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

The crowd stopped and watched with great interest.

The sword and palm techniques they learned were primarily characterized by their lightness, speed, subtlety, and unpredictability.

A short while later.

A hint of eagerness flashed in Wanwan's eyes. She suddenly turned to Chen Mo and smiled, "Little Master, seeing how much fun they're having, I'm itching to join in too."

"How about... we have a friendly spar?"

"How about we just compare techniques and moves, without using internal energy?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing immediately looked at Wanwan warily.

This vixen is probably up to some trick again.

Chen Mo remained calm, glanced at Wanwan, and nodded, saying, "Okay."

Wanwan was secretly delighted, and a sly look appeared on her face. "However, just sparring is no fun."

"How about...we add a little prize?"

"The prize?"

Mu Wanqing said coldly, "Miss Wanwan, what are you planning now?"

She had long seen through this vixen, who had always plotted against her husband.

Sure enough, they've started to reveal their true intentions!

Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled, "Don't be in a hurry, little sister. Since there's going to be a competition, there should be rewards and punishments to make it more interesting."

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked at Chen Mo. "Little Master, if you lose, how about I borrow the 'Northern Darkness Divine Art' for a look?"

Is it the Northern Darkness Divine Art?

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing sneered inwardly: So it was because they coveted the Northern Darkness Divine Skill.

If that demoness knew the conditions for cultivating the Northern Darkness Divine Art, she probably wouldn't want to watch.

Chen Mo pondered for a moment, then calmly said, "Okay."

"what?!"

Seeing Chen Mo's decisiveness, Wanwan was stunned.

She had expected Chen Mo to refuse outright or try to negotiate, but she didn't expect him to answer so readily!

He felt somewhat uncertain, but the die was cast and he had no choice but to proceed.

"If the young master loses, he'd better keep his word."

Chen Mo smiled gently, "Of course, monks never lie."

"What if Miss Wanwan loses?"

Wanwan's eyes sparkled, her voice alluring, "If I lose..."

"How about I give you a kiss?"

"Witch!"

Mu Wanqing was so angry that she almost drew her sword. Sure enough, Liu Bang's sword dance was aimed at Xiang Zhuang.

Wanwan waved her hands repeatedly, "Little sister, I was just kidding, I was just kidding."

She looked at Chen Mo, "Little Master, what kind of prize do you want?"

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and smiled, "As I said at the beginning, I have a great longing for all martial arts in the world."

"Your sect's 'Heavenly Demon Great Art' is naturally one of them."

"Heavenly Demonic Technique?!"

Wanwan's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a troubled expression.

This is the supreme cultivation method of their Yin Kui Sect, and only the sect leader and the sect's holy maiden are qualified to cultivate it.

Although she was the Holy Maiden of the Yin Kui Sect, she dared not reveal it easily.

But the allure of the "Northern Darkness Divine Art" and the confidence in his own martial arts skills made him realize the power of the technique.

This wasn't blind confidence; after spending time together, she discovered that Chen Mo was always straightforward when dealing with enemies.

It's either a finger or a palm strike; both are very simple.

Her Heavenly Demon Technique is based on 'illusion and transformation', and its most powerful aspect is its ability to act at will, using any situation as a means of harming the enemy, making it impossible to defend against.

"it is good!"

Thinking of this, Wanwan gritted her teeth and said, "The Heavenly Demon Technique it is, I agree."

Seeing this, Mei Jian immediately stepped forward and signaled the disciples in the training ground to stop and clear a space.

The disciples of the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments retreated to the sidelines, watching with curiosity.

They had long been curious about the guests the Lord had brought back, especially the handsome, otherworldly young monk.

The fact that he was about to spar with that alluring woman in black naturally attracted everyone's attention.

In the arena, Wanwan flipped her wrist, and a pair of uniquely shaped short blades with curved blades like crescent moons slid into her hand.

It was her signature weapon—the Twin Heavenly Demon Slashes.

She assumed a fighting stance, her graceful movements concealing a deadly intent, and looked at Chen Mo, who was unarmed. "Little Master, aren't you using a weapon?"

Chen Mo shook his head, "No need, two hands are enough!"

"Alright, young master, be careful."

Without saying much, Wanwan let out a sharp cry and immediately unleashed the Heavenly Demon Body Technique.

With his twin slashes, he drew two strange arcs, one above and one below, one feint and one real, respectively, aiming for Chen Mo's throat and dantian.

Extremely fast and with a tricky angle, it is the exquisite killing move of the Yin Kui School.

Faced with this swift and unpredictable attack, Chen Mo moved forward according to the directions indicated by the hexagrams, while his right hand seemingly casually reached forward.

His movements weren't fast; in fact, they seemed rather slow to others.

Just as the Heavenly Demon Double Slash was about to strike, his five fingers gently yet precisely placed on Wanwan's right wrist, which was holding the sword, and flicked and hooked it slightly with his fingertips.

what? !

Wanwan felt a numbness in her wrist, and a strange force came through, causing the strength in her entire arm to dissipate instantly.

Two soft clinking sounds.

The Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes were released from his hand and then inexplicably appeared in Chen Mo's hand.

Wanwan was stunned and didn't react. It felt as if she had handed the weapon to Chen Mo on her own initiative.

Chen Mo held the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes in front of him for a moment to examine them, then casually tossed them back to Wanwan.

"The moves are good, but a bit flashy and impractical."

His tone was flat, as if a teacher were commenting on a student: "Again."

The entire training ground fell silent instantly.

The disciples of the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments looked at each other, completely bewildered as to what had happened.

They had seen what happened clearly, but they just couldn't understand how the black-clad woman's weapon ended up in the monk's hands.

"Did...did you see what happened?"

"It seems like it is, but it also seems like it isn't..."

"It seemed like that master... brushed it with his hand?"

"Did you brush it? I thought you caught it."

The disciples lowered their voices and whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Chen Mo.

The four swordsmen, Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, exchanged glances, each seeing disbelief in the other's eyes.

Lan Jian asked in a low voice, "Sister Mei Jian, is that... is that our Lingjiu Palace's ultimate technique—the Heavenly Mountain Plum Blossom Hand?!"

"Hmm...it seems so!"

Mei Jian gave a somewhat uncertain answer; she felt it was somewhat similar but not quite.

Then she saw Granny Yu in the corner. After exchanging a glance, Granny Yu retreated and disappeared into the darkness of the corner.

In the arena, Wanwan caught the Heavenly Demon Double Slashes that had been thrown back, her face turning red and blue.

Shame, anger, shock, disbelief—a mix of emotions swirled together.

She believed that her martial arts skills were already among the top in the younger generation, and even without using her inner energy, she was by no means ordinary.

"you……"

Wanwan bit her lip, a hint of stubbornness and competitiveness flashing in her eyes, "That didn't count, it was my carelessness!"

"Again!"

Chapter 106 A Glimmer of Hope!

Wanwan swung the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes again, this time with even more complex and unpredictable moves and elusive movements.

Both his swordsmanship and his movement techniques were executed to the fullest extent.

The double slashes transformed into a light curtain that was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, enveloping Chen Mo.

Chen Mo smiled calmly, his left hand flashing out like lightning, passing through the myriad blade shadows, and once again precisely placed on Wanwan's left wrist pulse, gently twisting it.

His left hand lost control of the Heavenly Demon Slash once again.

After disarming her, he glanced at the blade and tossed it back to her, saying, "Miss Wanwan, your heart is already in turmoil."

"Humph!"

Wanwan snorted coldly, refusing to believe it, "Again!"

After five moves, Chen Mo once again disarmed her with a knife in almost the same way.