Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 504 Yan Kuangtu: To die for war, that's fucking exhilarating!

Li Zhaoting clasped his hands together, his expression solemn and dignified, with two swords floating on either side of him and the image of the Water God rising behind him.

Unlike the aura of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, which are surrounded by celestial dragons, possess supernatural powers, and are accompanied by divine mountains, the Water God's Wrath, created by Li Zhaoting, has a very refreshing appearance.

He stood calmly behind Li Zhaoting in his ordinary water god robes. Apart from his identical appearance, he didn't even have any aura sweeping around him.

The only difference is that the image of the water god is surrounded by a long, dragon-like celestial river, like the Yellow River flowing down from the sky, creating hundreds of water droplets.

Drops of crystal-clear water, streaks of continuous sword energy—Li Zhaoting spread his hands, fingers forming swords. The purple and green swords, like two dragons, possessed the divine power to swallow clouds and spit mist, wantonly stirring up the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

The Wrath of the Water God - Giant Waves of the Heavenly River!
"Strong enough, but not fast enough!"

Yan Kuangtu's blood and qi surged, and with a roar, he completely abandoned his defense, gathering pure yang true qi in his hands.

The left palm ignited the Xuan Tian Wu Jin Fire Force, which could burn ten suns across the sky and incinerate all things, and smashed into the spine of the Qing Suo Sword like a falling meteor or a rain of fire stars, with the golden crows howling through the nine heavens.

The right fist, condensing the supremely yang and indestructible Vajra Fist energy, transformed into a golden Buddha fist, which slammed down towards Li Zhaoting's Baihui acupoint like Mount Tai pressing down.

Yan Kuangtu's arrogance runs deep in his bones; it is a pride that comes from his soul, an unyielding spirit that will overwhelm everything even though his skills are no longer what they used to be.

This is the real Yan Kuangtu.

This is the true hero who "fights alone against all odds"!

Under Li Zhaoting's influence, Yan Kuangtu rediscovered his unruly arrogance, and under Yan Kuangtu's influence, Li Zhaoting became passionate and eager to fight with all his might.

Risk your life and fight with all your might!
The Water God suddenly transformed into a golden Buddha, whose thousand hands and a thousand eyes unleashed a palm strike that blotted out the sky. Sword light followed, the palm becoming the sword, and the sword becoming the palm.

Tathagata's Divine Light - All Buddhas Pay Homage!

"Pfft!"

"Boom!"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time!

Yan Kuangtu's left palm grazed the edge of the Qing Suo sword, tearing Li Zhaoting's sleeve and leaving a scorched mark on Li Zhaoting's forearm. At the same time, the Tathagata Divine Light suddenly arrived, clashing head-on with the Vajra Fist.

A burst of golden light!

The indestructible sword light clashed violently with the extremely powerful and yang fist, causing true energy to surge wildly and the primordial energy of heaven and earth to sweep wildly, forming an expanding golden sphere of light.

The shockwave exploded from the two people in the center!

The tangible, physical golden ring spread rapidly.

The cliff top collapsed, cutting the waterfall in half!

A wave of water, tens of feet high, mixed with gravel and mud, shot into the sky, the streams swelled up, dust filled the air, and the surrounding mountains and forests were swept away by the violent force.

Before the protective energy dissipated, two figures flew out of the explosion's center like cannonballs, each crashing heavily into the collapsed mountainside, creating two large, deep craters.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Li Zhaoting's mouth, his arms trembled slightly, and his internal organs were shaken, causing his blood and qi to churn.

Yan Kuangtu fared even worse. Li Zhaoting had divine weapons to aid him, while Yan Kuangtu was unarmed. The forced clash took a heavy toll, and both of his arms were injured.

His left palm was cleaved by the aftershocks of the sword energy, and his right fist, which had withstood the Buddha's divine light, was even more bloodied, with flesh torn open and bone faintly visible, and his little finger trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Kuangtu leaned against the broken rock wall, panting heavily. His disheveled hair was covered in dust, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like the blazing sun in the sky, burning with uncontrollable ecstasy, murderous intent, and fighting spirit!
"Hahahaha! That was exhilarating! That was fucking exhilarating! This is the most exhilarating day of my life. In return, Li Zhaoting..."

Yan Kuangtu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice hoarse yet filled with excitement: "Next, I will use a supreme technique that you have never seen before!"

Li Zhaoting stood up, his twin swords swirling around him like dragons, and gently patted the dirt off his body.

