"Judging from what this young hero is saying, does your Wudang Sect intend to monopolize the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"
This is the essence of the saying "to kill someone is to destroy their spirit"!
"Ha! How utterly absurd!"
Xiao Ning laughed in anger: "Back then, the Dragon-Slaying Saber was first obtained by my third nephew, and he suffered such a miserable end because of this saber!"
"From both a moral and logical standpoint, what's wrong with our Wudang Sect taking the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"
"What, are you implying, old monk, that Wudang is unworthy? Or does Shaolin think it is?"
"you…"
Kongzhi was furious. With a loud slap, he slammed his hand on the wooden table in front of him. With a "crack", all four legs of the table broke off, and the wooden pieces on the tabletop flew everywhere and shattered instantly. This slap was truly astonishing in its power.
Among the four great monks of Shaolin, Kongjian was compassionate, but unfortunately he had already passed away; Kongwen was extremely shrewd and never showed his emotions; Kongxing was muddle-headed, innocent and carefree, and ignorant of worldly affairs; Kongzhi, however, was narrow-minded and could not bear Xiao Ning's taunts.
He immediately flew into a rage and said, "You sharp-tongued brat, you have no respect for your elders and are arrogant and conceited. Let this humble monk have a go at you!"
"This humble monk is about to make a move, be careful!"
After saying that, he took a step forward, thrust out his fist, and swung it at Xiao Ning. His aura surged, revealing the full extent of his ninth-level acquired realm power.
"Haha! If you can't win an argument, you resort to violence. Is this the style of the Shaolin Temple, the grandmasters of martial arts? I've truly seen something new today!"
"snort!"
Seeing the monk Kongzhi strike down like a mountain collapsing, Xiao Ning snorted coldly. In an instant, everyone present felt as if they had been hit hard in the chest with a hammer, and their vision went black.
Kong Zhi, who was coming head-on, was the first to be hit. He felt a "buzz" and found that his mind became dizzy. He involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood, which was due to serious internal injuries.
His offensive momentum faltered for a moment, but due to inertia, he still charged towards Xiao Ning.
"Go back!"
With a flick of his sleeve, Xiao Ning unleashed a tremendous force that sent Kong Zhi flying back as if he were swatting away a fly.
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Chapter 22 He slipped away with his tail between his legs.
Kong Zhi, who had been charging forward like a raging beast, was abruptly stopped by Xiao Ning's flick of his wrist, and in the next instant, he flew backward in the direction he had come from.
Upon seeing this, Kong Wen and Kong Xing, who were about ten feet behind them, both changed their expressions drastically. In a flash, they involuntarily mustered all their strength and stretched out their palms, trying to catch Kong Zhi who was flying towards them.
Little did they know that the moment they made contact with Kongzhi, an unimaginable force emanated from Kongzhi, striking them like a blow from across a mountain.
Several "crackling" sounds rang out as Kongwen and Kongxing's four arms were broken in two by the immense force.
"ah!"
The three of them cried out in pain at the same time, their bodies flying backwards, landing dozens of feet away just in front of the Zhenwu Hall.
Everyone present stared in disbelief at Xiao Ning, who stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the hall, his lips red, teeth white, and eyebrows delicate and handsome.
For a moment, no one dared to breathe, and the scene became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
After the three of them were sent flying, the other Shaolin monks immediately surrounded them, helping them up, stopping the bleeding, giving them medicine, and even channeling their internal energy to heal their injuries.
For a moment, hundreds of people in the hall watched this scene in silence, still processing this explosive moment and unable to recover for a long time.
In the blink of an eye, Kongzhi, one of the four great monks of Shaolin, was sent flying backward, while the other two monks, Kongwen and Kongxing, were also knocked away by the residual force. All three fell to the ground, seriously injured.
The cause of this victory was a mere young man from Wudang Mountain.
"hiss!"
Although most of the people present did not see the fight clearly, it did not stop them from being filled with boundless horror.
The four great monks of Shaolin Temple have been renowned throughout the world for decades. They are unparalleled masters who play a pivotal role in the martial arts world and can be considered the top combat force of Shaolin Temple.
However, he has now suffered a crushing defeat on Mount Wudang, his reputation ruined, becoming the first stepping stone for this junior martial uncle of Wudang as he entered the martial world.
No wonder he was so arrogant just now; he has such earth-shattering skills.
That's true. When capable people are arrogant, it's called personality.
Arrogance in someone who lacks ability is just plain stupid.
Thinking of this, the gazes of the assembled heroes toward Xiao Ning were filled with complex and inexplicable emotions, including shock, fear, admiration, and a hint of excitement.
They were both terrified of Xiao Ning's cultivation level, but deep down, many of them were also excited that someone was challenging Shaolin Temple's status as the leading authority!
"Cough cough..."
After an unknown amount of time, a muffled cough broke the silence; it was Abbot Kongwen's voice.
After several disciples of the Yuan generation performed some rituals, Kong Wen finally regained his senses. He opened his eyes and weakly uttered two words: "Return to the mountain!"
Yuanyin, Yuanye, and the others clasped their hands together and said, "We will respectfully obey the abbot's decree!"
Yuan Yin, the leader, bowed to the crowd and said, "I apologize, everyone, but Shaolin will have to retreat first!"
He turned to look at the god-like and demon-like figure in the hall, opened his mouth, his face full of bitterness, thought for a moment, and said, "Master Zhang, Master Xiao, it was our Shaolin who was impolite on this trip. We will come to apologize to you two masters in the future!"
Leaving behind a perfunctory remark, Yuan Yin waved her hand and said, "Let's go!"
A group of Shaolin monks hurriedly lifted the three Shaolin monks and filed out, leaving the Zhenwu Hall in the blink of an eye.
As a martial arts master, the Shaolin Temple group suffered a loss they couldn't bear to utter, and hurriedly left without leaving a single harsh word.