Martial Arts Crossover: Breaking the Rules Makes You Stronger, Female Benefactor, Please Wait

He looked at Song Qingshu, who had taken the initiative to provoke him, and felt puzzled.

Is this person... mentally unstable?

"Fahai, I challenge you to a battle! Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Seeing that the other party was still distracted, Song Qingshu felt a surge of anger, and was so angry that his nose almost crooked.

Fahai came to his senses, smiled gently, and said calmly, "You are not qualified."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Wudang disciples were enraged.

Song Qingshu is their senior brother, the most outstanding among the third generation of Wudang disciples!

Fahai dared to say he was incompetent!

This is clearly an insult to the entire Wudang Sect!

Immediately, a disciple couldn't help but retort angrily: "Do you think Senior Brother Song is a hypocrite like Murong Fu, all show and no substance?"

"Monk, you're too arrogant!"

Song Qingshu sneered, "I bet you're just too scared to make a move."

"You, Fahai, are nothing but a hypocrite who seeks fame and fortune!"

Everyone could see that Song Qingshu was using a provocation tactic, but Fahai was unwilling to pay attention to it.

But Wanwan's gaze shifted, and she spoke softly.

"Little Master, since he's determined to die, why don't you help him?"

Fahai knew Wanwan's temperament well; she would always drive anyone she disliked to the brink of despair.

So he smiled faintly and said, "As the saying goes, if you want to help someone, help them all the way. Since you insist on seeking humiliation, I will grant your request."

"Amitabha."

After saying that, he whispered a Buddhist chant.

Xu Zhu touched his bald head, his face full of confusion.

Is this sentence used like this?

Song Qing's writing was ashen and dark, extremely unsightly.

"Send a gift?"

He said coldly, "I'd like to see who sends whom to their death!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly released his inner energy, and a strong wind suddenly arose between heaven and earth!

His cultivation level exploded completely, and his overwhelming true energy swept across all directions!

The people around were shocked and pale!

"Half-step Grandmaster!"

"What astonishing internal energy!"

"As expected of a master who was originally ranked tenth on the Innate Ranking!"

As the discussions grew, a smug look gradually appeared on Song Qingshu's face.

Most of the people present were praising this famous disciple, while Fahai was just an outcast who had been expelled from the sect. How could he be compared to him?

"Fahai, unleash your full power and fight me!"

To everyone's surprise, Fahai shook his head indifferently, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

"You take action."

This dismissive attitude completely ignited Song Qingshu's anger.

Since he was old enough to understand, he had never been looked down upon like this before.

Song Qingshu's expression turned icy. "Fine, you brought this on yourself!"

Before the words were even finished, a three-foot-long sword shot out from the sky, its sword energy tearing through the wind, stretching far and wide!

"Wudang Swordplay!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Wudang swordplay is the signature technique of the Wudang school, created by Zhang Sanfeng himself.

Every disciple will practice it.

However, the basic sword moves that Song Qingshu was using at this moment contained a continuous momentum and a magnificent aura, clearly indicating that he had reached a state of perfection.

Even a rudimentary sword technique can unleash astonishing power.

"What a fierce sword move!"

Some people admired.

"With this skill alone, Song Qingshu is enough to rank among the top ten on the Innate Ranking!"

It remains to be seen what methods Fahai will use to deal with this.

All eyes turned to Fahai.

But to my surprise, I discovered—

Song Qingshu's sword strike was terrifying in its momentum and astonishing in its power; the technique was clearly from a reputable sect. Faced with such a fierce attack, Fahai showed no intention of dodging, allowing the sword's edge to strike him directly!

Everyone present looked shocked.

Is Fahai going to test his sword with his own body?

As a half-step Grandmaster, Song Qingshu uses a long-standing sword technique. If one is hit by his sword, one will be severely injured or even killed.

But Fahai remained unmoved, like a mountain.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Fahai suddenly shouted.

"Kasaya!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly flashed on his body, and in an instant, the light shone so brightly that Song Qingshu was directly blasted away!

"What...what's going on?!"

Some people couldn't help but exclaimed.

Song Qingshu's sword strike failed to achieve its intended effect.

This robe must be extraordinary!

"Heavenly Silkworm Robe?"

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but murmur the name.

The Heavenly Silkworm Robe is woven from the silk of the Heavenly Silkworm, making it soft yet tough, and ordinary swords and knives cannot harm it in the slightest.

This robe before me seems to possess such miraculous power.

That's why Lu Xiaofeng blurted it out.

However, upon closer inspection, it does not resemble the texture of silkworm clothing.

"It seems there's something mysterious about this robe."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes flashed with thought as he muttered to himself.

Chapter 25 Narrow-minded

Song Qingshu, who was sent flying by the blast, felt numbness in his arms and was shocked. Looking at the cassock on Fahai's body, he was even more shocked.

It was able to withstand my sword strike without suffering the slightest damage; it must be extraordinary!

But he has no intention of giving up.

"Fahai, you think you can stop me with just a cassock?"

"Soft Palm!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Song Qingshu sprang up and attacked again.

This time, he waved his palms, seemingly gently and weakly, but in reality, his internal strength was dense and powerful enough to shatter stubborn rocks.

The art of Mian Zhang (Cotton Palm) emphasizes softness with strength, internalized power, and the transmission of force through objects.

This skill is perfect for dealing with defenses that are impervious to swords and spears.

However, when the palm strike landed on Fahai and the energy exploded, the cassock once again emitted a golden light.

All the force vanished instantly!

"How can it be?!"

Song Qingshu stood there, stunned, his face full of disbelief.

He looked down at his hands.

This Cotton Palm technique is usually invincible, so why did it sink like a stone in the sea in front of Fahai?

Just as he was in a daze, Fahai finally spoke.

"Have you had enough?"

"What did you say?"

Fahai's gaze turned slightly cold, and he smiled faintly.

“I said, you can’t even tear my cassock.”

"Why should you compete with me?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fahai raised his staff and swung it down!

Suddenly, a strong wind howled and the air waves surged, sweeping out like a dragon's roar!

The martial arts practitioners in the crowd were thrown about by the force of the energy, almost falling over!

This strike seemed to carry the force of wind and thunder, domineering and extremely fierce!