Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Kumārajīva had heard of the name Yu Zhenzi, known in the martial arts world as the Lustful Immortal, whose reputation was comparable to that of Yun Zhonghe.

"Amitabha Buddha, since you are a retainer of the Prince of Pingxi's mansion, this humble monk will now learn from your superior skills."

Yu Zhenzi flicked the golden whisk in his hand, glancing subtly at Qin Han below the stage.

Wu Yingxiong originally wanted him to hide so that he could deal with Qin Han, but after seeing what Qin Han had shown in the hall, he knew that going up there would be nothing short of suicide.

Dealing with this Tibetan monk now is just right.

Prince Zongzan and Wu Yingxiong had little to do with each other, yet they started shouting loudly from above.

"Imperial Advisor, stop wasting words with him and knock this old Taoist priest off the stage!"

Wu Yingxiong's face darkened. He had originally intended to use Yu Zhenzi as a trump card, but now he was forced to reveal it to the enemy ahead of time.

"Master Yuzhenzi, there's no need to hold back."

Yu Zhenzi nodded slightly. It wasn't like he hadn't seen Shaolin martial arts before; he had just felt that something was off about the other party's Shaolin martial arts.

Just as he was thinking this, Kumārajīva moved slightly and launched the first attack.

He pointed forward with two fingers of his right hand together, and the true energy at his fingertips transformed into an invisible force that went straight for Yu Zhenzi's chest.

Yu Zhenzi swept his whisk out, shaking off the golden threads and scattering the force of his finger-picking technique.

"Great monk, your Shaolin finger-pinching technique is quite convincing, but it lacks the Zen spirit of Buddhism."

Kumārajīva remained expressionless and did not respond. He then pushed forward with his left hand.

Prajna Palm.

Yu Zhenzi dodged with a swift movement of his feet.

While dodging the palm strike, he flicked his right hand, unleashing three golden threads from his whisk, aiming straight for Kumārajīva's throat.

Kumārajīva waved his sleeves, channeling his inner energy.

The Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill.

The wide sleeves of the robe shook the three golden lines off course.

The two exchanged blows on the ring, captivating the audience who watched with rapt attention, exclaiming how exciting and thrilling it was.

Because Mu Wanqing was intercepted and the entire Mantuo Manor was relocated, Duan Yu didn't have much interaction with Kumārajīva.

These are my thoughts as I sit in a seat in Dali.

"Yu Zhenzi's swordsmanship is so fast, and his whisk-wielding skills are quite good."

Zhu Danchen's voice sounded somewhat sarcastic towards Yu Zhenzi.

"Your Highness, the Iron Sword Sect was once a renowned sect in the martial arts world. The Taoist Master Mu Sang from Shandong was a famous chivalrous master."

It's a pity that such a traitor as Yu Zhenzi appeared. Don't be fooled by his otherworldly appearance; he's just like Tian Boguang and Yun Zhonghe.

Duan Yu's admiring gaze turned to disdain just moments before; appearances can be deceiving.

Kublai Khan squinted as he watched the two fighting on the stage, then turned to ask the Golden Wheel Monk beside him a question.

"Your Majesty, who do you think will win between these two?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King spoke in a calm tone.

"Kumārajīva has not yet used his full skill; he is not using his own martial arts."

Kublai Khan's expression faltered slightly.

"What do you mean?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's gaze remained fixed on Kumārajīva.

He explained, "The finger-picking and palm-like technique he used looks like a Shaolin secret technique, but the way he exerted the force was wrong. It was forcibly imitated using internal energy from another school."

Kublai Khan frowned as he listened to the explanation, but did not ask any further questions.

On the stage, Yu Zhenzi gradually figured out Kumārajīva's methods and let out a cold laugh.

"Great monk, your seventy-two unique skills look flashy, but each move is missing something."

Yu Zhenzi handed the whisk to his left hand, and with his right hand, he drew the iron sword from his back.

When the iron sword was drawn, a layer of blue light shone on the surface of the blade.

This is the Iron Sword Sect's Hunyuan Gong.

