Chapter 49: A Master's Move

  Hunyuan Holy Hand Duan Ke saw that Eagle Claw Wang Huichong didn't dodge his punch, and thought to himself: "If I land this punch, it will definitely hurt Eagle Claw Wang. Why isn't he dodging?" So, he quickly slowed down.

  Hunyuan Holy Hand Duan Ke had principles in his heart, he thought: since it's agreed to stop at a certain point, coming to Biyuan Temple today is to hone martial arts skills, hurting anyone would be bad. So, whether this punch should be thrown or not, Hunyuan Holy Hand Duan Ke was still hesitating.

  At the moment when Hunyuan Holy Hand's fist was about to land, Eagle Claw King Hui Chong had already seen it coming and felt it too. Compared to his initial move, Hunyuan Holy Hand's punching speed and power had decreased by 50%.

  Eagle Claw King Hui Chong had secretly developed a good impression of Hunyuan Holy Hand Duan, and the change in Hunyuan Holy Hand's behavior earlier was absolutely gentlemanly. Therefore, Eagle Claw King Hui Chong's punch also reduced its power by 50%.

  Duan Gui did not disappoint his title - Mixed Yuan Holy Hand, his fists and feet were swift and fierce, his mind and body moved as one. However, no matter how fast and fierce Duan Gui's fists and feet were, they seemed to be about to hit Master Wang Huichong's body, but in the last second, they were easily dissolved by Master Wang Huichong.

  Hunyuan Holy Hand Duan Ke and Eagle Claw Wang Hui Chong Master exchanged blows, fighting over 50 rounds without a clear winner. In the midst of this, Eagle Claw Wang Hui Chong Master used several strange moves from "Floating Extreme Fist", which left Hunyuan Holy Hand Duan Ke unsure how to counterattack. Thus, Hui Chong realized that "Floating Extreme Fist" was indeed formidable.

  More than 50 rounds of fighting ended in a stalemate, causing Duan Yu to secretly admire him, knowing that his initial worries were unnecessary. Hui Zhong's Eagle Claw Divine Technique was profound and unpredictable, and Duan Yu felt that his own skills were far inferior to Hui Zhong's. Especially after more than 50 rounds, it had become Hui Zhong who was on the offensive, while he was on the defensive, and even somewhat flustered.

  Master Hui Chong, he had already understood the outcome of victory and defeat in his heart. However, as a high-ranking monk who had attained enlightenment, he always considered other people's feelings. He was especially aware that the martial artists who came to challenge him at Biyuan Temple all had a strong desire to win, having just emerged from their training. If they were to lose face, it would be a disaster, and in the future, they might come back year after year to cause trouble for Biyuan Temple. Although he was acting according to principle, he couldn't treat these martial artists who were obsessed with winning as equals. Master Hui Chong thought of all this and intentionally yielded. When Duan Yu's kick came, he deliberately revealed an opening and slowed down his speed while avoiding it, allowing the tip of Duan Yu's foot to brush against his robe. Borrowing the force of Duan Yu's kick, Master Hui Chong rolled backward several times and jumped out of the circle, then bowed his fist to Duan Yu and said: "Duan Xiaoye, I have lost."

  The monks who were watching the martial arts competition outside also saw that when Master Hui Chong was avoiding the kick of Duan Yu, his movements were slightly slower, as if he had been kicked by Duan Yu. They all felt sorry for Master Hui Chong's defeat. Meanwhile, Master Hui Ren, who had been reciting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed, opened them when he heard Master Hui Chong say "I lost". He quickly glanced at the crowd in the hall and smiled peacefully before closing his eyes again to continue reciting his scriptures.

  Duanyuan Station was shocked, he felt that something was impossible: "I didn't even kick Master Huichong, how could he say I lost? In the previous exchange, I only had defensive moves and no counterattack. Master Huichong's internal energy was endless, how could he lose? I understand now, Master Huichong is giving me face and a way out. Otherwise, if Master Huichong were to knock me down here, it would be too embarrassing! Alas, my skills are far inferior to Master Huichong's, and my character is not as good as his either. From now on, I must humbly learn from and ask for guidance from Master Huichong!" With a complex mood, Duanyuan Station returned to his seat.

