Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 561 Catching the Fist!

Forbidden area in the back mountains of Shaolin.

Ding An slowly walked into the arena and looked around. The gazes of the four old monks also fell on him at the same time.

Xuan Ci was over fifty years old, with a fair complexion and blue beard, and a peaceful demeanor; Xuan Nan had white eyebrows and a white beard, and a smiling face; Xuan Du had thin eyebrows and large eyes, and a resolute expression.

The last one, Xuan Cheng, had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a thick beard, a tall and imposing figure, and a dignified bearing.

Ding'an seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked, "Master Xuancheng, weren't you paralyzed a long time ago?"

Xuan Cheng smiled slightly and said loudly, "May Buddha have mercy and help me recover."

Ding An was very surprised and turned to ask, "Xu Zhu, how long has Master Xuan Cheng been paralyzed?"

Xu Zhu scratched his head and clasped his hands together: "It should be more than twenty years."

"So long?" Ding An exclaimed in surprise, turning to look at him seriously. "You don't need to do... what was Shao Yang called it? Right! Rehabilitation training?"

Xuan Cheng paused for a moment, then slowly said, "The Buddha's teachings are boundless."

Ding An tilted his head and thought for a moment, sniffed, walked up to him, and waved his prosthetic hand at his face.

This was as easy as child's play; it didn't even stir the corner of the other person's clothes.

Xu Zhu thought he was just playing around and was about to laugh out loud when Xuan Cheng's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly put his hands together in prayer.

With a sharp crack, the sleeve ripped open, and cotton wadding flew out like snowflakes falling to the ground.

The other three monks were shocked to see this. Xuandu shouted, "A sneak attack to injure people, how treacherous!" He leaped up and swung his right palm.

Ding An blocked with his palm, and with a loud thud, Xuan Du's whole body trembled, his arm went numb, and he was shocked: "His kung fu is stronger than before!" He couldn't help but take several steps back and lean against the wall.

"Benefactor of Ding'an, be careful!"

Xuan Nan's voice came, and he suddenly stepped forward, striking the lower abdomen with his palm.

Ding An had no time to dodge. He pressed down on the incoming palm with his left arm, and his prosthetic hand suddenly extended, flicking a finger at Xuan Nan's forehead while shouting, "Flick your forehead!"

Xuan Nan saw his steel prosthetic arm bounce off as if it were child's play, but if he were actually hit, he was afraid his brain would really "screw out"!

He immediately crouched down and headbutted Ding An in the chest.

This act defied common sense, yet it skillfully combined offense and defense to avert the crisis.

boom!
Ding An was forced back a step by the force of the impact, a burst of blue energy emanating from his body. He exclaimed in surprise, "Iron Head Skill?"

“Besides being skilled in ‘Finger Flicking’, Junior Brother Xuan Nan is also adept at Iron Head Kung Fu,” Xuan Ci’s voice rang out beside him.

Ding An suddenly shifted his body to the side and swung his palm towards Xuan Ci's direction.

Xuan Ci chuckled, having anticipated this move. He suddenly lunged forward, slipping under Ding An's armpit, his hand moving like a dragon as he pressed against Ding An's chest, shouting, "Go!"

Ding'an was struck by his "Vajra Palm" and rolled three zhang away. The door frame was smashed to pieces by his powerful slam.

This change happened incredibly fast.

Upon seeing this, Xu Zhu was dumbfounded: "The martial arts of my grandmaster and the others have actually reached such a level!"

"Good palm skills!"

Ding An shouted loudly, stood in the courtyard, and casually tore off his tattered black robe, revealing a bronze-colored body with a dragon swimming behind him, which looked quite magical.

The monks were all astonished: "This man was first struck by 'Iron Head Kung Fu' and then hit by Abbot Xuanci's 'Great Vajra Palm,' yet he is completely unharmed? What kind of creation is this body made of?"

"Amitabha." Xuan Cheng chanted a Buddhist prayer. "Benefactor Ding'an, your skill is truly remarkable." As he spoke, golden light shone around him, and in a flash, he threw a punch.

Upon seeing his menacing approach, Ding'an stretched out his prosthetic arm to the side, encircling a tree the size of his embrace, and shouted, "Rise!"