"Senior Yan, next, I will also use a unique skill that you have never seen before. The dossier that Liu Suifeng summarized about me is already several months out of date!"
My sword remains sharp, and your fists have not softened. Today, let's see whether you, this peerless madman, will fall under my sword, or whether the Heavenly Sword will be shattered and sink into the sand!
Have you rested enough?

"Great! Great! Great! That was awesome!"

Without the slightest hesitation, their eyes flashed with a battle intent that had solidified into a tangible form. They leaped up from the ruins at the same time, their bodies severely injured, but their battle intent increased by twelve times.

The purple and green sword light and the golden and red fist energy clashed wildly. Each collision caused the ravaged valley to groan in agony. After this battle, this place will become ruins, but it will also become a holy land of martial arts.

Laughter and shouts mingled on the battlefield amidst flying sand and mist. The battle between the two was not only a contest of strength, but also a display of two equally unruly souls, each daring to challenge the heavens, burning with the most intense passion, causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split, growing ever more frenzied with each battle!

Yan Kuangtu raised his hand and unleashed the Mount Sumeru Palm.

This palm technique is one of the three great palm techniques of Shaolin, the strongest palm force in Buddhism that can be used from a distance. Its internal strength is as vast as Mount Sumeru, and even if the distance is three zhang, the palm force will not be diminished in the slightest. The disadvantage is that it requires a very high foundation. Each move requires sinking the waist and falling off the horse, concentrating the mind and gathering energy, and accumulating power for a long time.

However, for Yan Kuangtu, this palm technique could be used casually. Yan Kuangtu had consumed four Wuji Immortal Pills, each of which could increase one's internal strength by sixty years. Even though he had been seriously injured and his internal strength was only half of what it used to be, his foundation in internal energy was still top-notch.

What's even more surprising is that Yan Kuangtu's left hand used the Mount Sumeru Palm, which was like a mountain collapsing and sealed off the eight directions, while his right hand used the Wudang Tai Chi Cotton Palm to assist in the attack.

The fists and palms move in a continuous cycle, merging the true essence of Buddhism and Taoism.

This is the purest Buddhist and Taoist martial arts, containing the profound mysteries of both Shaolin and Wudang schools, from the simplest to the most complex. The air is compressed into the deafening roar of morning bells and evening drums.

Li Zhaoting crossed his two swords, forming a sword circle.

Heavenly Heart, Selflessness!

The two swords traced a mysterious trajectory, not a direct clash, but a light touch with the tips of the swords, which stirred up the primordial energy of heaven and earth to form a vortex, slightly deflecting the trajectory of Yan Kuangtu's fierce and unparalleled fist, causing it to graze past him. The Qing Suo sword then smoothly lifted upwards.

Celestial Star - Breaking Illusion!

Guided by the stars, I see through all illusions.

This move is specifically designed to break through protective qi and counter flashy illusions. When the sword strikes, it can shatter all spells in one strike!

The two fought with lightning speed, attacking each other in haste. Unable to dodge in time, Yan Kuangtu tilted his head, and the sword energy grazed his earlobe, leaving a trail of blood.

When Yan Kuangtu saw Li Zhaoting's file, he thought that Li Zhaoting was just a gifted swordsman who, in order to appear unconventional, abandoned the titles of sword god, sword immortal, sword saint, and sword demon, and called himself something like Supreme Heavenly Sword.

It wasn't until he faced Li Zhaoting head-on that he realized Li Zhaoting's swordsmanship was completely different from the swordsmanship of all other schools and sects. His metaphysical swordsmanship was unparalleled throughout history, and all swords bowed down to him.

Yan Kuangtu's knowledge of martial arts far surpasses that of Wang Yuyan. Every time he fights someone, he learns their sword techniques. He knows all the sword techniques of all the major and minor sword schools, including Shaolin and Wudang.

Given Yan Kuangtu's temperament, he should have defeated Li Zhaoting with swordsmanship, but after only three exchanges, he realized that using a sword against Li Zhaoting was definitely a death wish.

Only by upholding the pure heart of a martial artist, unleashing the most imaginative inspiration, and mustering the courage to confront Li Zhaoting head-on, can one possibly defeat Tianjian.

Any attempt to dodge, show fear, or try to take shortcuts will be exploited by Li Zhaoting, who will then pierce the throat with his sword.

Yan Kuangtu was a madman, an arrogant martial artist who was obsessed with martial arts, born for battle, and destined to die for battle.

