"When the words' Buddha is merciful 'come out of your Shaolin disciple's mouth, I find it a bit harsh."
Fang Bai curled his lips mockingly and continued, "Cut the crap. We didn't come to Shaolin to exchange pointers, but to seek justice. How can we not be injured?
If you're afraid, just admit defeat and accept my conditions! "
"Young benefactor, you've made up your mind to make life difficult for Shaolin!"
Hearing Fang Bai's words, Jueren couldn't help but become angry. His white beard moved even though there was no wind, and his monk's robe swelled up by the surging Zhenqi.
"That's right, I want to make life difficult for you!"
Fang Bai beckoned at Jueren and said, "Come on, old monk. Let's fight and everything will be settled!"
"If that's the case, then I'll have to offend you!"
Jueren shouted. He struck out with his left palm and followed up with his right, stacking his palms together. Borrowing the momentum of his forward charge, he struck out at Fang Bai's chest.
This palm was one of the Shaolin's Vajra Palm, "Vajra Pushing Mountain."
Shaolin's ancient martial arts focused on calmness and power. Jueren had mastered the essence of Shaolin's ancient martial arts. This palm contained the boundless Zhenqi of a mid-tier Earth Realm martial artist. It was so powerful that it seemed like it could knock a small mountain off its track.
Jueren wasn't someone who liked to fight or kill. He was worried that Fang Bai wouldn't be able to withstand his strenuous attacks, so he deliberately held back some of his strength.
"Old monk, show mercy, or you'll be at a disadvantage!"
Fang Bai sensed that Jueren hadn't used his full strength. He smiled disapprovingly and casually struck out with his palm.
When the two palms met, Jueren's body trembled. He felt that Fang Bai's Zhenqi was just as strong and powerful, majestic and steady. It was actually somewhat similar to Shaolin's martial arts. In fact, it was even more powerful than Shaolin's.
Jueren, who had underestimated his opponent, was forced back two steps by Fang Bai's Zhenqi. The blood in his chest surged.
This time, not only was Jueren shocked, but the surrounding Shaolin monks were also shocked. They all felt that it was inconceivable.
In the eyes of the Shaolin monks, Jueren was a mid-tier Earth Realm master. They had thought that he could subdue Fang Bai, who was only at the early tier Earth Realm, with one palm. They didn't expect that he would be at a disadvantage instead.
The Abbot's cultivation was a small realm higher than the young man's. Even if the Abbot had shown mercy in his attack, it would still be at a disadvantage!
Originally, some Shaolin monks thought that Fang Bai was young and arrogant. But now, none of them had such a thought.
He was only twenty years old, yet he was able to force back the Shaolin Abbot, who was a level higher than him, with a single palm strike. Such a martial artist did indeed have the right to be arrogant.
"This young man's cultivation technique is strange, and his true essence is thick. It's truly inconceivable!
No wonder he has the confidence to challenge me!
If I don't use my full strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat him! "
Jueren guessed that Fang Bai must have practiced some special Zhenqi that hid part of his strength. Thus, he no longer showed mercy. His aura rose again, and his fighting spirit reached its peak. His palms turned into fists and he attacked Fang Bai again.
When Jue Ren executed the ordinary Beginner Level Shaolin Arhat Fist, it was unyielding and unparalleled in power. It was as if it had become the most powerful fist technique in the world. It gave off the feeling that great wisdom might appear foolish, and great skill might appear clumsy.
Ghostly Hands watched from the side. This old monk was indeed worthy of being the Abbot of China's number one ancient martial arts sect. He indeed had some skill. If he were to fight with him, he would be injured within three punches.
Fang Bai's combat power was comparable to a Heaven-rank expert, but Jueren was only a mid-rank Earth-rank warrior. Thus, Fang Bai was relaxed when fighting with him, only using half of his combat power.
Fang Bai was using the Thunder Roaring Tiger Roaring Fist of the "Dragon-Tiger Lion Elephant Method". The level of this fist technique was far beyond that of the Shaolin Arhat Fist. Although it was also based on the path of toughness and ferocity, Fang Bai had developed the concept of "toughness and ferocity" to an extreme, as if he had peeped into the ultimate truth of boxing.
The four fists of the two clashed against each other, constantly colliding with each other. The sounds of tigers roaring and thunder roaring could be heard, and the True Origin Shock Wave that was produced spread out in all directions, forcing Ghost Hand and the Shaolin Temple martial artists to retreat dozens of feet away.
Jueren moved like the wind, his fists and palms changing. He displayed the Shaolin martial arts that had been passed down for thousands of years to the fullest, trying to suppress Fang Bai and gain the upper hand.
However, Fang Bai only used the Roaring Tiger Thunder Fist to counterattack. No matter how agile Jueren's movements were or how exquisite his moves were, as long as Jueren threw a punch, he would be able to immediately suppress Jueren. This made Jueren so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
"Grandpa, what is the cultivation level of that old monk?"
Dragon Lady, who was watching Yang Zhong's battle through binoculars, suddenly asked in a low voice, "What's going on?
"Middle-rank Earth-rank."
Long Jingtian was also watching the fight between Fang Bai and Jueren. However, most of his attention was on Fang Bai, as if he was trying to find something from Fang Bai's fist technique.
In Long Jingtian's eyes, Fang Bai's punches were like the roar of a tiger and the rumble of thunder. Although each of his punches looked simple and unadorned, they contained the profound meaning of the Fist Dao. They were so profound that even gods and ghosts could not predict them.
"Fang Bai's fist technique doesn't seem to be a fist technique, but a kind of Dao that can crush and destroy everything!
What kind of fist technique is this?
What kind of miraculous encounter did this Fang Bai have? "
From Fang Bai's fist technique, Long Jingtian seemed to have faintly comprehended something. His understanding of martial arts suddenly rose to a higher level.
To a martial artist, comprehending something from watching a fight was a rare opportunity. Long Jingtian was pleasantly surprised. He stared at Fang Bai, who was constantly throwing punches. He wanted to comprehend more.
Unfortunately, Fang Bai didn't give him much of a chance to continue watching. He suddenly punched out like a meteor. His fist smashed into Jueren's palm with unparalleled force.
Bang!
With a loud bang, Jueren's body was like a leaf in the wind. He tumbled through the air a few times before falling to the ground.
Fang Bai's punch was obviously merciful. Jueren had only suffered a light injury.
"Old monk, you are not my opponent!"
Fang Bai's eyes swept over the abbot, Jueren, as well as the six elders of the Shaolin Temple. He said, "Even if the seven of you come at me together, it won't be enough!
I heard that the Shaolin Temple has the 18 Arhats Formation, which is formed by the 18 strongest monks of the Shaolin Temple. Can I take a look at it? "
If he were to fight Jueren alone, Fang Bai wouldn't need to use his full strength. Even if the other six elders joined forces, the seven of them would only be able to double their strength. Fang Bai wasn't interested in them at all.
As for the legendary Shaolin Temple's 18 Arhats Formation, Fang Bai was actually looking forward to it. He hoped that it would put some pressure on him and force him to use his full strength.