"It seems that even though Shenxiao Sect has fallen, it is still not to be underestimated…"
Pei Xuanjing, ignoring the voices of the spectators around him, focused his full attention. Purple-blue lightning converged in his palm, accompanied by the sound of thunder, as if a thunder god was being condensed within his palm.
Shenxiao Thunder Palm!
Danyang Zi, watching from afar, recognized his sect's martial arts. A dumbfounded look appeared in his eyes. His junior disciple had supposedly been practicing this martial art for a short time, but had already reached such a realm. It was simply terrifying.
Boom!
Astonishing thunder rises from the ground. Pei Xuanjing steps forward, his boiling Blood Qi becoming almost solid, stirring up a wild wind which induces the power of wind and thunder.
His palms strike continuously, as if countless Thunder Gods were bombing the Vajra Monk.
"So powerful!" The Jie Fa monk, who was healing his injuries at the side, sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling numbness crawl up his head.
He couldn't understand how this young man, who was no more than thirty years old, could have such powerful strength, even surpassing that of the head of the Dharma Institute of the Zen Sect.
"It seems that the Shenxiao Sect's Qi Luck hasn't been lost, they are bound to prosper once more in the future." The abbot of the North Zen Sect, Monk Jietan, looked at Pei Xuanjing thoughtfully.
Even though the Shenxiao Sect has fallen nowadays, he would not forget the time when Shenxiao Sect was at its peak, intimidating the Buddhism School with the power of the Taoist School.
Boom!
Two domineering palm imprints collided, hot and dazzling light bursts from the center, and numerous violent air waves rolled out from the center of their confrontation.
The surging air waves, the vigorous True Qi, the boiling, fiery Blood Qi, the extremely domineering martial arts aura intertwined, just like the destructive world of thunder, exhibiting the rage of Golden Vajra.
Within dozens of meters around their confrontation, the bluestone floor built by the True Martial Sect at a great cost collapsed, and countless pieces of stone slabs were shot out with force.
Fuh!
Zhang Zhizhan gently flicked his sleeve, knocking off the stone slab that was coming at him, then looked at the two men in the field with burning eyes.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, Golden Vajra Monk was looking at Pei Xuanjing seriously, and his palm was still trembling slightly.
Despite the warnings of the Eighth Union of Sipa, he never expected that this young man, who seemed physically weak, would burst out with so much wild and domineering power. This was unthinkable.
One should know that he had practiced Dragon Elephant Art to the eighth level. Relying on his physical strength alone, it seemed that only a few immortal monks within the Zen Sect and the national teacher could slightly surpass him.
Unexpectedly, this ordinary young man on Taihe Mountain has such a strong body.
Pei Xuanjing was bubbling with Blood Qi, his clothes rustling in the wind and his long hair dancing. A feeling of satisfaction surfaced on his face as he shouted: "Again!"
After speaking, he punched out without hesitation, regardless of what Vajra Monk might think!
Emperor's Long Fist.
With Pei Xuanjing's current strength and martial arts realm, even the simplest Emperor's Long Fist could exert unimaginable power in his hands.
His Blood Qi was boiling, the hot air waves tumbling, a punch sent out, and the continuous sound of explosions in the air, as if even the air was going to be blown up.
Seeing Pei Xuanjing's punch coming, Golden Vajra Monk had no time to think. His muscles and bones crackled, and he punched back without hesitation.
Boom!
Both of them didn't use any fancy techniques, they purely relied on sheer strength to compete, as if they wanted to smash each other with raw power.
Boom!
They fiercely exchanged blows, and countless powerful airwaves spread out from them in all directions, causing the floor to collapse and stones to fly.
Hiss!
Watching the two of them fight so fiercely, the spectators couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
The two of them seemed tireless as they continued to exchange blows, yet no one found the fight boring.
Even this kind of duel, relying solely on strength without any specific techniques, left many people tongue-tied.