Yu Zhenzi thrust his sword forward with force, the trembling tip splitting into seven sword shadows in the air, each precisely targeting a different acupoint on Kumārajīva's body.

This is the Iron Sword Sect's ultimate technique, the Seven Star Acupoint Strike Sword.

Kumārajīva's facial expression changed slightly as he took several steps back, quickly forming a barrier of true energy in front of him with his hands.

Seven sword shadows struck the true energy barrier in succession, producing a crisp sound.

Yu Zhenzi pressed his advantage, sweeping his iron sword across the ground with a powerful aura that left shallow marks on the stone slabs.

Kumārajīva suddenly stopped retreating and clasped his hands together. His aura changed noticeably, and a scorching wave of heat emanated from him.

With both palms thrusting outwards, a crimson blade-shaped burst of energy materialized out of thin air.

This was Kumārajīva's true signature move: the Flaming Blade.

The crimson blade energy slashed straight at Yu Zhenzi. Sensing something was wrong, Yu Zhenzi quickly used his iron sword to block in front of him.

After a loud bang, the crimson blade energy struck the iron sword heavily, sending sparks flying.

Yu Zhenzi was so shaken by the powerful force that he slid back three steps.

Before he could fully regain his footing, Kumārajīva used his hand as a knife and unleashed a second flaming blade strike, this time even faster than the first!

Yu Zhenzi immediately raised his sword to parry again, the blue light on the sword blade becoming numb and hot from the impact of the fiery blade energy.

This monk's skill is indeed different from before.

Yu Zhenzi cursed inwardly and repeatedly changed his footwork in an attempt to widen the distance between the two.

But Kumārajīva gave him no time to breathe, and the third flaming blade slashed down immediately afterward.

The angle of this strike was extremely tricky, slashing diagonally from Yu Zhenzi's left side to block all his retreat routes.

Yu Zhenzi was forced to cross his whisk and iron sword in front of him, and the two weapons fought with all their might to meet the fierce crimson blade energy at the same time.

A hissing sound rang out.

The gold thread at the tip of the whisk was severed and burned by the flame blade energy, and a mark was also added to the iron sword.

Yu Zhenzi had never seen such martial arts before, and he had obviously underestimated his opponent without knowing anything about it. His entire right arm went numb and lost sensation.

He staggered backward, almost reaching the very edge of the ring.

Kumārajīva's eyes narrowed, and he feinted an attack, preparing to strike again.

Yu Zhenzi lost his footing and took another step back, falling right off the stage...

"You flatter me, Daoist Master."

Wu Yingxiong's face was grim. Yu Zhenzi was a retainer hired by the Prince of Pingxi's mansion at great expense. He usually boasted about his abilities, but now he couldn't even last thirty rounds against Kumārajīva.

Prince Zongzan stood below the stage and laughed loudly.

"The Imperial Preceptor is truly mighty! This so-called Jade Master is nothing special!"

At this moment, Yu Zhenzi's face was both red and white. He had lost his footing and fallen off the stage in a moment of fear, and now he felt extremely embarrassed.

"Your Highness, that monk's flaming blade was indeed formidable, but I did not use my full strength, otherwise..."

Wu Yingxiong was still quite lucid. Before Yu Zhenzi could finish speaking, he ordered someone to take him away to rest.

Kublai Khan looked at Kumārajīva, who was standing on the platform with his hands clasped together, and then turned to ask the Golden Wheel Monk in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, if you go up there now, can you beat him?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King did not directly answer the question of winning or losing; he simply gave a calm reply.

"Fourth Prince, this humble monk is here to protect you, not to engage in a martial arts contest."

Kublai Khan understood the hidden meaning in the Dharma King's words: the Golden Wheel Dharma King was not incapable of defeating the monk, but simply did not want to compete for the limelight.

On the arena, Kumārajīva slowly looked around, finally fixing his gaze on the direction where Qin Han was.

"Amitabha. Your Highness, I have won several matches today. I wonder if Your Highness has any masters who would like to come up and offer their guidance?"