Unfortunately, the Beggars' Sect's rules were such that even though they possessed two great martial arts techniques, only the sect leader could practice them. Even if his martial arts were stronger than the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he would still be defeated by dozens of Shaolin masters.
However, Wu Yazi was much more resilient than the Beggar Clan leader. With the protection of the Northern Darkness True Qi, he was best at fighting against the many with the few. Although Shaolin had many members, only Abbot Chengyi could truly pose a threat to Wu Yazi.
However, things are more complicated for Li Qiushui. Those seven senior monks of the Cheng generation can all threaten her. Moreover, Li Qiushui mainly cultivates the Lesser Formless Skill and the White Rainbow Palm Force, and her mastery of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill is not high. She can't just take a beating like Wu Yazi.
Fortunately, Li Qiushui still had the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), so she wouldn't be unable to hold on, but it would still be difficult for her to defeat the Shaolin monks who were besieging her.
"What kind of skill is it for a bunch of grown men to gang up on a woman? Shouldn't monks stay away from women?" Li Qiushui mocked.
“Martial artists don’t concern themselves with such things. Your martial arts skills are exceptionally high, and in order to protect our temple’s unique skills, we had no choice but to resort to this tactic. If we have offended you in any way, we will accept the punishment after the competition is over,” replied a master of the Cheng generation.
"Is that so? Then wouldn't this humble woman be taken advantage of by all of you masters? You all know where I can and cannot fight, don't you?" Li Qiushui smiled charmingly.
"Uh, this..." The old monks who were besieging Li Qiushui blushed. Although they clearly saw that there was a flaw in Li Qiushui's chest, they did not make a move.
Just then, Li Qiushui gave a wicked smile and broke through the encirclement in an instant. "Those two little monks hiding on the outer perimeter must be quite lonely. I'll go and keep them company!"
There are many people in Shaolin, but their strength varies. The seven Cheng generation are quite troublesome, but the others are not necessarily so, especially the two Ling generation young people. No matter how talented they are, they can't be as talented as her. You have to pick the weakest one!
When the seven eminent monks of the Cheng generation saw Li Qiushui heading towards Lingmen and Lingchong, they were immediately alarmed and hurriedly chased after her.
"Too late!" Li Qiushui unleashed her White Rainbow Palm technique and instantly struck towards Ling Chong.
Ling Chong was not intimidated and directly met the attack with his strongest move, a series of kicks. However, Li Qiushui's real target was not him, but the Lingmen behind her!
The White Rainbow Palm is a cleaving palm that can turn and is difficult to defend against. However, Lingmen sensed it at this moment and instantly leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.
"They dodged quickly." Li Qiushui frowned slightly. Was it a coincidence, or had she misjudged? Were these two juniors skilled in martial arts?
Suddenly, a large foot kicked towards Li Qiushui's face. It was Ling Chong's series of kicks, the attacks were continuous.
Li Qiushui dodged instantly with her Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), then puffed out her chest and said, "Where are your eyes looking? Are they big?"
Ling Chong hurriedly looked away, but the attack of his consecutive kicks was interrupted. Just as he realized the danger and was about to retreat, he saw Li Qiushui's sleeve flick lightly. Immediately afterward, Ling Chong felt a numbness in his knees and the blood rushing backward in his body, causing him to fall to the ground.
Although the Cold Sleeves Flicking Acupoints technique of the Free and Unfettered Sect is far less powerful than other martial arts, it is surprisingly effective against masters of leg techniques.
Just as Li Qiushui was about to deliver a finishing blow to kick Ling Chong out of the game, Lingmen suddenly appeared beside Li Qiushui and unleashed a powerful Vajra Palm!
Li Qiushui neither dodged nor avoided the attack, raising her palm to meet it. Among her peers, apart from her fellow disciples from the Xiaoyao Sect, she didn't think anyone else could rival her.
boom!
When the four palms collided, Li Qiushui's expression changed drastically, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone present was shocked. Li Qiushui had actually lost to Lingmen in a palm strike!