  Duoming Shusheng Feng Renhao was a seasoned practitioner. In the previous martial arts competition, he clearly saw that his senior brother Duan Ke had already shown signs of decline, and he was considering whether or not to go on stage to assist his senior brother. As a result, the scene from earlier appeared. Feng Renhao knew that this was Master Hui Chong intentionally giving Duan Ke an opportunity to save face, not wanting him to lose dignity.

  The idea of Duoming Sheng Feng Renhao and Hunyuan Saint Hand Duan Ke is not the same. This time, Feng Renhao came to Bisheng Temple, just wanting to defeat Hui Chong, the famous Eagle Claw King, in one battle, making him famous throughout the Jianghu, so that everyone would know his name, Duoming Sheng Feng Renhao, and from then on, he could make a name for himself in the Jianghu and prepare for future dominance of the martial arts world.

  He patted the shoulder of Duan Yu, who had just sat down beside him: "Brother, you watch from the side and see how I defeat him!" As he spoke, Feng Renhe tightened his belt, rolled up his sleeves, and bowed to Master Hui Cong standing in the center of the hall: "Master Hui Cong, your duel with my brother earlier was truly magnificent, it made me itch to join in. It's an honor for me to exchange blows with a renowned monk like you. Now it's my turn to spar with you, please instruct me!"

  Hui Chong master still smiled and said, "Master Feng, you're too polite. What high monk? Those are just rumors spread by people in the martial arts world. I'm just good at a few moves. Practicing martial arts is about understanding its intricacies and depth with each other, it has nothing to do with winning or losing. Master Feng, please stop when you need to."

  "Enough, enough, it's time to show the results. If not, then there's no need to appreciate true skills." Encountering Life and Death Scholar Feng Renhao said as he began to mobilize his energy. When the Qi in his Dantian was released outward, its power and sharpness far surpassed that of Mixture Yuan Saint Duan Ke. The monks watching the martial arts competition all felt an invisible force sweep past them, causing everyone to wipe away sweat for Master Hui Chong.

  Master Hui Chong stood facing Feng Renhe's powerful blow, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. Master Hui Chong didn't make any pre-battle preparations, which was where his martial arts skills surpassed Feng Renhe's. For Feng Renhe to land a punch with a thousand jin of force, he had to constantly circulate the energy from his dantian into his palms and arms, moving the energy according to his will, requiring him to continuously use his mind to push the flow of energy throughout his body. In contrast, Master Hui Chong's qigong skills had reached a level where they followed his heart's desire, with every movement of his hands and feet, true energy moved in accordance with his heart, always protecting his entire body, without any possibility of losing his vital energy. From this point on, it was clear that Master Hui Chong's martial arts skills far surpassed Feng Renhe's.

  Look at Feng Renhao again, the Qi of the Heavenly Cycle has already been opened up, and every move is filled with a thousand jin of force infused by the Yuan Qi. Feng Renhao doesn't speak either, his fists and feet wrapped in a fierce wind, striking towards Master Hui Chong's vital points.

  Master Hui Chong remained calm and composed, effortlessly parrying Feng Renhe's swift and fierce attacks. After a dozen or so moves, Feng Renhe had yet to find an opening in Master Hui Chong's defense. Thirty or more moves passed, and still, Feng Renhe was unable to find a weakness in Master Hui Chong's technique. Feng Renhe realized that if he didn't bring out his signature move, he would be unable to defeat Master Hui Chong within fifty moves. Suddenly, Feng Renhe leapt into the air, executing a swift dive and unleashing the Ghost River Eighteen Strikes. This Ghost River Eighteen Strikes was created by Gu Hezi, who had used this fist technique to conquer all corners of the land, earning him the reputation as the Invincible Ghost River in the martial arts world.

  The ferocious Ghost River Eighteen Moves, as fast as lightning, the essence of eighteen kinds of weapons all unfolded in the fist. Hui Chong had also heard his master say that the Ghost River Eighteen Moves, currently in the martial world, no one can break it, unless they learn "Floating Extreme Fist" to win. Hui Chong also knew that he had been studying Floating Extreme Fist for over twenty years and still couldn't understand some of its essence. Now encountering Ghost River Eighteen Moves, he could only try using the moves of "Floating Extreme Fist".

  Martial arts routines, also known as flower racks, can only become a weapon for actual combat if one grasps the essence of each move and style. Hui Chong's "Floating Extreme Fist" routine encountered Gui He's 18 moves, and the two displayed their skills, fighting together. Suddenly, they heard a loud "ahh", and one of them was knocked to the ground by the other.