Upon hearing this, Kongzhi's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Zhang Wuxia, why do you slander my Shaolin Sect? In front of all the heroes of the world, how can you allow your words to so easily tarnish Shaolin's reputation?"
Zhang Cuishan laughed heartily: "I have already made myself very clear. He is none other than Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand, who has disguised himself and joined your Shaolin Temple. Your Shaolin Temple's failure to ascertain his identity is already a crime of negligence!"
"Now that I have identified him, the master is still trying to protect him. This makes it hard not to question the Shaolin Temple's nationalist stance!"
"Is Shaolin truly the great sect and leader of the martial arts world that is cherished by millions of Han people for thousands of years, or is it merely a lackey and lapdog of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty?"
By the end, Zhang Cuishan was furious. He shouted, "Master, if you don't give me a clear answer, not only will I, Zhang Cuishan, not the heroes of the world let you go. I'm afraid that today you will all be stained with blood on Bright Peak."
A buzzing sound rang in the ears of the monk Kongzhi, and his face turned pale. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The change was so rapid that before anyone present could react, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
Soon, Shaolin Temple transformed from a sacred place of martial arts in the Central Plains into a criminal force that sheltered the villain Cheng Kun.
The crowd erupted in uproar!
"Shaolin Temple protecting Cheng Kun? That's highly unlikely."
"Wait a minute, isn't there a saying in Buddhism, 'Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot'? If you're going to say they're harboring filth and evil, that's somewhat plausible..."
What you're saying... makes sense!
The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their gazes toward the Shaolin monks becoming strange.
Upon witnessing this scene, Kongzhi's eyelids twitched.
By standing on the moral high ground, they smear the enemy and strike them psychologically.
Zhang Cuishan had mastered this combination of punches quite well, and Xiao Ning smiled, very satisfied with Zhang Cuishan's performance.
Seeing Zhang Cuishan display his great power, Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu both had their eyes shining with admiration.
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Chapter 59: Confrontation with Shaolin [Happy Valentine's Day!]
In the arena, the monk Kongzhi, who was already hot-tempered, saw Zhang Cuishan make sarcastic remarks and throw a bucket of dirty water on Shaolin Temple.
Kongzhi could hardly contain himself and immediately shouted, "What good is all that talk, you brat surnamed Zhang? Let's settle this with fists and kicks!"
Zhang Cuishan laughed heartily: "What, you resort to violence when you can't win an argument? Is this the legacy of your thousand-year-old sect? Truly shameless!"
"Since that's the case, then bring it on! Do you think I, Zhang Cuishan, am afraid of you?"
Zhang Cuishan slowly stretched out his hand, assuming a fighting stance, and beckoned to Kong Zhi with his finger, his attitude extremely arrogant.
"A word to the wise is unnecessary; this old monk is eager to learn from Master Zhang's extraordinary skills!"
Kongzhi turned his head and exchanged a glance with Kongxing, and they immediately understood each other's intentions.
The two men stepped forward simultaneously, flanking Zhang Cuishan from the left and right, creating the appearance of an encirclement.
Such behavior goes without saying; it shows a complete lack of shame and caused an uproar among the crowd.
"Damn it, those old monks from Shaolin Temple are shameless!"
"It's a shame that people in the martial arts world call my Holy Sect a demonic sect. You Shaolin monks are the real demons, aren't you? You are utterly shameless!"
"Pah, you're shameless!"
Upon seeing this, the Ming Cult disciples behind them began to curse loudly.
Seeing this, Zhang Cuishan knew exactly what they were planning. However, he had already witnessed the shamelessness of these old monks at Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday celebration, so he was not surprised at all.
Immediately, Zhang Cuishan burst into laughter, his expression eager to try: "Come on, bring it on!"
Two is fine, what are you afraid of?
My martial uncle beat you up back then, so there's no reason why I, Zhang Cuishan, can't beat you up too?
"Take this!"
Zhang Cuishan's expression turned serious. He took a small step back, slightly bent his right palm, and unleashed a "Double Dragons Attack" move, striking at the two men.
It looked as if he was taking on two people by himself, his fighting spirit soaring.
Kongzhi is no ordinary person. He possesses eleven of the seventy-two Shaolin arts, and his internal and external skills are both top-notch. He is one of the top masters in Shaolin Temple.
Seeing Zhang Cuishan's palm strike coming, he roared, "Well done!"
He formed his hands into claws and immediately grabbed at Zhang Cuishan. This grab was truly extraordinary, as swift as the wind. It seemed that the power of his attack was even more profound than that of Kongxing, who specialized in the Dragon Claw Hand.
Just as Kongzhi made his move, Kongxing on the other side also moved, making almost the same move as Kongzhi, and used the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand to grab Zhang Cuishan.
"boom!"
As their palms and claws clashed, the profound internal forces contained within them collided, creating a thunderous roar in the air.
A strong gust of wind emanated from the three people and spread rapidly in all directions.
As the aftershocks of the three's battle rippled outwards, the onlookers involuntarily retreated until they were dozens of feet away, at which point the aftershocks gradually disappeared.
The moment their hands clashed, all three felt an immense force emanating from the other's hand, causing them great alarm.
Among the spectators, Abbess Miejue's expression changed drastically upon seeing Zhang Cuishan's attack: "The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms... How is this possible..."
After Zhang Cuishan tentatively struck out with one palm, he immediately followed up with a second palm strike, "Dragon Fights in the Wild!" He was relentless in his pursuit of the advantage.
Kongzhi and Kongxing had no time to think and had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the challenge.