Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

"That's utterly delusional!"

He paused, then continued, "If you really want to compete, then bring out your Nyingma school's ultimate technique, the 'Flame Blade,' and the Tantric school's 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.'"

"Only in this way can we be considered comparable; otherwise, there's no need to mention our temple's supreme martial art, the Six Meridian Divine Sword."

what? !

Upon hearing this, many of the Dharma protectors, elders, and disciples of Dalun Temple glared angrily at Chen Mo.

Putting aside the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill," the "Flame Blade" is a genuine masterpiece of their Nyingma school. How could they allow outsiders to covet it?

This kid is already courting death!

Chapter 15 The Art of Provocation

"Insanity!"

"You insolent brat!"

"How dare you covet my Nyingma school's ultimate technique, the 'Flaming Blade,' and my Tantric mastery, the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill'?!"

"Kill him!"

Inside the hall, the protectors, elders, and numerous disciples glared at Chen Mo with murderous intent, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

Even the red-faced elder, who had been defeated by Chen Mo's finger earlier, was so angry that he trembled all over, aggravating his injuries and coughing up several mouthfuls of blood.

The Flaming Blade is the fundamental secret technique of the Nyingma school in Tibet.

With this unique skill, King Kumārajīva of the Ming Dynasty swept away the Black Sect in Tibet, becoming a powerful figure in the western frontier.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is the supreme protective skill of Tantric Buddhism. How could it be allowed to be so contemptuously offered as a wager by an outsider?

In their eyes, this was blasphemy!

At this moment, the wise king Kumārajīva's face turned ashen, and his heart was filled with raging anger.

He really didn't expect that this kid could turn the tables on him.

promise?

What if this kid is really pretending to be weak while actually possessing unparalleled cultivation? Wouldn't the Nyingma sect's secret techniques and the supreme Tantric skills be leaked out?

He cannot bear this responsibility.

You won't agree?

Then his meticulously planned "Six Meridian Divine Sword" would completely fail.

Not only that, but the Tibetan king would also consider him a cowardly bandit, afraid of a mere child.

This was a heavy blow to his personal prestige, the reputation of Dalun Temple, and even the entire Tibetan Buddhist community.

King Kumārajīva stared intently at Chen Mo, trying to find a flaw in his excessively youthful face.

Is it just a bluff?

Or is there really something they're relying on?!

He thought about how this kid had so easily defeated Elder Bacuo's finger strike; he was indeed very powerful.

But perhaps this is its limit?

They came here to intimidate them, making them hesitant to act rashly.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, making it difficult for him to make a decision.

King Tridezuzan, who was standing to the side, also instantly darkened his expression.

His gaze fell on King Kumārajīva, and although he did not speak, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was very obvious.

The dignified Tibetan National Preceptor was actually manipulated by a little monk from Dali.

This is utterly disgraceful to the Tibetan people!

Bai Yu, Liao Chen, and Liao Yuan were overjoyed and admired Chen Mo's open scheme to the fullest extent.

Liao Chen couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle-Master's move of retreating to advance is truly brilliant!"

They all believed that Chen Mo deliberately proposed harsh conditions that the other party could never agree to in order to protect "Six Meridian Divine Sword".

Even if they lose the competition later, they won't have to hand over Tianlong's ultimate skills so easily.

Just as everyone was waiting for King Kumārajīva's decision, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and no one dared to even breathe loudly.

As if the fire wasn't burning bright enough, Chen Mo casually tossed out another trump card!

"It seems... your Oiran-ji Temple doesn't have the guts?"

He shook his head, looking very disappointed. "Fine, since you're all so timid, then I... will take another step back."

He pointed at the four old monks who had just locked onto his aura, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "It's just the four of you. It seems your strength is quite good here."

"How about this, the stakes remain the same."

"As long as the four of you... can withstand even one move from me."

He paused, then continued, "Yes, if you can withstand even one move, I will consider myself to have lost!"

"how?!"

……

……

……

Dead!

Absolute silence!

The entire Mingwang Hall seemed to freeze, as if even the air itself had solidified!

Everyone inside the hall seemed to be frozen in place, staring in disbelief, their minds blank.

Everyone wondered if they were hallucinating!

One move?!

Those four old monks were the four Vajra Protectors of their Dalun Temple, not some random cats or dogs on the street.

And all they're asking is that if he can survive just one more move, then that kid loses?!

This isn't just arrogance, it's madness, it's utter humiliation!

Isn't this a blatant disgrace to Dalun Temple, and even to the entire Tibetan Empire?!

Bai Yu, Liao Chen, and Liao Yuan were stunned. No, did their martial uncle (friend) know what they were saying?

One move?!

How could we possibly defeat those four old monks who looked so unfathomable?!

This isn't about tearing off all pretense of civility and putting the other party in a very difficult position!

King Tridezuzan clenched his fists, his face filled with disbelief and furious anger at being offended.

If King Kumārajīva was still hesitating, he decided to intervene forcefully.

Those guardians and elders who were originally furious now had faces as red as pig livers, pointing at Chen Mo with trembling fingers, unable to utter a single word.

The four Vajra Protectors who were named finally showed intense fluctuations on their originally calm faces!

Anger, murderous intent, and a sense of absurdity at being looked down upon intertwined in their eyes.

It should be noted that even if the four of them joined forces, they were confident that they could hold their own for more than ten moves against the King of Light, Kumārajīva, without being defeated!

But this brat dares to speak so arrogantly, even Buddha would be furious!

King Kumārajīva was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he crushed the prayer beads he had been turning with a snap!

All his hesitation and concerns were shattered at this moment by Chen Mo's extremely arrogant provocation!

Refuse to fight?!

Is this even possible?!

The other party has already put it this way. If they don't accept the challenge, then their Dalun Temple might not be able to survive in Tibet anymore.

It will definitely become a laughing stock in the martial arts world!

The dignity of the Tibetan Kingdom will be completely lost!

It can be said that what has now become a struggle between temples is no longer a martial arts exchange, but a struggle over national identity and dignity!

He abruptly looked up, his eyes filled with no hesitation, only a chilling killing intent. "Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, each word filled with boundless anger.

They've been completely humiliated, how can they possibly tolerate this?!

"I will grant your request!"

"Where are the Four Heavenly Guardians?!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the four old monks stepped forward at the same time. The ground trembled slightly, and four incredibly powerful auras erupted, like four volcanoes about to erupt!

The aura locked onto the still calm and composed young figure in the arena.

"exist!"

The sound was like thunder, making the palace reverberate!

Everyone was tense, their eyes fixed on the people in the room.

Only Chen Mo, the instigator, was secretly pleased.

He knew very well that under normal circumstances, given King Kumārajīva's cautious nature, he would never have agreed to his request.

But today, by sheer coincidence, the Tibetan king came to listen to the sutras and happened to witness this conflict.

If the king were present, this matter would no longer be just a private martial arts exchange between Dalun Temple and Tianlong Temple, but would concern the face of the entire Tubo Kingdom.

In this situation, King Kumārajīva was already in a difficult position and had no choice but to agree to the unreasonable offer.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had such a good opportunity to acquire the two secret techniques of Tantric Buddhism.