The so-called "One force breaks ten thousand techniques," facing these two people's extreme dominative power, made many techniques lose their meaning.
This made many masters known for their techniques and skills step forward slightly, pondering whether they should learn a body refining method.
After all, no matter how many techniques you have, I just need one punch to break them!
This kind of fierce and domineering fight was the most annoying and difficult to deal with for them.
One punch, two punches…
The fight between the two looked extremely domineering, but Golden Vajra Monk who was in the midst of it, was having a hard time.
To be honest, ever since he had practiced Dragon Elephant Art, it had always been him, Golden Vajra Monk, bullying others with his strong physical strength when fighting enemies.
But there's a saying, 'What goes around comes around.'
He didn't expect that today he would end up in a predicament where an insignificant young man whose physical strength was not inferior to his, and even seemed much stronger.
If it weren't for his inner Qi support, he would probably have been unable to bear it by now.
Golden Vajra Monk was having a hard time, but Pei Xuanjing was also no different. In fact, on the contrary, Pei Xuanjing was enjoying it.
Ever since Pei Xuanjing started his martial arts journey, despite facing numerous opponents, he had never had such a satisfying fight, allowing him to release all his power.
He didn't use True Qi anymore, and only relied on the addition of Blood Qi and pure physical strength to attack.
Each punch he threw, his momentum became stronger. Each punch was stronger than the last. Even the sound of his punches alone was enough to make many masters tremble in fear.
He could feel that his comprehension of his Body Refining technique was rapidly improving. Every part of his body, muscles and bones, skin and organs, blood marrow, were being enhanced in this rhythmic fight.
This body refining technique he developed based on Dragon Elephant Art was more compatible with him. Even his blood, which was originally like mercury, was further refined, even if it was just a bit, it was better than his past month's polishing.
It's just a pity!
Pei Xuanjing felt a bit regretful. He knew that this refreshing fight would have to end here.
Because he could clearly feel that Golden Vajra Monk was beginning to struggle. After all, his Dragon Elephant Art had not reached completion, it'd only reached the eighth level, he hadn't truly reached the extreme of Body Refining.
Boom!
When Pei Xuanjing threw his ninth punch, Golden Vajra Monk couldn't hold on anymore.
This punch was Pei Xuanjing's strongest punch, the extreme power combined with abundant Blood Qi, the punch was extremely domineering.
Crack!
This punch exceeded the limit that Golden Vajra Monk could bear. Under this punch, his True Qi, Blood Qi, martial arts aura were all shattered.
The punch landed, even with the protection of the eighth level Dragon Elephant Art, his muscles and bones shattered, his internal organs shifted, and he vomited huge masses of fresh blood as he was sent flying back..
Thud!
The Vajra Monk hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Simultaneously, a scroll flew out from his bosom and conveniently landed in the hands of Pei
Xuanjing.
The words 'Dragon Elephant Art' met his eyes.
Pei Xuanjing fell into deep thought, pondering over one thing: were all the events happening in this illusion merely an illusion, or were they real?
Was the Dragon Elephant Art with seven or eight stages that he had originally obtained from the True Martial Sect obtained in this way?
Hu hu hu…
A sudden silence descended upon Taihe Mountain, not a single bird chirping.
The mountain winds blew fiercely, and no one could believe that the previously conceited Vajra Monk had been defeated so utterly and completely.
There was a strong sense of shock in their eyes as they looked at the youth who was still holding a scroll in one hand, while his other hand was casually behind his back, his robe rustling in the wind.
The other party still had that indifferent look, as if what had just happened was not worth mentioning. The young man's entire attention seemed to have been cast onto the scroll in his hand.
There were no extraordinary moves or reliance on divine weapons, he had simply beaten the infamous Vajra Monk with nothing but pure physical strength.
This man must be a monster!
Someone thought to themselves.
In Martial Arts cultivation, though physical training is considered less demanding and might confer slightly more power compared to the Way of True Qi, physical training has absolutely no shortcuts. Each tiny improvement requires several times the effort compared to the Way of True Qi. Especially the more advanced physical martial studies, it was even more so.
