Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

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The bed was riddled with holes by flying pebbles. I guessed that the eunuch had already retreated to a corner, using his internal energy to protect himself, and the look of horror on his face grew deeper and deeper.

Although he knew that Shi Zhuo's martial arts were extremely high and unfathomable, he never expected them to be this high!

What shocked him even more was that Li Fu, at such a young age, was able to fight Shi Zhuo to a standstill, and even... gain the upper hand?!

The mere sight of the two of them was enough to make even the most skilled martial artists in the world unable to stand still beside them.

Liu Mianfeng was deeply shocked.

He was confident that he had mastered the essence of his family's deadly sword technique and was virtually unmatched in the martial arts world.

But now, witnessing this battle, he realized that there are always higher levels to reach. The power and subtlety contained in the two men's every move far exceeded his imagination.

Especially Li Fu, whose martial arts skills are so high that they are simply unfathomable!

In the midst of the fierce battle, Li Fu spoke up: "It seems that what you took from Shaolin back then was not just the Arhat Sutra."

Shi Zhuo snorted coldly, effortlessly displaying all sorts of Shaolin martial arts techniques, including fists, palms, legs, and fingers, launching an attack like a storm.

"The bald monks of Shaolin are full of Buddhist doctrines. They say that the study of advanced martial arts requires a matching level of Buddhist cultivation. Without the corresponding Buddhist realm, they cannot be taught superior martial arts."

hypocritical!

How many truly eminent monks and virtuous masters are there in the entire temple?

Which one of them isn't a hypocrite, spouting Buddhist and bodhisattva tales while harboring worldly desires and not being pure of the six senses? Some even have concubines and children in the mountains.

They can learn it, but I can't?

I am clearly exceptionally talented, but because I have only been in the temple for a short time, they are not at ease with me. Using my Buddhist cultivation as an excuse, they refuse to teach me advanced martial arts, fearing that they will not be able to control me in the future.

Why wasn't it passed down when I was young?

When will it be released?

"Wait until I'm in my forties or fifties?"

As he spoke, his moves became even more ferocious and ruthless. With the strength of a Vajra, he forced Li Fu back half a step with a single punch and continued.

"Fortunately, Shi found this Arhat Sutra among the relics of a high monk from the Western Regions in the Zen Pagoda behind Shaolin Temple, and cultivated his martial arts skills on his own."

Before leaving Shaolin, I sneaked into the Sutra Repository at night and took away more than a dozen of the martial arts techniques that caught my eye—what could Shaolin do to me?

A hint of arrogance and resentment flashed in his eyes.

"My divine skills have been perfected, and I will soon emerge from seclusion to establish my own sect!"

Based on these martial arts, I will establish a sect belonging to Shi Zhuo!

My disciples don't need to study any damn Buddhist scriptures to learn advanced martial arts!

"Given time, I will surely trample Shaolin under my feet!"

"I don't know who is right and who is wrong between Shaolin and you."

However, you definitely won't have that chance.

Li Fu's voice was icy, and his hands moved swiftly.

This Shi Zhuo was indeed the most skilled master he had ever encountered in his life. In the past, he had met masters who had been famous for decades, such as Elder Tianpeng, but they would probably be defeated after only a few moves against him.

The Arhat Sutra he practiced combined internal and external cultivation, and it was indeed a peerless and unparalleled skill. In terms of internal cultivation, its power was almost on par with the Yi Jin Jing, and it also combined the path of external cultivation.

Shi Zhuo mastered this scripture to a high level, possessing profound internal strength. His body was also incredibly strong, impervious to swords and spears, and capable of throwing a cauldron.

But Li was confident that he could still win.

He suddenly changed his moves, using the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, his palm force drawing and pulling, deflecting Shi Zhuo's Prajna Palm to one side, and then unleashing a fierce downward strike from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Shi Zhuo had no time to dodge and took the hit head-on with his shoulder!

clang!

Like Zhongjin Iron!

Shi Zhuo lowered his body, the bricks beneath his feet shattered, his monk's robe on his shoulder tore, revealing skin brimming with golden energy, leaving only a faint red mark.

He threw a backhand punch at Li Fu's lower abdomen.

"The Vajra Slays Demons!"

"A three-foot-high wall of air!"

Li Fu's protective true qi flowed naturally, and the three-foot qi wall unique to him after mastering the Yi Jin Jing suddenly activated. The invisible qi wall, formed by a century of accumulated skill, was tough and solid, almost tangible.

Shi Zhuo's punch, which seemed capable of shaking mountains and splitting the earth, slammed into the air wall with a muffled thud, as if it had truly struck a wall of copper and iron.

The force of the punch was completely dissipated, and even from several feet away, it failed to touch Li Fu's clothes.

Li Fu waved his palm, unleashing a powerful strike that lunged straight for vital points, while his protective qi barrier moved in unison, showing no signs of weakening!

"What?!"

Shi Zhuo's expression changed for the first time. He discovered that Li Fu's internal strength was actually deeper than his own when they fought. However, he remained calm because he had mastered the Arhat Golden Body and was confident that he would win.

