformed the pain, it also subtly alleviated the physical injuries. With the pain gone and the injuries concealed, he was never able to detect the hidden wounds within his body.

In addition, his internal strength increased day by day, and he had never encountered an opponent who required him to go all out, which is why he had never been vigilant.

He had just forcefully channeled his internal energy to attack the sealed acupoints, finally breaking the already fragile balance. As a result of the chain reaction, he is now even unable to move.

Zhang Cheng said no more, stepped forward, grabbed Kumārajīva's shoulder, and probed into his body with his internal energy to check his condition.

Even though Zhang Cheng was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel a chill upon hearing this.

The wounds in Kumārajīva's body that had been alleviated by the "Divine Foot Sutra" had now all cracked open, and almost no part of his meridians was intact.

The surging internal energy seeped in from the ruptured meridians, rampaging through his body and causing continuous damage.

If left unattended, this Tibetan national teacher would die within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, his meridians shattered and his internal organs broken.

Zhang Cheng raised his hand towards Li Qiushui, who was watching the battle: "Sister Li, give me a bottle of nourishing pills."

Upon hearing this, Li Qiushui took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and tossed it over.

Zhang Cheng caught the bottle, uncorked it, poured out a few pills and put them into Kumārajīva's mouth. At the same time, he activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art to restrain and absorb the chaotic true energy within the other's body.

The old woman, Tong Lao, caught a glimpse of the porcelain bottle Li Qiushui had tossed aside, raised an eyebrow, and turned to Li Qiushui, saying, "Isn't that the medicine you just mixed?"

Li Qiushui had previously used Zhang Cheng's flesh and blood as a guide, supplemented with various rare medicinal herbs, to concoct a new medicine aimed at quickly replenishing qi and blood and stabilizing vital energy. Tong Lao was also an expert in alchemy, so Li Qiushui often discussed pharmacology with her.

The bottle we just saw was the finished product, and some of the auxiliary ingredients were quite rare. It took the efforts of the Western Xia stronghold to gather them all.

The drug's efficacy was confirmed through testing on several Western Xia spies, showing remarkable effects in replenishing qi and blood, and prolonging life. However, based on pharmacological analysis and feedback from the test subjects, it seemed to have some embarrassing side effects.

Li Qiushui didn't care at all and smiled, "What does it matter? It won't kill anyone. It's just that there will be some pent-up anger and blood stasis afterward. Just consider it as venting your anger for your senior sister and teaching this little monk a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Tong Lao snorted coldly: "Then who was it that led to my being surrounded and almost losing my life by this little monk?" She reached out and pinched Li Qiushui's waist.

Li Qiushui dared not resist with all her might. Her waist was being pinched, and she groaned in pain, pleading for mercy, "Of course it's my fault. But didn't you benefit from this misfortune, Senior Sister—" At the end, her eyes flickered, and she added in a suggestive voice, "Did you meet a perfect match?"

These words immediately drew Tong Lao's angry glare, and she tightened her grip, pinching Li Qiushui until she grimaced and begged for mercy before finally stopping.

The two of them were engaged in a fierce battle, and the disciples of Lingjiu Palace, the cave master, and the island master all lowered their heads, keeping their eyes down and not daring to glance in their direction for fear of getting into trouble.

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