The massive tree, weighing a thousand pounds, was snapped in two with a snap. With a backhand swing, whoosh! It hurtled straight toward Xuan Cheng.

Xuancheng faced the tree directly; the strong wind made his monk's robes flutter loudly, yet it was rushing straight towards him.

Click!

The tree seemed to be sliced ​​in two by a sharp blade. Xuan Cheng closed in, braced himself with both hands, and delivered another punch.

Seeing this, Ding An chuckled and said, "Come on, let's see who's tougher!" He stretched out his left hand, grabbed one half of the tree, and with his other hand, he held the other half. As the fire ignited, it was as if he was holding two giant torches.

Aiming at Xuan Cheng's golden bald head, he delivered a "Double Peaks Piercing the Ears" strike!
boom!
Flames erupted, and the ground suddenly sank.

Ding An retreated ten or so steps, leaning against a giant tree. With a crack, the giant tree slowly collapsed.

Xuan Cheng was engulfed in flames, staggered a few steps, and felt dizzy and disoriented.

The monks were stunned by the horrific state of the two men.

Xu Zhu was stunned and muttered to himself, "Why is the fight so fierce?"

Xuanci glanced at him and said kindly, "The skill used by Senior Brother Xuancheng is the Shaolin secret technique 'Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill,' which is an immovable and indestructible method." He looked up at Ding'an, "I didn't expect that Benefactor Ding'an's hard skill is in no way inferior."

Having received constant guidance from Ding'an these past few days, Xu Zhu had grown much bolder. He smiled at Xuan Ci and said, "Master Ding'an said that his hard skills were honed by the little beggar's 'daily elbow strike'."

"Who is this little beggar?" Xuanci asked in surprise. "He actually possesses such elbow skill?"

"I don't know, but Master Ding'an always calls her 'Big Sister,' so she must be his older sister."

At that moment, the metallic clang rang out again.

Ding An and Xuan Cheng were both shirtless, one with a bronze-colored body and the other with a resplendent gold-colored body; one was a dragon turtle that had become a spirit, and the other was an old bald man.

The two clashed head-on, causing the ground to crack and stones to fly; they were truly evenly matched, like two equally talented generals meeting. Xuan Ci sighed, "Benefactor Ding'an, you are destined to be with Buddha." The other two monks echoed his sentiments.

The three exchanged a glance and simultaneously rushed forward to attack.

Xuan Du opened his large hand and grabbed Ding An's forehead; Xuan Nan, with a compassionate heart, flicked his fingers like a flower and brushed it towards Ding An's shoulder; Xuan Ci flashed behind Xuan Cheng, and with both palms out, pressed against his "Zhiyang" and "Jizhong" acupoints.

These four monks were fellow disciples, and they were of one mind with each other. Their combined attack was as powerful as a surging wave, leaving nothing to hide.

Seeing that Xuandu and Xuannan were about to attack, Ding'an quickly stepped aside.

At this moment, Xuan Cheng stepped forward and struck Ding An in the back with a palm strike. Unexpectedly, Ding An suddenly lowered his body and disappeared.

Crackle!

Several trees ten feet away were sent flying into the air by the blow.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Du and Xuan Nan shouted in unison, one grabbing his forehead and the other his shoulder.

Ding An suddenly felt a chill run down his spine: "Something's not right! They're using the 'Kinnara Fist,' which is used to confuse people's minds!"

It turned out that when the two monks made their move, their moves were strange, their bodies were surrounded by purple mist, and their eyes were shining with an unusual light. Anyone who touched them would lose consciousness. Clearly, their fists contained a mind-controlling technique, with the power to steal souls.

Ding An's mind went blank for a moment, and he knew something was wrong. But instinctively, he stomped his feet hard on the ground and used the force to slam backward! The hands of the two monks in front of him seemed to be stuck to his body, and he was pulled forward by them.

Xuan Cheng and Xuan Ci were caught off guard and were hit squarely in the head!

It is said that the three fierce creatures of the northern frontier divided up the "inner elixir of the four spirits," and not only did they gain immortality, but they also each acquired extraordinary abilities.

