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Chapter 112, 127: Murong Bo, you're courting death! [Seeking monthly votes!]

night.

Guest rooms in a restaurant in Dengfeng County.

Lu Chen was drinking wine and eating snacks with Huang Rong when suddenly his ear twitched slightly. He looked up at the roof, took out a chess piece, flicked it with his finger, and the chess piece shot out, hitting a hole in the roof tile.

Yes, the force was strong, but the accuracy was a bit lacking due to the roof, and the shot went astray.

But it also startled the person who was squatting on the roof, preparing to lift the tiles and peek inside.

The chess piece flew past the man's cheek, the fierce wind tore his mask, and even shaved off a tuft of his hair.

"..."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the man's forehead, and a flash of shame and anger suddenly crossed his eyes. He raised his hand and slammed it heavily onto the roof tile.

boom!
In the guest room.

Seeing Lu Chen suddenly flick his finger and shoot a chess piece, Huang Rong immediately focused her ears and listened intently, and also heard a faint sound from the roof.

At this moment, Lu Chen suddenly swept his sleeve, and a gentle force immediately fell on Huang Rong.

Huang Rong, as if by telepathy, lightly touched the floor with her toes and, using the gentle force Lu Chen exerted, slid backward, chair and all, until she reached the corner of the wall, away from the table.

Just as Huang Rong slid away...

The roof exploded with a loud bang, sending a shower of rubble crashing down.

Amidst flying tiles and billowing dust, an old man in a gray robe with a full head of white hair swooped down, his body hanging upside down. In mid-air, he struck down with a powerful and unparalleled palm strike from a distance, aimed directly at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen also unleashed a palm strike upwards, and the two invisible palm forces, like raging waves, collided in mid-air, exploding with a thunderous roar and creating a surging shockwave.

The shockwave swept across the room like a whirlwind, clearing away the falling debris and dust, leaving the interior a mess.

"You scoundrel, you've certainly got some nerve!"

The old man snorted coldly, and using the shockwave from the collision of the two palm strikes in mid-air, he slid sideways and landed steadily on the ground.

As soon as he landed, he lightly stomped on the floor, his figure closing in on Lu Chen, his palms conjuring countless palm shadows, enveloping Lu Chen like a net.

The Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, the Thousand-Leaf Hand of Great Compassion.

However, the old man in the gray robe used the Thousand Leaf Hand without any "mercy". His palm force was fierce and sharp, revealing his killing intent. It seemed that he wanted to blast Lu Chen into pieces.

Lu Chen raised both palms together and unleashed the "Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm," responding with an equally complex palm technique that created a flurry of palm shadows. The two palms collided continuously in the air, producing a series of thunderous sounds.

The gray-robed old man launched a dozen or so attacks in one go, but when he saw that he could not shake Lu Chen's defensive posture at all, he was greatly surprised. Suddenly, the complex and exquisite Thousand Leaf Hands changed into the "Great Vajra Palm".

The Shaolin Vajra Palm technique is powerful and vigorous, with each strike possessing the power to shatter stone. If an ordinary master dared to take the blow head-on, after three or five strikes, they would probably have their arm bones cracked and blood spill from their mouth and nose.

However, Lu Chen not only steadily withstood ten consecutive Vajra Palm strikes from the gray-robed elder, but even returned the blow with a palm strike of his own.

The old man in the gray robe didn't take it seriously.

He had already tested the boy and found that although his martial arts skills were superb and far beyond his age, his strength was still limited by his age and he was still a notch weaker than him.

But when he casually struck out with his palm to meet Lu Chen's counterattack, he was astonished to discover that Lu Chen's palm power also contained his own Vajra Palm power. The two combined to nearly double Lu Chen's palm power.

Caught off guard, the gray-robed old man felt an overwhelming force of palm strike crashing down on him, causing not only the meridians in his arm to swell and feel like they were about to burst, but also his internal organs to churn and his true energy to become unstable.

"The stars shift and the seasons change?"

The old man was greatly shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Fortunately, he was also an expert at shifting force.

Furthermore, his cultivation of "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions" was far superior to that of Murong Fu and Lu Chen. Just before the palm force was about to truly injure his internal organs, he actually managed to redirect the palm force back and blast it back at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. "This old guy dares to fight me to the death?"
You're courting death!
I'll have a go at "Shifting Stars and Stars" with you and see how you use this divine skill!
Without hesitation, he took the rebounding palm force head-on, and then immediately shifted his position to counterattack.

Thus, Lu Chen's right palm and the old man's right palm seemed to be stuck together, as if they were competing in internal strength. However, the situation at this moment was actually more dangerous than competing in internal strength.

Because a palm strike was repeatedly bouncing between the two.

And with each rebound, an additional layer of palm force is added.

At first, Lu Chen's response was only a palm strike that was almost doubled.

When the old man rebounded, he added some of his palm strike force, increasing the palm strike power by another 30%. Lu Chen rebounded again, with the force increasing by another 30%...

