boyutpedia Chapter 70 You Shaolin are courting death!
Chapter 70 You Shaolin are courting death!
"Get out of here."
Ma Cong didn't even look, he simply threw a punch forward.
Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed, producing a piercing explosion.
boom!boom!boom!boom!
A series of loud, metallic cracking sounds.
The large net made of stick shadows was torn to shreds in an instant, as if it were made of paper.
The eighteen bronze figures, as if hit by a speeding truck, coughed up blood and flew backward, smashing the mountain gate behind them to pieces.
One punch breaks the formation!
Without pausing for a moment, Ma Cong's figure transformed into a blur and rushed directly towards the top of Shaolin Mountain.
"How dare you, you brat!"
A loud shout came from the mountaintop.
A figure, swift as lightning, blocked Ma Cong's path.
The newcomer was dressed in a gray monk's robe; he was none other than Xuan Neng, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy.
"Master Ma, be lenient when you can, why be so aggressive?"
Xuan Neng clasped his hands together, releasing his full aura as a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal, attempting to contend with Ma Cong.
Where are they?
Ma Cong only asked two words.
"Hmph! Since the Grandmaster remains so stubborn, then let this humble monk experience your superior skills!"
Xuan Neng stopped wasting words and unleashed a Shaolin martial art, the "Great Vajra Pestle," which slammed down on his head.
The internal energy condensed into a huge golden pestle shadow, carrying the power to subdue demons and monsters, its power terrifying.
Ma Cong neither dodged nor evaded, his fingers pointing like swords.
A slender, white-gold sword aura burst forth from his fingertips, meeting the enormous shadow of the pestle.
scoff.
A soft sound.
The seemingly invincible golden pestle shadow was sliced in two the instant it came into contact with the sword energy, like a hot knife cutting through butter.
The sword energy, undiminished in its momentum, aimed directly at Xuan Neng.
Xuan Neng was shocked and quickly dodged to the side, but the sword energy still grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.
"Senior brother!"
Another loud shout rang out.
Xuan Tong, the head of the Luohan Hall, arrived just in time and struck Ma Cong in the back with a move called "Subduing Tiger Luohan Fist".
The two Immortals who had reached the Core Formation staged a pincer attack, one in front and one behind.
"Well done!"
Instead of retreating, Ma Cong advanced, abandoning his invincible sword energy and switching to fist techniques.
The starting stance is Shaolin Long Fist, the most widely practiced and basic introductory boxing style in Shaolin Temple.
Every move is bold and unrestrained, yet simple and unadorned.
However, in Ma Cong's hands, this ordinary set of boxing techniques displayed a power that could turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.
boom!
He deflected Xuan Neng's attack with a punch, then changed his move mid-strike, using his elbow like a spear to slam into Xuan Tong's chest.
"puff!"
Xuan Tong was struck as if by lightning, and his whole body flew backward, with a large part of his sternum collapsing.
One blow dealt a fatal blow!
"Mighty Vajra Palm!"
Seeing his junior brother injured, Xuan Neng flew into a rage and unleashed his signature move.
A gigantic golden palm print, obscuring the sky and the sun, slammed down on Ma Cong's head.
This palm strike brought together all his power, determined to suppress Ma Cong.
Faced with this devastating blow, Ma Cong finally abandoned his playful intentions.
He also raised his palm, a giant palm formed from platinum-gold qi, and met it head-on.
Boom!
The two palms clashed, producing a deafening roar that shook the entire Mount Song three times.
The violent shockwave spread outwards, and many buildings in the inner courtyard of Shaolin Temple were instantly reduced to dust by this shockwave.
Xuan Neng groaned, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered a great loss.
"Amitabha."
A long, melodious Buddhist chant rang out, its sound clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.
Abbot Xuan Kong finally made his appearance.
He walked out of the inner courtyard step by step, and with each step he took, his aura grew stronger.
The first tempering, the second tempering, the third tempering!
This is comparable to the ultimate skill of the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain in achieving the Elixir of Immortality!
"Master Ma, let's stop here."
Abbot Xuankong struck out with his palm, the movement seemingly light and airy, yet containing a terrifying power that returned to simplicity, distorting even space itself.
Ma Cong felt an unprecedented pressure.
He was preparing to use the system's most powerful secret technique, even at the risk of injury, to overthrow the old monk.
Just then.
"Heh, Xuan Kong, it's been hundreds of years, and you still have such a fiery temper."
A lazy voice rang out above everyone's heads.
A hand, equally withered yet as white as jade, appeared out of thin air and gently touched the ground.
Abbot Xuan Kong's palm strike, powerful enough to split stone tablets, vanished without a trace, like spring snow meeting the blazing sun.
The old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, dressed in a tattered Taoist robe and wearing straw sandals, gracefully descended.
"A Celestial Master?"
Abbot Xuan Kong's pupils suddenly contracted.
"How did you end up here?"
"Just passing by, just passing by."
The old master waved his hand with a smile, then looked at Ma Cong, as if to say: Kid, you owe me another favor.
He changed the subject and looked at Abbot Xuankong.
"Xuan Kong, your Shaolin monks beat someone half to death and then tortured them in the Disciplinary Hall. That's not exactly ethical."
Upon hearing this, both Xuan Neng and Xuan Tong's expressions changed.
The old celestial master didn't give them a chance to explain. In a flash, he appeared in the disciplinary hall.
The next second, he returned to the same spot, carrying a person covered in blood and unconscious.
It was Zhou Tianyi.
Seeing Zhou Tianyi's miserable state, Ma Cong felt a surge of rage rising to his head.
Zhou Tianyi's dantian has been destroyed!
"Xuan Kong!"
Ma Cong's voice was hoarse, like that of a demon from hell.
"You Shaolin are courting death!"
"Young friend Ma, calm down." The old master stopped the furious Ma Cong.
He looked at Xuan Kong and sneered.
"Stealing techniques? Xuan Kong, do you even believe that yourself?"
"I happen to have a thousand-year-old book from Longhu Mountain here. It records that a Taoist master once created the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing, which were later lost and acquired by a monk from the West. You Shaolin monks treat what you found as treasure and then turn around and accuse others. You have quite the audacity!"
The old celestial master simply pulled out a yellowed ancient book and threw it over.
Xuan Kong took the ancient book, scanned it with his divine sense, and his face turned ashen.
The martial arts practitioners around them also cast disdainful glances their way.
"Today, I, Shaolin, admit defeat."
Xuan Kong took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and killing intent in his heart.
"You may take the person with you. But this martial art is the foundation of Shaolin. We request that Master Ma make a complete copy from memory and return it to Shaolin in the future."
"You want the cultivation technique?"
The old celestial master chuckled.
"Sure, come to my Longhu Mountain to get it."
He put his arm around Ma Cong's shoulder and used his strength to lift the unconscious Zhou Tianyi.
"I've taken this kid back to Longhu Mountain to treat his injuries. Xuan Kong, until we meet again."
After saying that, without waiting for Xuan Kong's reply, he took the two of them and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.
Only Abbot Xuankong remained, standing in place.
"Ma Cong... Zhou Tianyi..."
His eyes revealed a murderous intent.
The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!