Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Upon hearing the words "50% of his strength," Lin Zhuoying frowned, exerted force with his feet, and his fist power increased by another three points as he charged towards the tiger-rhinoceros.

The tiger-like creature crossed its fists, neither dodging nor evading.

This time, the two men's punches became much faster, as swift as the wind.

Each collision produced a muffled sonic boom, the force of the punches surging and distorting the surrounding air.

The crowd below the training ground was astonished.

"My God! Is this even human?! Creating a sonic boom with pure brute force?!"

"One is a maid from the Famous Sword Manor, and the other is a monk from the Great Awakening Temple. How come they're both monsters with superhuman strength?"

"This isn't a martial arts contest, it's clearly two ferocious beasts sabotaging the event!"

Everyone watched in suspense, their minds filled with the powerful force of the punches. Only Xie Xiaoyi's eyes darted around faster than anyone else's.

Wow!

Just now, when the two men's punches struck, Lin Zhuoying's chest trembled three times.

If that were to fall on my face... just thinking about it would feel so good.

His heart pounded as he watched, his eyes turning into cameras, capturing the enchanting scene.

Lu Fang also dropped his lazy demeanor, his eyes shining, and he murmured:

"The power of the dragon and the elephant against the female Gonggong, this battle is going to be interesting."

......

The two exchanged blows and clashed more than ten times, causing the battle platform to crack extensively.

Lin Zhuoying felt numbness in both arms and a dull ache in the tiger's mouth.

This little monk's power seems inexhaustible; if this continues, he'll probably not come out on top!

Thinking of this, she used the recoil from the impact of their fists to retreat rapidly.

"Young master, your punches are incredibly powerful. In that case, I have no choice but to draw my weapon!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Zhuoying drew her double maces from behind her back, exuding a sharp killing intent.

Experts in external martial arts among the crowd began to discuss it.

"Everyone, please look!"

External weapons emphasize the principle of "one ounce can generate the force of ten pounds"!

Look at Lin Zhuoying's pair of maces; I estimate each one weighs twenty or thirty pounds.

"With both maces wielded simultaneously, the force generated by leveraging the weapons alone is nearly a thousand pounds!"

Several martial arts experts standing nearby nodded in agreement.

"That's right! Coupled with her own superhuman strength, that little monk is probably doomed."

Lin Zhuoying held the mace in both hands, raised her eyes to look at the tiger-like beast, and spoke in a clear and arrogant voice:

"Since my debut, no one in the world has been able to withstand even half of my mace!"

The little tiger-rhinoceros monk asked curiously, "What is a half-machete?"

"A combined strike with both maces is one mace, while a single strike with one hand is half a mace." Lin Zhuoying slightly twisted her wrist, and the two maces struck each other, producing a clanging sound.

"If you can't withstand half of my mace, you can admit defeat directly, and I won't take your life."

Tiger Rhino stroked his bald head. "This is bad, female benefactor. Once you draw your weapon, I lose control of my strength, and I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

He paused for a moment, as if he had thought of a solution.

"Okay then, I'll just stand here and let you hit me, I won't fight back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the training ground erupted in chaos, and even the manor lord, Situ Rui, frowned.

Lin Zhuoying's eyes narrowed, assuming that the little monk was being arrogant.

She is naturally aloof and prefers to use "crisp radish and sharp knife" techniques in martial arts competitions.

He gripped the mace handle tightly with one hand, slightly lowered his wrist, and hurled it out!

This was the half-strike she had mentioned; though powerful, it was a test.

Tiger Rhino stood motionless, its eyes fixed on the approaching mace.

Lin Zhuoying's pupils dilated.

The monk didn't even flinch; wouldn't that just kill him?

No!

We must not allow a feud to develop between Mingjian Villa and Dajue Temple.

At the last second, his wrist suddenly veered to the side, and the mace grazed the tiger's shoulder before crashing down heavily onto the bluestone bricks in the center of the training ground!

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang shook the entire battle platform, sending dust flying everywhere, and a large crater, more than ten feet in diameter, appeared.

Lin Zhuoying stood still, her breath steady, a hint of seriousness flashing across her cold, beautiful face: "You really won't dodge?"

"A monk does not lie! Before I left the mountain, my master warned me that if I were to kill a female devotee, I would be reborn as a wooden fish in my next life! To be hit on the head every day, I refuse!"

Lin Zhuoying was stunned.

Looking at the pit, and then at the harmless-looking tiger, a helpless expression of both laughter and tears appeared on his face.

"In that case, I'm going to get serious!"

"It's alright, please proceed, lady!"

Lin Zhuoying stopped wasting words; she had to win, and she had to secure that Dragon Essence for her young master, Yan Li.

"call!"

With a single mace carrying three-tenths of her strength, she smashed it toward the tiger-like beast's chest—this was half a mace she had held back, wanting to test its strength without actually hurting it.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, a metallic clang reverberated from the mace to the palm of the hand.

Lin Zhuoying felt a numbness in her tiger's mouth. When she looked at the tiger again, it was standing still, without even a white mark left on its monk's robe.

Is this monk's cultivation level the same as Young Master Yan Li's?

It is the Ninth Grade Vajra Saintly Realm!

But so what?

A sense of defiance surged into his mind, and with one hand he drew his mace, this time using all his strength to smash it down.

"clang--!"

The loud noise made people's eardrums hurt, and Lin Zhuoying was thrown backward by the force of the impact, almost falling to the ground.

Looking at Hu Si again, he remained as steady as a rock, and even grinned at her.

The crowd below cheered.

"Excellent! What a magnificent Ninth-Rank Vajra Saintly Realm!"

"No wonder he dares to let anyone hit him; that's his incredible resilience!"

Lin Zhuoying's eyes blazed with fighting spirit as she crossed her two maces, her blood and qi surging throughout her body.

"Anyone who can withstand half of my mace can be considered a hero. Since half a mace is useless, then let me show you the combined power of my two maces!"

After saying that, Lin Zhuoying stomped her feet on the ground and brought her two maces down on the tiger-like beast's head.

This strike concentrated all her strength, tearing the air apart with a whooshing sound.

Tiger Rhino's handsome brows furrowed, sensing the terrifying power of this mace. No longer daring to be careless, he immediately formed a hand seal with his five fingers:

"Great Golden Bell Shield, descend!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick layer of golden energy burst forth from his body, transforming into a golden bell over ten feet tall, completely enveloping him.

"Thump—!"

The two maces slammed down hard on the golden bell, creating a deafening roar that shook the earth and caused the ground to tremble slightly.

Lin Zhuoying felt an incredibly powerful and unparalleled force of recoil surge up along the mace.

There was no time to dissipate the force; he was blown away like a willow catkin in the wind, flying six or seven zhang before he could barely regain his balance.

The training ground erupted in gasps of amazement. Many were impressed by the tiger's "Golden Bell Cover" and applauded in praise.

Lin Zhuoying was slightly angry and was about to step forward to fight again, determined to break through the tiger's "Great Golden Bell Shield".

The little tiger-rhinoceros monk suddenly raised his hand, "Benefactor—stop!"

The voice was clear and bright, with a subtle, penetrating quality reminiscent of Buddhist chants.

Lin Zhuoying had already pushed all her strength to the limit, but upon hearing this, she abruptly stopped.

"What... are you doing?"