After repeated rebounds, the palm force had increased to more than three times that of Lu Chen's palm force!
With Lu Chen's current skill level, what terrifying force would his palm strike, which is more than three times stronger?

After once again forcefully deflecting the palm strike, the gray-robed old man's right palm was already ripped open, blood gushing out, and the ripped wounds were so deep that bone could be seen. The exposed finger and palm bones were also covered with fine cracks!

When Lu Chen faced the old man's palm strike rebounding again, he did not hesitate and deflected the force back. The old man finally could not withstand it and roared, detonating the palm strike that had expanded to the point of being immovable with the determination of a hero cutting off his own arm.

Bang!
With a loud bang, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the old man's entire right hand was blown to pieces, with fragments of his hand bones scattering like shrapnel.

Lu Chen's hand trembled and fell down, his body drifting backward.

As he retreated, he repeatedly waved his sleeves, sweeping away the spurting blood and flesh, his face expressionless, as if his right hand was unharmed.

The old man used his left hand and fingers to press several acupoints on his right wrist to stop the bleeding.

He looked at his bare right wrist, then at Lu Chen's hand, which was hanging down and appeared perfectly intact. His eyes twitched slightly, his gaze filled with disbelief.

But he still spoke in a hoarse voice:

"An old man's strength doesn't depend on his bones and muscles. My bones and muscles are not as strong as yours, and I've broken one of my hands. But with my skill, even my palm is shattered, so I don't believe you're unharmed! Your hand must have all the bones and muscles broken, and the meridians severed!"
"Celestial Sword? Hmph! Will you still be able to wield a sword in the future? I am old and frail. I will sacrifice one of my hands to save your promising future, young man. It's worth it to ruin your martial arts career!"

Lu Chen chuckled softly:
"Murong Bo, are you trying to save face by force?"

He raised his right arm, looked at his right hand which was temporarily unable to exert force, and laughed:

"Believe it or not, by tomorrow's Shaolin tournament, this hand of mine will be able to move freely again? And it will still be able to perform the 'Star Shift' technique and compete with others?"

"impossible!"

The gray-robed elder was none other than Murong Bo. His eyes were cold and fierce as he glared at Lu Chen.

"I know your injuries better than anyone. You won't even be able to hold chopsticks in the future. How can you expect to recover overnight? Don't be so arrogant!"

Lu Chen smiled, not wanting to provoke the old man any further, and moved swiftly, closing in on him:

"If we can't use our right hand, we can use our left. We can even use flying kicks! Come on, let's have another battle and let me see your 'Star-Shifting Strike' again!" "You little brat, where did you learn your 'Star-Shifting Strike' from?"

"you guess?"

Although Murong Bo lost his right hand, which diminished his martial arts skills, he could still use his left hand to perform various unique techniques. His fists, palms, fingers, and claws were versatile, and he unleashed a variety of fierce killing moves. He also used his leg techniques and knee strikes from time to time.

His leg and knee attacks were sometimes like iron whips, sometimes like great axes, and sometimes like heavy hammers. Each strike was exquisite and powerful.

However, Lu Chen was not to be outdone.

His left-handed skills were also incredibly varied, including fists, palms, fingers, claws, and legs. While his unarmed skills were not as extensive as Murong Bo's, and his techniques were not as refined, Lu Chen used his hands as swords and unleashed a sword technique that was unparalleled in the world. This was enough to deal with Murong Bo's ever-changing and fierce attacks.

This was because he wanted to learn more about Murong Bo's application of "Shifting Stars".

Otherwise, even if Murong Bo's skill surpassed his and his mastery of the Star Shift technique was far superior, once the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" was unleashed, he still wouldn't be able to get close to him.

After exchanging hundreds of moves in that small room, Murong Bo became increasingly alarmed, feeling as if his martial arts skills held no secrets against this young man.

It seems that no matter how he changes his moves, this kid can always see through his subsequent moves and even catch the flaws in his techniques.

Therefore, even though his skill was superior to that kid's and his martial arts were more extensive, he was still hesitant and unable to gain the upper hand in the fight!
After another battle, Murong Bo suddenly felt his inner energy becoming restless, and his head was also slightly dizzy.

Lately, I don't know if it's because of his age or what, but he keeps experiencing some unpleasant symptoms.

At this moment, he was seriously injured and had fought with all his might for nearly a thousand moves. He felt that his body could no longer withstand it, so he immediately took Lu Chen's palm strike head-on, used the force to drift away, and then used a "Canhe Finger" to shoot an invisible finger force towards Huang Rong, who was watching the battle from the corner of the wall.

Lu Chen was unsure if Huang Rong could withstand the finger strike, so he dodged it and blocked it. Murong Bo took the opportunity to smash through the window and leap out of the guest room.