Is the Vajra Palm really that powerful? Even if the Vajra Palm is powerful, the Lingmen shouldn't have such skill at their age!
Abbot Chengyi smiled slightly, "You have lost."
"You're too happy too soon. There's still me." Wu Yazi glanced at Li Qiushui and was somewhat surprised to see her being knocked away by a young monk. He hadn't expected Shaolin to have such an outstanding young disciple. It seemed that Li Qiushui had been careless.
Li Qiushui was sent flying by a palm strike, and then instantly surrounded and fiercely attacked by seven senior monks of the Cheng generation.
However, Li Qiushui was, after all, Xiaoyaozi's top disciple. Although she was severely injured, she did not surrender. Instead, she continued to fight using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), buying time for Wuyazi.
Lingmen calmed his breathing and then joined the attack, besieging Li Qiushui along with seven senior monks of the Cheng generation. The other senior monks of the Xin generation formed a circle around her to prevent her from escaping.
The scales of victory have tipped in Shaolin's favor, and most people believe that Li Qiushui's side will not be able to hold out for long.
“Female benefactor, why be so persistent? You should quickly admit defeat and go outside to heal your wounds,” a senior monk of the Cheng generation advised.
"Stop talking big, you bald monk! If you've got the guts, defeat me!" Li Qiushui finally realized that she had fallen into Shaolin's trap. The two monks of the Ling generation were both bait and surprise troops, especially the one who sparred with her, whose skill seemed to be even more profound than those seven masters of the Cheng generation!
Could it be that this person has mastered the legendary Shaolin martial art, the Yi Jin Jing?
Li Qiushui couldn't think too much at the moment and kept moving around attacking the Shaolin disciples other than the eight people. However, due to the interference of the eight people, Li Qiushui had no chance to deal with any of them.
Even Ling Chong, another disciple of the Ling generation whom they had previously defeated, was now sitting cross-legged in the outer circle, meditating and healing his injuries. He would be able to come and provide support soon.
Li Canghai, mingling among the spectators, was also worried for Li Qiushui, after all, she was her own sister. "God of Wine, could there be a problem with that monk named Lingmen?"
"Him? Probably not. You don't need to worry about your senior brothers and sisters either. In the future I know, they'll both live to be eighty or ninety years old." Hao Jiu originally thought this competition would be another one-sided crushing victory, but he forgot that Shaolin also had the Lingmen.
Lingmen is a legendary figure who became the abbot of Shaolin before he was thirty years old. He is the master of Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin in the main story of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, and a peer whom Tianshan Tonglao highly regards.
Could it be that the reason Tianshan Tonglao looks up to the Lingmen Sect is because the Lingmen Sect taught Li Qiushui a lesson in this competition?
Hao Jiu thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed possible. Even if Lingmen was the leading figure of Shaolin for the next thirty years, Tianshan Tonglao had no reason to praise a monk so highly. But if it was because Lingmen had once punished Li Qiushui, then it would make a lot of sense.
Xiang Yu's divided soul was watching the battle from the battlefield. Chengcheng's practice of the Yi Jin Jing was too tedious and seemed to be going poorly, so Xiang Yu came here.
"Overlord, who do you think will win this duel?" Hao Jiu asked.
"Naturally, the Xiaoyao Sect will win. Didn't you say that the future Langhuan Paradise would be filled with the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts? What's there to doubt?" Xiang Yu replied, watching the battle on Wuyazi's side.
"That's not necessarily true. Even if she loses this competition, Li Qiushui will never give up easily. No matter what means she uses, she will eventually get her hands on the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts."
Hao Jiu sensed that Li Qiushui was truly enraged, and it could potentially lead to someone's death. After all, the current abbot of Shaolin was not Lingmen, and Lingmen was almost thirty years old. It was only a matter of one or two years before he succeeded as abbot.
What puzzled Hao Jiu even more was that although Lingmen's martial arts skills were high, his status and other aspects were not enough to qualify him as the abbot. How did Lingmen become the abbot of Shaolin?