Perhaps some might argue that one could use spiritual materials to aid in the cultivation.
But, for a physical martial study to be fully developed, the spiritual materials and time required could be several times that of the Way of True Qi.
Wouldn't it be more efficient to use those valuable resources to cultivate the Way of True Qi instead of struggling with physical training?
Therefore, most martial artists, even if they learn physical training, their main focus would always be the Way of True Qi, just like the Vajra Monk.
Pei Xuanjing being at such a young age yet possessing overwhelming physical strength, it was hard not to make many doubt if he was a monstrous beast in human form.
Of course, Pei Xuanjing also primarily cultivated the Way of True Qi. It was only because of the existence of a simulator that allowed him to reach such a level in physical training at such a young age.
Even those who were admiring Pei Xuanjing just moments ago, like Master Zhang Zhizhan, began to speculate maliciously. Was the Shenxiao Sect up to something fishy again?
After all, the Shenxiao Sect had earned quite a bad reputation for such things over the course of history.
Danyang Zi looked at the gazes directed at him, feeling somewhat helpless. After all, even he couldn't explain the current situation with Pei Xuanjing.
If he wasn't absolutely certain that his younger martial brother had been following him all along, he almost doubted whether this junior brother of his had been replaced by someone else.
Of course, while feeling helpless, Danyang Zi had absolutely no intention of explaining anything.
In any case, once one's reputation was already bad, a little more wouldn't hurt. The Shenxiao Sect's history was already full of black spots, one more wouldn't matter. Let them speculate however they wanted, if he were to explain, he would be admitting defeat.
Ask, and the answer is this. The Shenxiao Sect is simply that awesome. If you are not convinced, you can have your own talented disciples try cultivating in physical training. Perhaps they might reach this level too.
Seeing Danyang Zi's defiant look, Zhang Zhizhan and the others felt helpless as well. After all, they couldn't really do anything to Danyang Zi. They couldn't just arrest the two martial brothers and interrogate them, could they?
Not to mention whether they could suppress these two brothers and the Shenxiao Sect backing them. Even if they could, they shouldn't act this way.
If they were to do so, what face would the Taoist School have left?
Those bald bandits from the Buddhism School and the Demonic Way would surely be overjoyed.
But they also couldn't just let this matter slide. They would have to negotiate with the Shenxiao Sect and figure out the secrets behind it.
After all, with the current decline of the Shenxiao Sect, they were no longer capable of carrying the banner of the Taoist School. When facing the Buddhism School and the Demonic Way, the responsibility fell upon the other members of the Taoist School.
With this being the case, shouldn't they show some gratitude?
Pei Xuanjing was unaware that due to him revealing his remarkable physical training skills, a series of calculations were taking place among the members of the Taoist School.
He stood there quietly, indifferently watching the Great Yuan National Master releasing a wave of True Qi, alleviating the suffering expression of the Vajra Monk somewhat.
Then, the Great Yuan National Master, Bahe Siba, slowly looked at Pei Xuanjing and commended,
"You, are quite impressive! Perhaps one day, you might attain the realm that I have reached."
As one of the world's supreme beings, even capable of contending for the title of the world's number one with Master Sanfeng, Bahe Siba rarely praised others.
Much less a youth who was barely a fraction of his age.
But this was the way of the martial world, all pretensions aside, in the end, everything came down to power.
Pei Xuanjing's display of power had captured Bahe Siba's full attention. At his level, he would not belittle Pei Xuanjing.
Because he believed that Pei Xuanjing might one day reach his level. If he were to insult Pei Xuanjing now, wouldn't it be a self-insult?
The people who accompanied Bahe Siba, their gazes towards Pei Xuanjing changed.
The Vajra Monk was second only to the National Master among the group. Pei Xuanjing•s defeat of him had left them in shock.
But all of their shock combined did not weigh as much as one word of praise from Bahe Siba..