Lu Chen chuckled, his figure flashed again, and he followed Murong Bo as he flew away, laughing heartily:
"Murong Bo, you've finally shown up, wouldn't it be a shame to leave so soon? Why don't you stay!"

When he said this, he deliberately used his internal energy to amplify his voice, so that his words could be heard throughout half of the county. Afterwards, he did not rush to catch up, but simply followed Murong Bo at a leisurely pace.

With his lightness skill, Murong Bo had no chance of escaping.

The reason they didn't chase after him was simply to make that old bastard Murong Bo a public enemy, a rat that everyone wanted to beat.

Sure enough, upon hearing Lu Chen's words, a large part of Dengfeng County erupted in cheers, with countless people shouting:

"Murong Bo? Has that scoundrel Murong Bo finally shown himself?"

Where is Murong Bo?

Tomorrow is the martial arts tournament, and the entire town of Dengfeng is filled with martial arts practitioners who have come to participate in the Shaolin tournament.

Upon hearing that Murong Bo, the treacherous villain who spread false information thirty years ago in an attempt to incite war between the Song and Liao dynasties, was here, people immediately opened their doors and windows or rushed out into the streets to search for Murong Bo's location.

Even though it was nighttime, with so many eyes searching, Murong Bo quickly found himself exposed.

"Murong Bo is there! Someone is chasing him!"

"Murong Bo, you shameless scoundrel, you despicable villain, take this!"

A senior member of his sect had participated in the Battle of Yanmen Pass thirty years ago. Although he died at the hands of Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Yuanshan was an innocent victim who was surrounded and killed. He was not responsible for killing in self-defense. Therefore, he could only blame Murong Bo for the hatred. The hero roared and leaped up, slashing at Murong Bo with his sword.

Murong Bo would not take such an unknown nobody seriously. Even though he was seriously injured and in poor condition, he calmly waved his sleeve, and the long sword immediately changed direction, striking the hero's neck with even more force than before.

Just as the hero was about to be "treated in the same way," a chess piece flew in from the side, shattering the long sword in two with a clang.

The hero, still shaken, glanced at Lu Chen, who was leisurely pursuing them, and said gratefully:
"Thank you for saving me, young hero!"

As they spoke, several more people shouted and attacked, but Murong Bo easily knocked them down. However, he was wary of Lu Chen behind him and did not dare to fight back with all his might, lest he slow down his speed. Those martial artists were only injured but not killed.

"A bunch of useless trash, you think you can stop me, Murong Bo?"

Murong Bo snorted coldly and was about to continue his escape when a fierce, angry roar came from afar:

"Mu-rong-bo!"

When he spoke, the man was still more than ten feet away, yet he still managed to unleash a palm strike from a great distance.

Murong Bo merely chuckled and said that the man had lost his mind.

This is because in this world, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can never hit a target more than five zhang away with a palm strike from a distance.

Let alone palm strikes, even the renowned Six Meridians Divine Sword, when its sword energy is released, cannot travel more than five zhang.

Therefore, he did not take the palm strike from the person more than ten feet away seriously.

Unexpectedly, as the man flew forward, he unleashed a series of palm strikes, one after another, each strike adding to the previous one. When he flew more than four zhang away, the palm strikes transformed into a tsunami-like torrent, accompanied by a thunderous sound as it swept towards him. Before the palm strikes even reached him, the fierce wind pressure caused Murong Bo to feel a tightness in his chest and a sensation of suffocation.

Murong Bo was shocked and dared not be negligent any longer. He raised his left palm and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the street pavers shattered, pebbles flew everywhere, and a strong wind swept through the air.

Several martial artists who were rushing over to try to intercept Murong Bo were swept in the face by the strong wind and staggered backward, falling to the ground.

Murong Bo, who received the palm strike, also let out a muffled groan, his face turned pale, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered back three steps, his hand trembling as if in a spasm.

At this moment, someone recognized the burly man who had begun to unleash his palm strikes from a distance of several dozen feet, and exclaimed in surprise:
"It's Qiao Feng!"

"What? Qiao Feng?"

Qiao Feng had a deep-seated grudge against Murong Bo, so it was only natural for him to intervene and stop Murong Bo at this time.

With Lu Chen behind him and Qiao Feng in front of him, how could Murong Bo dare to stop? He barely managed to regulate his breathing, then turned and ran without a word.

Qiao Feng clasped his hands and nodded to Lu Chen, who was walking leisurely behind him, and then roared angrily:
"Murong Bo, don't leave!"

They continued their pursuit of Murong Bo.

Murong Bo did his best to flee for his life. Several people attacked him along the way, but Murong Bo dared not linger. He used the "Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill" to deflect their attacks and continued to flee for his life.

As they fled, a monk ahead clasped his hands together, chanted "Amitabha," and then glared angrily, roaring:
"Murong Bo, give me back my senior brother Xuanbei's life!"

As he spoke, he unleashed a "Vajra Pestle" attack towards Murong Bo's chest.

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