Morning.
Lee ngxi and others had nothing to do this morning, so they went straight to the square where the arena challenge was held after breakfast.
It was bustling with more activity than the first few days.
Even before the matches started, soone had already stepped onto the stage to fight.
"Mr. Zhao, you will definitely succeed!"
Arriving at the sixth arena, Lee Wensi said confidently.
"Look quickly, that monk has co again."
"Eh, it seems he doesn’t want to get on the second arena." Lee ngxi pointed at the distant Monk Puxuan, speaking with so surprise.
Monk Puxuan did not enter the square but stood on the side, silently reciting scriptures with a kindly expression.
"His aim isn’t to accept others’ challenges and earn the title of a hundred victories. He wants to break other Martial Artists’ winning streaks, preventing them from winning the Great Power Vajra Fist from the Buddhist sect."
Lin Zheyu glanced at Monk Puxuan and said indifferently.
He had figured it out; indeed, the Buddhist sect’s actions were quite unscrupulous this ti.
"It’s really despicable. If it weren’t for the fact that many genius disciples from major sects didn’t co, soone would surely be able to defeat him."
Lee Wensi said angrily.
"By the way, if it’s a draw in the arena, does it still count as a winning streak?" Lin Zheyu curiously asked.
He had wanted to ask this question before but had forgotten about it later.
"It counts."
"A Martial Artist challenging must defeat the arena master to succeed, a draw counts as a failure."
"And to prevent soone from deliberately stalling, battles must conclude within a quarter of an hour, exceeding this ti results in the challenger’s failure."
Lee ngxi explained.
He had challenged once before, but with his strength, he was cannon fodder and quickly lost.
Instead, his sister Lee ngqi almost succeeded, but unfortunately, powerful Bone Marrow Refining Realm Martial Artists began to take action on the fifth day.
Lee ngqi was defeated by the Lui Family’s genius, Lui Shaoning.
"Oh, then it’s fine."
"If there aren’t restrictions on sharing cultivation techniques, once I obtain the Great Power Vajra Fist, I’ll show it to you."
Lin Zheyu smiled and said.
With a draw considered a win, combined with the eleventh level Perfection of his recently advanced Golden Swan Skill.
Lin Zheyu was confident he could maneuver in the arena against Monk Puxuan.
"There wasn’t this restriction before, but since it’s a cultivation technique provided by the Buddhist sect, who knows if there will be a limitation."
Lee ngxi’s face flashed with excitent but also hesitated as he spoke.
He was quite interested in the Buddhist sect’s Great Power Vajra Fist.
The Buddhist sect exists in Great Wei only in books and stories, and Monk Puxuan was the first living monk Lee ngxi had seen.
He specifically went back to check ancient texts and asked Mr. Wang, guarding the Lee Family’s library, from whom he learned so related information about the Great Power Vajra Fist.
It’s said that this cultivation technique is a crucial foundational fist skill in the Buddhist sect.
The Great Power Vajra Fist, also known as the Vajra Arhat Fist or simply the Vajra Fist, is the fundantal fist skill of the karmic imprint within Buddha’s mudras.
"The ti’s almost up, I’ll head up now."
Lin Zheyu said.
He glanced at Monk Puxuan in the distance and, with a light leap, ascended to the sixth arena.
Outside the square, Xiong and Xu Zifan arrived fashionably late, excitedly waving at Lin Zheyu, shouting encouragent loudly.
"Pei Yuchun, where are the people you brought? Zhao Hao’s challenge match is nearly over, why haven’t you made a move yet."
"We’ve already offended the other side, with his talent, he’s bound to be noticed by other forces, sects."
"If we don’t take care of him now, it’ll be troubleso when he cos looking for us."
Under the arena, Tang Weizhong squinted slightly, speaking indifferently.
If it hadn’t been for getting involved in the matter to help the Pei Family find a murderer, Tang Weiqiang wouldn’t have died.
Originally, he thought it was just about dealing with a competent but backgroundless wild Martial Artist.
Unexpectedly, that kid was lucky and survived until now.
Even the Soul-Calling Tower assassins couldn’t take him out after two attempts.
But, what’s done is done, regrets are useless now.
Just need to find a way to solve this quickly.
Otherwise, after this martial arts exchange, with Zhao Hao’s talent, he’s sure to be noticed by other powerful sects.
"He had so business to attend to the past few days and is only free today."
Pei Yuchun said with indifference.
His eyes glanced towards a certain figure in the crowd, his lips curling slightly, "Look, isn’t he here now?"
"Are you sure there’s no problem?"
"You’ve seen these past few days, many famous martial arts geniuses in Wuling City have been defeated by him."
"Even Ni Qiangkun almost died at the hands of Zhao Hao."
Tang Weizhong felt uneasy seeing the sowhat unfamiliar person.
Thinking of Ni Qiangkun made his eyelid twitch involuntarily; he had paid a considerable price to placate the other party.
If only the other party had simply died, it would have been easier.
Who would have thought Ni Qiangkun had a natural anomaly, with a heart growing in a different place from ordinary people, fortunately escaping death.
"Don’t worry, there won’t be a problem."
"This person was once a Yama Palace disciple. You must have heard of Yama Palace, right?" Pei Yuchun laughed lightly.
"Yama Palace?!"
"There are still survivors from them!?"
Tang Weizhong’s face showed a look of surprise.
Hearing the na Yama Palace caused his pupils to shrink slightly, obviously having heard of this organization.
This was a sect that followed a deviant path, attempting to find another way by researching demons and undead.
Later, as they cultivated more, unsurprisingly, they ran into problems with their cultivation.
Though they had issues with their cultivation, their strength was indeed terrifying.
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