Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

"Lin Daochen, although my cultivation is not as high as yours, I have been in this territory for a long time and know the ways of the world better than you." The rogue senior's voice was not loud, but every word was clear and firm. "This is a small world personally crafted by Senior Shen Gongbao and Senior Jiang Ziya—the strange things you see are not illusions, but real rules; the bizarre things you encounter are not illusions, but living laws of nature."

"Once you understand the underlying mechanisms of these anomalies, the power of the Great Dao will respond accordingly, like spring thunder stimulating buds, and water flowing into a channel."

Lin Daochen's pupils shrank sharply—good heavens, when did he ever let slip anything? Could it be that the two seniors personally revealed this secret? His face darkened, his gaze piercing the other party like nails, and he nodded heavily, but a surge of irritation was already brewing in his heart.

Even his strongest trump card was seen through at a glance. If he were to encounter danger in the future, wouldn't he have no place to hide? He sighed inwardly, then shut his mouth and turned to face those cold, stern figures.

"So—you're going to fight me?" His tone was calm, yet firm and unyielding. "How we fight, what we fight, and how we settle the score—it's all up to you, senior. I'll just accept the challenge; I won't ask about anything else."

The rogue senior laughed loudly, clapping his hands repeatedly, and a few wisps of smoke rose from his palms.

"Goodness, you've got some nerve! But since we called you here, it means we trust you—what do you think about this?"

"How else can I judge? Senior has already arranged the trial subjects, so I can just start identifying them directly. Other miscellaneous matters are none of my concern. But these senior brothers... they seem to have an imposing aura, so they might not be ordinary characters. I would appreciate it if Senior could give me some pointers so I can have a better understanding of them."

He nodded in agreement. This rogue senior really didn't want Lin Daochen to suffer too much in the trial—after all, they were both disciples of Shen Gongbao, and their cultivation paths were the same.

If he is seriously injured, it will not benefit anyone: at best it will delay the progress, at worst it will damage the reputation of the sect, and there will be many future troubles.

"Enough with the nonsense! The duel is about to begin—these guys, to put it bluntly, are cultivators just like you, only they cultivated different paths in their early years, and their attributes are distinct."

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"The senior brother with the dark complexion in front of me mainly cultivates the Earth Spirit Technique, and his appearance naturally exudes a ruggedness like mountain rocks; the one next to him has skin as smooth as cream, and he follows the Water Element Technique, with a clear and refreshing aura and a three-dimensional supple gait."

"Then look at that one with furrowed brows and fiery eyes—no need to guess, he undoubtedly has a fire elemental root. The rest, follow the same logic; with a little attention, you'll be able to tell them apart."

"Alright, let's begin the written test. Lin Daochen, good luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rogue senior stepped back several paces, clearing a space. Lin Daochen's brow twitched—the trial had truly begun. This was not a drill, not a formality, but a real life-or-death challenge.

He wasn't afraid to take action, but he was afraid of something else:

"Once a fight breaks out, discord is inevitable; if things turn sour, no one will save face."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he clasped his hands in a fist and spoke:

"Fellow disciples, I would like to take my leave first. Before the competition, let's clarify the rules to avoid accidental injury or misjudgment, which could damage our relationship."

"First, this competition is not about determining who is better, but merely a test. I urge everyone to hold back some of their strength, lest this friendly spar turn into a fight to the death."

"Secondly, my foundation is still shallow, far from being able to withstand your attacks head-on. If I were to go all out, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to withstand even a single blow. I hope you will allow me to catch my breath and give me some leeway."

"I only ask that I do not injure my bones or damage my cultivation."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from all around. There was no malice in the laughter; it was more like watching a fledgling bird flap its wings—who would really kill? Those who came here were, after all, potential seekers of the Way.

Lin Daochen didn't reply, only shook his head slightly and sat down cross-legged. But as soon as he regained his footing, several deadly attacks came at him like venomous snakes emerging from their holes!

The fire elemental one was the first to attack, opening its mouth and spewing out crimson flames wrapped in scorching air waves, which rushed straight at Lin Daochen's face!

The scorching wind burned his skin, blurring his vision instantly, as if he had fallen into a furnace. Flames swirled like dragons, engulfing him in the blink of an eye—try to force his way in? His flesh would be charred instantly; try to dodge? He was surrounded by fire, with no way to retreat.

He had intended to maneuver and deal with the situation, but the fire was too intense, forcing him to instinctively activate the light of the Great Dao. A layer of silver-white light curtain instantly opened, barely separating him from the scorching flames.