Ding'an, with the combined power of the dragon turtle and the divine dragon, stood firmly on the ground, as stable as a mountain. In particular, the dragon pattern on his back, which had been scorched by "dragon flames," was incredibly hard.

boom!
Xuan Ci suddenly felt an immense force strike him, his chest felt like it was about to burst, and he was violently thrown backward, crashing into the hall.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Du and Xuan Nan were so terrified that their souls nearly left their bodies, and they both used their internal energy to try to shake him off.

Ding An circled his hands around the two monks' wrists, and the two monks suddenly felt an electric shock, their bodies going numb and weak, and their robes were even torn. Seeing that Xuan Du and Xuan Nan were bleeding from their noses, he couldn't help but soften his heart, and with a "hey," he stamped his foot and shouted.

The shockwave was like a thunderclap, shaking the entire body and sending an invisible shockwave outwards. Tree branches and pebbles shattered, and roof tiles fell from the sky.

The two monks, as if swept away by a raging torrent, also rolled into the hall.

Xu Zhu, standing to the side, didn't even lift the hem of his clothes, which greatly surprised him.

Ding An took a breath and turned to look at Xuan Cheng: "Your kung fu is very good."

"You flatter me, benefactor." Xuan Cheng's body shimmered with golden light, and he clasped his hands together.

“I’m not making this up,” Ding An chuckled. “Your skills are enough to rival Shao Yang’s. If I don’t use my ultimate move, I can’t do anything to you.”

Xuan Cheng smiled and said, "Benefactor, you have a connection with Buddhism and are not a bloodthirsty person."

Ding An shook his head and said, "On the contrary, I have at least eight or ten thousand lives on my hands. If we're talking about the greatest demons in the world, it has to be me, or the three of us!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhu trembled all over, unable to understand how the kind and amiable Master Ding'an could be the "Butcher of Ten Thousand People".
Xuan Cheng remained silent for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "Coincidentally, the 'Kinnara Fist' is a supreme method that combines Buddhism and demonism, and it is most suitable for you, benefactor."

This time it was Ding'an's turn to be silent. He shook his head and said, "Is it indispensable?"

Xuan Cheng sighed: "You are the destined successor of the 'Kinnara Fist'."

"Let's talk after the master hits me!" Ding An snorted.

Xuan Cheng calmly asked, "Benefactor, is your stomach completely empty?"

Ding An's expression changed: "You, how did you know?"

Xuan Cheng smiled calmly and said, "You must be very hungry, right?"

Ding An's eyes widened: "So despicable?"

Xuan Cheng suddenly shouted, his body flashing with golden light as he charged toward Ding An.

Ding'an felt his whole body begin to weaken, so he quickly used his "wind and flair" technique, turning east and spinning west, leaping high and crouching low.

The golden light grew faster and faster, and Ding An's movement technique also became increasingly swift.

Xu Zhu only saw two shadows, one green and one gold, appearing and disappearing without warning, like two flying snakes roaming the world.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash.

The bullet pierced through the roof of the house in Ding'an, leaving a huge hole.

With a flash of golden light, Xuancheng entered the room, and Xuzhu quickly followed. They saw four monks surrounding Ding'an.

Suddenly, the fist-shaped diagram on the wall flashed with an eerie purple light, shining down.

This sight made Xu Zhu feel as if the surroundings had shaken, like an earthquake, and he was immediately startled.

Ding An suddenly felt his whole body go numb, as if he had been subdued by an incredible force.

This power is no longer emanating from the human body; it is like the vast and mighty power of Brahma and all Buddhas, illuminating all corners of the world. Those who are bound by it immediately feel their own insignificance, and their minds are filled with illusions and confusion, as if their spirit and body are no longer in the same realm.

Ding An's face was ashen, and the dragon behind him was swollen and contracting, looking incredibly strange.

The sweeping monk said softly, "This is fate, take this punch!" As he spoke, something shot upwards from the top of his head, suddenly bulging out like a sharp horn.

His thin body had swollen muscles several times larger, becoming incredibly thick and dark green.

The next moment, Ding An suddenly felt an intense heat throughout his body, and a strange power entered his body.
(End of this chapter)