Faced with the omnipresent sword energy, the sword circles that swelled and shrank, and the sword energy domain that covered dozens of feet, Yan Kuangtu clasped his fists together in front of his chest. A solemn, vast, and seemingly purifying fist intent that connected the past and present suddenly erupted, and his whole body radiated golden light.

When the Four Symbols of Heavenly Will is activated, the four divine images of wind, fire, thunder and lightning can be condensed behind him. However, behind Yan Kuangtu, the illusory images of countless Buddhas chanting in low voices are condensed.

The heavy punch was slowly thrust out, at a moderate speed, yet it possessed a pressure that could lock down the universe and annihilate all laws.

This is Yan Kuangtu's trump card.

The supreme Buddhist art, a peerless skill that can make one a champion of the fist with just one martial art, was abandoned by Shaolin monks due to its high entry difficulty. However, it has regained its glory in the hands of Yan Kuangtu, who shattered the sword circle with a single punch.

Great Bright Fist!

The greatest Buddhist martial art in history!

Wherever the fist's energy passed, the air froze.

Mad Zen!

Yan Kuangtu's martial arts core is Mad Zen, and he deviates from the norm and goes to extremes on the path of Mad Zen. The more unrestrained and arrogant he is, the more he can stimulate his body's potential.

Zen Buddhism emphasizes sudden enlightenment. Under normal circumstances, one should suddenly realize the Zen principle and become a Buddha in a single thought. However, Yan Kuangtu took a different path, exhibiting extreme arrogance and domineering behavior, and extreme pride and conceit, using "mad Zen" to fuel his fighting spirit.

This punch is both a righteous martial art and a sacred, unconventional deity, representing the Eight Legions, Asuras, Arhats, and Dharma Protectors.

Golden Buddhist light surged towards Li Zhaoting like a tidal wave. The invincible fist force, intent, and domineering power broke through the sword circle with overwhelming force, shattering the protective sword aura with a single punch.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Li Zhaoting soared into the sky, his Yin-Yang True Qi circulating within his eight extraordinary meridians, gushing forth from his acupoints, releasing three hundred and sixty-five sword energies from all the acupoints around his body.

"Excellent! Excellent move! Excellent sword energy!"

Yan Kuangtu slowly pushed out his left hand, using the Buddha's light of the Great Bright Fist to empower the Mount Sumeru Palm. In a daze, the towering white Mount Sumeru rushed towards the river of sword energy.

After mastering the Great Bright Fist, Yan Kuangtu combined its essence with his own unique techniques to create two extraordinary skills.

This set of palm techniques combines the power of Mount Sumeru, with the palm force like Mount Sumeru pressing down, possessing the might of Mount Tai pressing down, and the Buddha's light bestowing blessings, hence the name: Da Ti Sumeru.

A set of techniques combining Vajra Zen Lion's Roar, using formless and intangible mantras to attack enemies, defeating them silently and effortlessly, is thus named: Mahayana Dharma Sound.

At this point in the battle, both of them unleashed their most powerful skills. Yan Kuangtu, covered in blood, was like an Asura from a blood-soaked hell, wielding Mount Sumeru and smashing it madly against the sword energy, moving mountains and filling seas with extreme ferocity.

"Swoosh!" A sword beam pierced through Yan Kuangtu's protective aura, emerging from his chest and leaving a trail of blood.

At the same time, Yan Kuangtu traded his injuries for Li Zhaoting's, and with a raised hand, delivered a heavy punch. The Mahayana Dharma Sound was all-pervasive, and the Formless Sound Barrier was everywhere.

Li Zhaoting spread his arms and concentrated his true energy.

Buddhist sword, Taoist sword, Confucian sword, bamboo sword, flying sword, qi sword, drunken sword, and heavenly sword—eight sword intents condensed into one precious sword, and the eight precious swords rapidly merged together.

"Eight swords fly together!"

With a long roar that resounded through the heavens and earth, the primordial energy that was wandering between heaven and earth, the dust from the shattered rocks, and even the water droplets splashing from the severed waterfall were all governed and assimilated by the formless and intangible supreme sword intent!
Grass, trees, bricks, and water droplets frantically coalesced, instantly transforming into thousands upon thousands of sword lights of various shapes, radiating a chilling light, which coalesced into a long river.

All things in heaven and earth are imbued with the will of the sword, converging into a surging, roaring river of sword energy that can cut through anything!

The golden, boundless Buddha light collided violently with the silvery torrent of ten thousand swords. There was no sound, no earth-shattering scene, only a violent tremor.

