Liu Zaiye from the Eight Diagrams Sect was carried out by the dical team on a stretcher; it seed like his injuries were quite serious.
Li Feng also stepped down from the platform.
"Are you okay?"
Xiao Xi looked at Li Feng. Although he could still walk down by himself, everyone saw what happened earlier on the platform. Liu Zaiye from the Eight Diagrams Sect executing a set of Chain Palms was definitely not just for show.
Just that Eight Diagrams Dragon, his movent technique of appearing in four directions at once proved Liu Zaiye's Eight Diagrams Palm was no joke.
Li Feng probably took at least a hundred palms.
Didn't you see Li Feng's whole body was red, like he'd been boiled? Even though he ultimately burst forth with energy and blood, defeating Liu Zaiye with one punch, it was clearly a move that hurt himself while defeating the enemy.
"It's a bit troubleso, but nothing serious."
Li Feng knew his own situation; even though he won this round, having taken over a hundred consecutive palms from Liu, if it weren't for his Tyrant Body Gang Qi absorbing most of the palm strength, his internal organs would have been shattered by Dark Strength long ago.
Liu Zaiye hadn't held back in the slightest.
"Isn't it your turn next?"
Li Feng asked.
"Yeah, I should be fine on this side since my opponent also got injured in the last round, so it's equally matched."
Xiao Xi said, Tie Xuan, although a bit straightforward, was quite reliable. After she and Li Feng left, Tie Xuan recorded her next opponent's match, which Xiao Xi watched after she woke up.
"Besides, my opponent is a Shaolin monk."
"This round, I've got him."
After saying that, Xiao Xi stepped onto the platform.
Li Feng looked at the confident Xiao Xi and glanced to the side.
"Amitabha."
"Blessed are the rciful."
A handso monk with fine features stepped out of the crowd, joined his hands, and chanted a Buddhist mantra. However, Li Feng could sense the reluctance in his words.
Tie Xuan couldn't help but laugh quietly, "Ha, this match is going to be interesting. This Shaolin monk against our beauty Xiao, I wonder if the monk can bring himself to fight."
"Don't underestimate this monk Shijie; he is from Shaolin, after all."
Shaolin and Wudang are fad throughout the Martial Arts world.
This generation of Wudang had many talents, but Shaolin was sowhat short-staffed, with only one making it to the top sixty-four.
Li Feng had never seen Shijie in action, but the reputation preceded him.
With the phrase, 'All martial arts under heaven originate from Shaolin,' Shaolin's strength was well-known.
Especially with the legendary Seventy-two Skills of Shaolin, although their authenticity was uncertain, Shaolin's image has always been mysterious and formidable.
Even in modern tis, Shaolin seed to have beco more worldly and comrcialized, but on the screen, Shaolin monks were still renowned fighters.
"Are you okay, though?"
Hua Wushuang looked at Li Feng; the Chain Eight Diagrams Palm of the Eight Diagrams Sect wasn't famous for nothing, and seeing Li Feng take hit after hit, Hua couldn't help but wince.
That Li Feng could turn things around was quite surprising.
Li Feng nodded: "Just lost a bit of energy and blood."
"My father has a Great Returning Pill; if you need...!"
Li Feng declined Hua Wushuang's good intentions. Although the Great Returning Pill was valuable, it ca with a significant favor, and besides, the energy and blood he lost could be replenished.
He just needed ti to recover.
In their conversation, the match on the platform had already begun.
"Hey, monk on the other side, are you a real monk or a fake one?"
Xiao Xi squinted at Shijie.
"Amitabha, may the lady patron lay down her arms and voluntarily withdraw."
Xiao Xi scoffed.
"Monk, why should I withdraw instead of you? Aren't monks supposed to transcend worldly concerns, aren't fa and gain re illusions? Your pursuit of victory defies your practice!"
"Amitabha."
"I descended this mountain for practice; having entered the mortal world, I cannot remain void."
"Moreover, I bear the heavy responsibility of my monastery, and hope the lady patron can understand."
Shijie lowered his head with one hand forward.
Xiao Xi scoffed: "So you're determined to fight ; but are you sure you want to fight this delicate girl, being a monk?"
Xiao Xi continued to approach Shijie with her long strides.
"You won't bully like that scoundrel from the Tang Sect in the last round, right?"
"See no evil, the little monk won't do such things."
Shijie replied.
"Alright then, close your eyes, or how can I believe you?" Xiao Xi suggested with narrowed eyes.
"Very well."
Shijie agreed and closed his eyes. Xiao Xi waved her hand in front of his face.
"Lady patron, no need to test. The little monk won't look if he says he won't."
"Oh!"
Xiao Xi exclaid and suddenly shifted her position, launching a punch at Shijie's side.
Shijie raised his hand to block it directly.
Xiao Xi's punch did not land, and she imdiately rotated and launched a series of close attacks.
Although Shijie kept his eyes closed, he blocked each of Xiao Xi's attacks.
After attacking nurous tis without success, Xiao Xi stepped back slightly and looked at Shijie.
This monk was tough to deal with.
"This Shijie has strong foresight."
Li Feng observed the exchange on the platform. Xiao Xi's moves were as seamless as flowing clouds, with almost no openings, and it wasn't easy to block them even with eyes open, yet Shijie was deflecting them all with his eyes closed.
"Yes, it should be Shaolin's Heart Eye."
"Even with his eyes closed, Shijie can see more clearly with the Heart Eye open, and he's quite formidable,"
Hua Wushuang comnted.
"Oh, formidable?"
Being described as formidable surely ant sothing unusual. At this point, Tie Xuan spoke: "Yes, you didn't see Shijie's match yesterday; I have it recorded here."
Tie Xuan handed a phone to Li Feng and played the video recorded yesterday.
Li Feng took the phone and watched the video at normal speed.
The video showcased Shijie's previous match.
"Shijie's opponent in the last match was a disciple of Baji Fist, known for its fierce strength, like a tiger, but...!"
Hua Wushuang stopped speaking, letting Li Feng see for himself.
In the last match, Shijie also stood motionless, only defending throughout, allowing the Baji Fist opponent to attack.
Shijie hardly counter-attacked and eventually won as the opponent, unable to break his defense, conceded voluntarily.
"Vajra Unbreakable Body?"
Li Feng frowned; Shijie was blocking attacks and even allowed them occasionally, without resistance, to demoralize the opponent.
"Yes, that should be it."
Hua Wushuang agreed: "Shaolin is said to possess Seventy-two Skills, although it's mostly hearsay, this Golden Bell Shield skill is definitely a genuine Hard Qi Gong from Shaolin, which Tie Xuan also practices."
Tie Xuan nodded, "Yes, my sect's founder was from the Shaolin lineage, practicing Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth. If mastered, this skill becos the Vajra Unbreakable Body, but no one in our Vajra Sect, including the founder, has achieved it."
"It's said that the Golden Bell Shield has three levels: the first, Copper Skin Iron Bones, the second, Golden Bell Shield Body, and the third, Vajra Unbreakable."
"I've only reached the peak of the first level, not even close to the second. My master said the second Golden Bell Shield Body could form a layer of Golden Bell Qi Gang, impenetrable even by bullets. As for the third level, it forms a fitted Inner Armor, impervious to blades and spears."
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