But they never expected that their opponent would have a unique protective aura.

With the self-generated true qi of the Nine Yangs Great Completion protecting his body, combined with the three-foot qi wall of the Yi Jin Jing, Li Fu's defensive capabilities are unparalleled in the martial arts world.

The two figures flashed and continued their fierce battle in the flower hall.

Li Fu skillfully deflected the opponent's fierce attacks with the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, or used the Dragon Subduing Palm to meet them head-on, or used the Dragon Claw Hand to seize and strike pressure points.

Shi Zhuo then pushed the Arhat Sutra to its peak, his body faintly glowing with a pale golden light, his fists and feet becoming even more powerful, and with the aid of various Shaolin techniques, his attacks were like a whirlwind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sounds of clashing energies were continuous, like muffled thunder rolling.

The flower hall could no longer hold on; a main beam snapped, roof tiles fell in a flurry, and dust filled the air.

The ground was already full of potholes, and not a single intact blue brick could be found.

Even though the father-in-law and Liu Mianfeng had already been cornered, they could still feel the chilling force and power of the wind.

The remaining guards and maids in the mansion hid far away, terrified and pale as death.

Shi Zhuo possessed immense internal strength and was invincible in physical training, believing that he had few rivals in the world.

But Li Fu before me possessed an inner strength far surpassing my own, and his moves were exquisite, combining both strength and gentleness, making them unpredictable.

Despite his own Arhat Sutra and various Shaolin skills, he gained no advantage whatsoever. Instead, he was forced into a disadvantageous position by the opponent's strange teleportation and powerful palm strikes.

Moreover, although his Arhat Golden Body was impervious to swords and spears and could not be harmed by water or fire, the opponent's three-foot-high aura wall was even more helpless.

Separated by a three-foot-wide barrier, it felt like an insurmountable distance; he couldn't even touch the hem of the other's clothes.

Li Fuchun's profound inner energy was inexhaustible. With a century of accumulated skill, the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was unleashed to its fullest extent, becoming unstoppable.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth technique accumulates power, unleashing a torrent of palm strikes.

After more than thirty moves, the two exchanged blows with fists and palms, creating a howling wind that further ravaged the already dilapidated flower hall.

The beams and pillars collapsed, and bricks and stones flew everywhere, creating a horrifying scene.

At first, Shi Zhuo was able to barely withstand Li Fu's attacks by relying on the power of the Arhat Sutra and the unparalleled Shaolin skills.

However, as the number of moves they exchanged increased, Shi Zhuo became increasingly alarmed. He discovered that his opponent's internal energy seemed inexhaustible and as vast as the sea.

With each strike, the force not only did not diminish, but subtly increased, as if gathering momentum to unleash its full power!

Even more terrifying is that the opponent's extraordinary skill can subtly shift and accumulate some of the force he has used to attack!

It felt as if I were fighting against a volcano that was constantly gathering strength and about to erupt!

Shi Zhuo was shaken, feeling that Li Fu, who had attacked him, was unfathomable.

Although he is still fighting Li Fu, he has a feeling that he has already lost, but has not yet fallen, but is still in the process of losing.

The opponent didn't unleash any powerful attacks or unleash any true energy; he simply made his moves calmly, yet they were like a mountain collapsing, relentlessly crushing him and forcing him to retreat step by step.

Compared to Shi Zhuo's shock, Li Fu remained calm and composed, his century-old Yi Jin Jing power flowing freely and endlessly within his body.

His moves appear simple, whether they are palm strikes, finger strikes, grabs, or flicks, but they all contain immense, unstoppable power and unpredictable variations.

When they had moved nearly forty moves, Li Fu unleashed a powerful strike called "Kanglong Youhui".

This palm strike lacked the previous swiftness and ferocity; the force of the strike even appeared somewhat slow and heavy.

Shi Zhuo's expression changed drastically. As the opponent's palm strike advanced and the energy spread, an invisible yet immense pressure descended upon him, locking down all his space to dodge!

What made him even more uneasy was that this palm strike seemed to contain some of the force that had been diverted and accumulated by his opponent using that extraordinary skill during their previous palm strikes!

There's no way to avoid it!

Shi Zhuo roared and pushed the Arhat Sutra to its peak. His body shone with a faint golden light, and his skin faintly glowed with golden light. He then unleashed the Prajna Palm with all his might to defend.

"boom!"

The two palms clashed, and the earth shattered!

Shi Zhuo felt a powerful palm force surging towards him, like a tidal wave crashing down on him!

The moment his own Prajna Palm Force made contact with it, most of it was instantly blasted away. The remaining palm force slammed solidly into his palm and surged wildly into his arm meridians!

Thump, thump, thump!

Shi Zhuo grunted, his tall body uncontrollably taking three steps back, each step leaving a footprint about an inch deep on the blue brick ground, causing the bricks to shatter!

His entire left arm was sore, numb, and painful, his blood was churning, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat. He forced down his blood pressure.