The earth is shaking, space is shaking.

If this had happened hundreds of years ago, the clash between Li Zhaoting and Yan Kuangtu would have been enough to open the gate between heaven and earth. However, as martial arts have become more and more prosperous, the gate between heaven and earth has become more and more stable, making it increasingly difficult to shatter the void.

Stalemate!

A stalemate that shook heaven and earth!
The Buddha's light and the Cam River are mutually diminishing each other.

Yan Kuangtu's hair and beard stood on end, his eyes were wide open in anger, blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, his fists trembled violently, the golden Buddhist light on his fist energy flickered, and a slight cracking sound came from his finger bones, but the arrogance and fighting spirit in his eyes burned to the peak, supporting the first punch in history!
Li Zhaoting's face was pale, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. He could clearly feel the birth and destruction of the "Qi Sword" and the profound Buddhist principles and indomitable will contained in Yan Kuangtu's fist. He used battle to sustain battle and discussed the Dao through martial arts.

"Om~~"

A strange rumbling sound arose, as if space itself was groaning. The light faded, and all was silent.

The entire valley was as if it had been repeatedly plowed, becoming flat and even. The trees and rocks turned to dust the moment they came into contact with this invisible wave.

Yan Kuangtu was covered in wounds, blood flowing freely, his aura was like a dragon and a tiger, and his fighting spirit was fully unleashed. Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he had only one last move left.

The body's energy and spirit are concentrated in one move.

A devastating punch, powerful enough to reach the heavens and the earth, roared in.

Li Zhaoting also unleashed his final strike.

Heavenly Sword: Return to Origin!

Supreme Heavenly Sword, All Swords Return to Their Origin!
Man and sword become one; the heart is the will of Heaven, and the sword is the way of Heaven.

The purple and green swords roared out, and ten thousand sword energies merged on the two swords, transforming into an ultimate sword beam that transcends time and condenses the ultimate meaning of swordsmanship in all things in heaven and earth!

This move was originally intended to deal with Pang Ban, but how could Li Zhaoting hold back even a little when facing a peerless master like Yan Kuangtu? He unleashed it without hesitation!
To be precise, when making a move, Li Zhaoting had no intention of hiding his trump card at all. He was completely immersed in the understanding of swordsmanship, and his moves were all natural.

It wasn't reason that made Li Zhaoting draw his sword, but rather his fighting instinct that led him to unleash this deadly strike.

"puff!"

The sword's edge pierced through his body.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The Buddha's light that illuminated half the sky suddenly dissipated, leaving only falling gravel and dust in the world.

Yan Kuangtu maintained his punching stance, slowly looking down at his chest. A hole the size of a teacup, open from front to back, appeared in his heart. There was no large amount of blood spurting out, and the edges of the wound were as smooth as a mirror.

The ecstasy, murderous intent, and fighting spirit in Yan Kuangtu's eyes had not been extinguished; on the contrary, they were even more intense at this moment.

It's a feeling of exhilaration, relief, and satisfaction that comes after reaching the peak, meeting a worthy opponent, and experiencing a thoroughly enjoyable experience.

As a peerless madman who fought against heaven and earth, battled alone under heaven, and was obsessed with martial arts, he could see such unparalleled swordsmanship before his death, and he could die without regrets.

Yan Kuangtu raised his blood-stained face, looked at Li Zhaoting who was also swaying and exhausted, and revealed a blood-stained, exhilarating, and arrogant smile.

"What a fine sword! It truly lives up to its name as the Heavenly Sword!"

The voice was filled with heartfelt admiration and respect.

"I, Yan the Madman... feel exhilarated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, this unruly and war-loving madman finally reached the finish line.

This was the perfect ending that God had given him.

—Born to fight, die to fight!

The upright body fell backward, crashing heavily onto the soft soil. The two had exchanged blows thousands of times, turning the entire valley upside down three times. The soil was as soft as cotton, and when they fell, it stirred up a large cloud of dust.

Li Zhaoting took out the pills, swallowed the whole bottle, slowly walked to Yan Kuangtu's side, carried his corpse to the foot of the mountain wall, pointed his fingers into a sword, and carved the rock into a coffin.

The green sword swept across, cutting through a smooth, mirror-like rock face, and carving an epitaph on it.

Arrogant to the core, he fights alone against the world.

A fist shatters a divine weapon, blood stains a blue robe.