After much thought, there are probably only two reasonable explanations, but regardless of which one, the current abbot must have encountered some kind of accident.
One possibility is that Lingmen made tremendous contributions in this great battle, and no one in Shaolin disagreed. The other possibility is that they were forced into this situation, and all the high monks who were more suitable than Lingmen died!
Xiang Yu was unaware of Hao Jiu's thoughts, but through close observation, he discovered some issues and became even more certain of his guess: "The Xiaoyao Sect will surely win this duel."
On the other side, the viewing platform was filled with eminent monks of the Qian and Cheng generations, most of whom looked relaxed.
"Hehe, that female demon is about to give up."
"Alas~ Senior brother is too attached to appearances. It's not that she's a female demon, but that the female benefactor is about to give up."
"Hahaha……"
"Senior brother, it seems that the strategy of sincerity has worked. His move was indeed brilliant, and our efforts have not been in vain," Qian Su said with a smile.
"Hmm, Cheng Yi has a good eye for people. Lingmen is indeed a promising talent. It was worth it for us to pass on our skills to him, allowing him to have internal strength comparable to the Cheng generation."
Qianxin sighed inwardly. He had lost so much of his power at once, and he was probably not far from passing away. However, he could still smile in the afterlife if he could contribute to the rise of Shaolin before he died.
However, what the Shaolin monks did not know was that the eighteen Shaolin disciples who were besieging Wuyazi, including Abbot Chengyi, were already sweating profusely.
Because from the very beginning of the competition, Wu Yazi's Beiming Divine Skill was at full power. Every time these monks attacked the Beiming True Qi's defense, some of their internal energy was absorbed, and it was being consumed at an accelerating rate, like a frog being slowly boiled in water. By the time they realized it, it was too late.
Just then, Wu Yazi shouted, "Watch out! Abbot Chengyi! Tianshan Six Yang Palm!"
Chapter 419 The Great Calamity
"Watch out! Abbot Chengyi! Tianshan Six Yang Palm!" Wu Yazi kindly warned.
"Friendship first, competition second" is impossible. There's no need to be afraid of killing sincerity with one blow. The other party is, after all, the current abbot of Shaolin. Even if he wanted to kill, it wouldn't be so easy.
But Wu Yazi did just that, as if he had sounded the horn of a counterattack.
Sincerity was not to be neglected, and he quickly raised his palm to meet the attack. However, Wu Yazi turned around and attacked the other two Xin-generation disciples who were trying to sneak attack him.
Bang! Bang!
The two were instantly sent flying by Wu Yazi's slap. Cheng Yi rushed to their rescue, but was too late; Wu Yazi had already attacked the other two targets.
In just a dozen breaths, a whole bunch of the Xin generation disciples on Abbot Chengyi's side had already collapsed!
Abbot Chengyi was extremely anxious and tried his best to unleash his ultimate technique, the Great Vajra Pestle, but Wuyazi still managed to dodge it with his Lingbo Steps, and the situation was reversed in an instant.
The high monks on the viewing platform all stood up, their faces filled with horror. They hadn't expected things to go wrong on Cheng Yi's side. "How could this be!"
"Lingmen! Hold Li Qiushui back! A few of us will go and support the abbot!" The seven Cheng-generation experts who were besieging Li Qiushui immediately rushed over to support Cheng Yi when they saw the crisis on his side.
The reason is that Li Qiushui's method of delaying time is extremely effective. With so many of them, they have no chance of subduing Li Qiushui in a short time. It would be better to put this aside for the time being and instead help the abbot launch a fierce attack on Wuyazi.
To be honest, facing a woman, and such a beautiful one at that, the monks really didn't want to kill her, and they were somewhat unable to unleash their full power.
“Alright! Leave this to me!” Lingmen gritted his teeth and agreed, then continued to besiege Li Qiushui with the other Xin-generation experts.
