The Fist Force, carrying dense True Qi, shot out like a cannonball—its power was staggering.
'This is far more powerful than the Seven Injuries Fist used by the Kongtong Five Elders in Yitian from my past life.'
"Daoist Yu, this young friend's Martial Arts are quite impressive. But why must he clash with Daoist Lin? If Daoist Lin were to accidentally lose control and injure him, it would be an unfortunate affair."
The bald Shaolin monk at his side said suggestively.
Daoist Yu knew Zhao Rui was capable, but he hadn't realized his Qingcheng Martial Arts had become this formidable.
He assumed it was something Elder Ge had taught him.
He was stunned, but also felt a pang of regret. 'If only Elder Ge hadn't been so bound by the old ways and had returned to Qingcheng, none of this would be happening today.'
As for the fight in the Martial Arts Arena, he knew Zhao Rui had other skills at his disposal. Even if he couldn't win, he would be perfectly fine.