Before he could even catch his breath, Li Fu's second palm strike arrived. It was the same move, "Regretful Dragon Soaring," but the palm strike was three times faster and the power seemed even more concentrated!

"The wrathful Vajra!"

Shi Zhuo gritted his teeth, unwilling to give up, and unleashed a powerful Vajra Fist, the wind howling as he tried to use offense as defense.

boom!

Fist and palm strike again!

This time, Shi Zhuo retreated even further, staggering back five steps.

His fists throbbed with pain, as if they were about to shatter. His chest felt tight, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth. He clenched his teeth tightly, but blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.

Li Fu pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a flurry of attacks, delivering the third, fourth, and fifth palm strikes in quick succession!

Each palm strike is like a dragon that has reached its zenith, yet each strike is as fierce as a raging thunderstorm and as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down. The accumulated power of each strike is stronger than the last.

What's even more terrifying is that each palm strike incorporates the residual force of the previous strikes and the rebounding power accumulated from the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, like crashing waves, relentless and giving Shi Zhuo no chance to catch his breath!

Shi Zhuo was filled with utter shock!

He had never encountered such terrifying and unreasonable martial arts skills!

The opponent's skill seemed unfathomable, and his moves were subtle and intricate. He could not only accumulate his own strength, but also had a unique ability to shift and accumulate the enemy's strength to resist or counterattack.

Every exchange makes the opponent's next strike even stronger!

"It can't even be blocked!"

But if we don't stop them, are we just going to wait to die?

"This is outrageous!"

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Four palm strikes in succession!

Feeling utterly frustrated, Shi Zhuo was like a small boat in a raging storm, being tossed about and forced to retreat.

He had already pushed the protective golden body of the Arhat Sutra to its limit, and a faint golden aura emanated from his skin, making him look just like a golden Arhat in a Buddhist temple.

It was no use.

Now, under Li Fu's control, even a golden Arhat must bow his head!

Under the relentless and powerful Dragon Subduing Palm strikes, each blow heavier than the last, Shi Zhuo's invulnerable Arhat body, impervious to blades and spears and fire and water, trembled violently, its golden energy flickering erratically.

Each clash sent his blood surging and his internal organs trembling.

His tiger's mouth was already split open, and the sleeves of his arms were torn to shreds, revealing his muscular arms covered with bruises.

He stepped into the ground, creating one deep pit after another with each step he took.

Finally, with the fifth strike of "Regretful Dragon," Shi Zhuo could no longer withstand it!

This palm strike had been building up for a long time, and its power was so immense that it was truly earth-shattering!

Shi Zhuo hurriedly used both arms to block, putting all his strength into it.

Boom! ...

They collided solidly!

This time, the sound was earth-shattering!

The violent energy emanated from the two of them, exploding outwards like a tangible ring of air, carrying fragments of stone and wood, shooting outwards like a powerful crossbow bolt.

"puff--!"

A terrifying palm strike shattered his arms, piercing straight in and landing solidly on his chest.

A large mouthful of blood gushed out of Shi Zhuo's mouth like a fountain, filling the air with a mist of blood!

He was sent flying backward like a meteor falling to earth, blasted by the overwhelming force of the palm strike. With a deafening roar, he crashed through several beams and pillars, and collapsed a corner of the flower hall.

Bricks and stones rained down, burying most of his body.

Amidst the blast of air and the fierce wind, the already ravaged flower hall was shattered, with tables, chairs, vases, and windows breaking, smashing, and flying everywhere!

Even though the eunuch and Liu Mianfeng, who were hiding in a corner at a distance, were prepared and used their internal energy to resist, they were still shaken by the extremely violent aftershock and staggered backward. Their backs hit the wall hard before they stopped their retreat.

Both of them felt their blood surging and their ears ringing.

They stared in horror at the scene.

Li Fu stood there, imposing and dignified, his presence as deep and unwavering as a mountain.

Shi Zhuo, who had just been majestic and awe-inspiring like a golden Arhat descended to earth, was now half-buried in the bricks and stones, coughing up blood and looking extremely miserable.

"This...this kind of power, is it really possible for a human to unleash it?!"

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel rolled around.

Li Fu slowly withdrew his palms, stood still, his green robe fluttering slightly, and his breath was long and deep, as if the earth-shattering five-palm combo had not consumed much of his strength.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a strong arm brushed away the bricks and stones pressing down on him, revealing a disheveled figure.

Shi Zhuo struggled to prop himself up from the pile of bricks and stones, spitting out another mouthful of blood. His monk's robe was torn to shreds, revealing his bare chest.

Right in the center of his chest was a clear palm print, half an inch deep, with the skin and flesh turned inside out, showing a mixture of blue, black and purple-red colors, and even the broken tendons and bones under the skin could be seen!

The monk's robe covering his entire upper body was completely shattered and torn apart by the violent force of the last palm strike!

"Cough cough...you...!"

Shi Zhuo looked up and stared intently at Li Fu, as if he were looking at a monster, with a hint of fear in his eyes.