"How arrogant!" After the seven people left, Li Qiushui felt much less pressured. Taking advantage of the Shaolin formation being in disarray, she drew her jade staff and unleashed the move "No Dogs Under Heaven"!
Lingmen's palm struck empty air. "Not good! Retreat quickly!"
Boom boom boom...
Ahhh...
Aside from Lingmen, who reacted quickly and dodged the attack, the other six disciples of the Xin generation were already on the ground groaning.
“Master, that’s the Dog-Beating Stick Technique! They’ve misspoke!” Wang Jiantong pointed at Li Qiushui and shouted angrily.
Jiang Kuang frowned. "Don't talk nonsense. They just got the Dog-Beating Stick Technique manual yesterday. How could they have mastered the most difficult 'Dog-Free World' move in just one day? But that move really does look like it..."
The seven experts of the Cheng generation had just arrived to provide support for Abbot Chengyi when they saw that there was also a problem behind them. However, it was too late to go back at this point, and Abbot Chengyi's side was clearly in a greater crisis.
"Everyone be careful. We don't know what kind of martial arts this person is using. Fighting him depletes our internal energy extremely quickly. Otherwise, how could we have... Sigh! You stall for a moment, I need to recover before we continue the fight." Cheng Yi is currently feeling a bit weak and needs to rest.
Li Qiushui spotted the Shaolin abbot meditating over there at a glance. "Heh, restoring your internal energy isn't that easy."
But just as Li Qiushui was about to rush over and deliver a White Rainbow Palm to Abbot Chengyi, she was blocked by Lingmen.
"Everyone, there's no need to gang up on her. Just block her and prevent her from interfering with the abbot's side. Hold her off and give me enough time. I'm sure I can defeat her!"
When Lingmen saw that their numbers had dwindled so much that they couldn't even set up the Eighteen Arhats Formation, the formation's power was greatly reduced. If they didn't change their strategy, they feared they would be defeated by the enemy's "Under Heaven Without Dogs".
However, Li Qiushui was relentless and used the Dog-Beating Stick Technique to chase and attack the Shaolin monks. Although Lingmen was able to match Li Qiushui, his lightness skill was not up to par, and he could only watch helplessly.
Wang Jiantong's mouth dropped open. "Master, you still say this isn't the Dog-Beating Stick Technique? But the Dog-Beating Stick Technique she used seems even more powerful than yours!"
"Shut up!" Jiang Kuang raised his hand and flicked Wang Jiantong on the head. He was also confused. He was sure that he had never passed on the Dog-Beating Staff Technique before. Could it be that his masters and grandmasters violated the gang rules and passed it on to outsiders? But that doesn't make sense. If the other party already had the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, how could they have given up the Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms?
"Beating the dog with a stick! Hehehe..." Li Qiushui finally vented her anger and soon took down all the Xin-generation experts on this side, leaving only the Lingmen.
"I won't let you pass. If you have the guts, don't run away. Fight me fair and square!" Lingmen was covered in sweat and couldn't keep up with Li Qiushui's pace no matter how hard he tried.
"Hehe, then I'll play along with you. Anyway, my husband's side is about to win." Before Li Qiushui finished speaking, she unleashed a White Rainbow Palm strike.
Lingmen was about to turn around when he realized something was wrong. He quickly dodged the attack and then used his Vajra Palm to attack Li Qiushui.
At this moment, all the Xin-generation masters on the field have lost their fighting ability, Wu Yazi is surrounded by eight Cheng-generation masters, and Li Qiushui is fighting one-on-one with Lingmen.
The screen was originally filled with Shaolin monks, but now only nine remain. For Shaolin, the situation is more severe than ever before.
Li Qiushui was also acting out of spite, determined to teach the Lingmen a lesson. However, she had suffered a great loss in her previous clash with the Lingmen, and the ten Xin-generation experts she had just defeated had also taken a toll on her. She could only manage a draw with the Lingmen.
However, the outcome of the battle between Lingmen and Li Qiushui is no longer of great significance to the overall competition.