With arms exposed to bone, his fighting spirit grew even fiercer;

Despite the churning in his internal organs, his laughter grew even more intense;

He uses Buddhist fist techniques to practice Zen, and attains enlightenment through a wild Zen mind.

Unafraid of being defeated and sunk to the sands, I only seek to fight to the death.

Living is exhilarating, dying is exhilarating!
—The Tomb of Yan the Madman
—A note left by Li Zhaoting
The fight between Li Zhaoting and Yan Kuangtu was so intense that the entire valley was razed to the ground, making the assassins Liu Suifeng had arranged to take advantage of the situation too afraid to show themselves.

The assassin ran away without hesitation.

terrible!

Is this a battle between humans?

Are Li Zhaoting and Yan Kuangtu some kind of immortals?

In addition, everyone in the martial arts world knows that Li Zhaoting is most dangerous when he is seriously injured. First, it is necessary to determine whether Li Zhaoting's injury is real or fake. Then, it is necessary to determine whether Li Zhaoting has a master protecting him. Finally, when all the evidence is solid, it is confirmed that Li Zhaoting has recovered from his injury.

Li Zhaoting was a man of both literary and martial talents, proficient in poetry, calligraphy, painting, music, chess, and chess, and his swordsmanship was superb, making him the number one prodigy in the martial arts world. However, he had one major weakness.

--fishing!
—The most compassionate burying immortal!
Forget about big fish, you can't even catch fish fry.

The assassination was just a formality; Liu Suifeng didn't expect it to succeed. It was purely to appease Li Chenzhou. Liu Suifeng completely disagreed with Ju Xiushan's plan.

What good would assassinating Li Zhaoting do?
Why not assassinate Duan Zhengchun and Li Xunhuan!

Why not assassinate Duan Yu?

Because assassinating Duan Yu is too difficult.

With his ability to dodge infinitely and immunity to all poisons, coupled with the protection of high-ranking monks from Tianlong Temple, no opportunity for assassination could be found.

Sowing discord between Duan Yanqing...maybe that works!
From God's perspective, we know the relationship between Duan Yanqing and Duan Yu, but apart from Duan Yanqing and Dao Baifeng, who else knows about their relationship?
To outsiders, Duan Yanqing had been plotting for over twenty years, single-mindedly seeking the throne. Duan Zhengchun, shameless as ever, let a wolf into the house, relying on his son-in-law to forcibly imprison Duan Yanqing in Tianlong Temple, and then hypocritically made Duan Yu recognize Duan Yanqing as his godfather. How could Duan Yanqing not have grievances?
How should we evaluate this matter?
Completely ignoring the God's-eye view and the relationship between Duan Yu and Duan Yanqing, assuming that this relationship does not exist and that the two are strangers, we analyze the plan based on this assumption.

The answer is: Utter nonsense!
Ju Xiushan and Liu Suifeng, from the perspective of the martial arts world, believed that Duan Yanqing must resent Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu, and that as long as he was given an opportunity, he would definitely cause trouble.

However, Duan Yanqing was not a member of the martial arts world.

How can the throne be analyzed from a martial arts perspective!
Duan Yanqing is from the Dali Duan clan, so he will definitely put the interests of the Duan clan first. Even if Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun are killed by him, who will ultimately inherit the throne?
After much deliberation, the only option is to pass it on to Duan Yu.

If Duan Yanqing were of sound mind, he would know that with his reputation and physical condition, he could not become emperor. Fighting for the throne was not a goal or a slogan, but a "way out" that Duan Yanqing had found despite his injuries.

Use the absurd and impossible goal of "fighting for the throne" to struggle for survival instead of turning into a pile of mud.

From the moment Duan Yu became Duan Yanqing's godfather, Duan Yanqing no longer harbored any hatred, resentment, or depression, just as his Buddhist name, Benwu, meant "originally nothing."

Didn't Liu Suifeng think of these things?

Of course you wouldn't expect that!
Every profession has its own specialization!
Liu Suifeng is a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person from the martial arts world), and he views problems from a江湖 perspective, completely ignorant of the rules of the imperial court.

This cannot even be called "court rules".

This is true of long-established and prestigious families.

The interests of the family must be prioritized in everything.

If you don't have children, you can adopt a nephew.

If Liu Suifeng knew even a little about court politics, he would understand that from beginning to end, the idea of ​​ruling the world was a joke. Which family wanted to rebel? They had been married for many years without having any children.

Li Chenzhou is dead, so who should we ask for our wages?

(End of this chapter)