But just as the shield was activated, the dark-skinned man in the distance suddenly curled up at the corner of his mouth, his smile chilling.

The next instant, the ground beneath his feet trembled violently! Cracks burst open like a spider web, and the entire ground collapsed with a roar—Lin Daochen was caught off guard and fell straight into the dark pit!

Although he could sense the flow of spiritual energy and the light of the Great Dao was all-encompassing, his physical body's reaction was ultimately not yet at a state of perfection. Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred; before his mind could catch up, his body lost its balance and began to fall.

At this moment, he was relying entirely on the light barrier to protect himself, but his opponent gave him no chance to recover – the ground cracked, airflow poured in, shadows surged… every step forced him to lose his balance, stagger, and fall.

Yes, at the moment of his fall, the light of the Great Dao completely failed. Lin Daochen crashed down like a broken stone, the dull thud sending chills down one's spine. Fortunately, although his reaction wasn't quick, it wasn't so slow as to be beyond redemption.

In the instant his body lost weight, he forcefully activated the light of the Great Dao, hooking the surrounding rock layers and broken walls, and forcibly stitching, biting, and tightening the torn earth veins!

The descent came to an abrupt halt. Almost simultaneously, a sudden change occurred—a blinding golden light burst forth from the distance, its brilliance domineering and tyrannical, as if nothing in the world could suppress its radiance even slightly.

In that dazzling instant, a clear and melodious song drifted in, gentle as a stream, directly into Lin Daochen's ears. He looked around alertly, but the surrounding area was already swirling with white mist, swallowing his vision completely. Only a viscous and slippery force field enveloped him, as if he were being wrapped in warm gel.

If time is a treacherous game of hide-and-seek, then space is a sinister game of hunting. He clearly felt his torso being repeatedly pushed, twisted, and squeezed by an invisible hand, his spine creaking, and his feet barely able to stand firmly on the ground…

Lin Daochen's pupils shrank sharply—was this spatial turbulence? Had he really been swept into a void fold?

But this was absolutely impossible! How could these people know spatial magic? It was so absurd it sent chills down his spine. He shook his head, his fingertips tingling, feeling as if everything before him was unreal.

He suddenly realized when he felt a chill on the back of his neck: it wasn't space tearing him apart, but the earth beneath his feet that was frantically rising, closing, and crushing him!

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and Lin Daochen's Adam's apple bobbed—how could this be? He had always been as steadfast as a rock; when had he ever been controlled by the terrain? These guys were simply too terrifying…

Could it be that they are at the same level as me and can manipulate space? He glanced around, his brows furrowing.

If that were true, wouldn't he have gone astray from the very beginning on his path to enlightenment? His heart sank, filled with doubt, and he felt that there was something strange about this matter.

But soon, he realized something was wrong—there were no ripples of spatial tremors around him, no hissing sound of the void tearing apart, only the soil beneath his feet violently arching upwards, squeezing inwards, and slamming into his waist and abdomen!

So that's how it is. It wasn't spatial power, but an illusion. Someone used the terrain to perform a trick, deliberately scaring him into a trap.

"Alright," Lin Daochen suddenly chuckled, a hint of mockery and a hint of sinister intent rising in his lips. "You actually think you can fool me with this trick? You really have guts. But—" He paused, his voice extremely soft, "I, Lin Daochen, am not a pushover."

Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face was already as sharp as a drawn blade. The onlookers were all stunned, a strange chill creeping into their hearts—that smile was too sinister, too still, as still as the last breath of a venomous snake before it flicked its tongue.

They suddenly became uncertain: Who was setting the trap? Who was falling into it? Was Lin Daochen planning to lure the enemy in, or had he already prepared a counterattack? No one could figure it out.

At this moment, several figures had already surrounded him, blocking all his escape routes. In their eyes, even if Lin Daochen's cultivation was astonishing, he would have no chance of withstanding this overwhelming combined attack.

Unexpectedly, it was precisely this seemingly hopeless siege that Lin Daochen saw through at a glance.

They called it a glimmer of hope, but in reality, they believed that Lin Daochen was already doomed and could only await his execution.

But Lin Daochen knew in his heart that it was never him who was going to be slaughtered, but this group of fools who thought they had the upper hand.

Since they are so confident that they can take advantage of us, then let's add fuel to the fire and make it burn even brighter.

Several pairs of eyes, like hungry leopards eyeing a rabbit, locked onto Lin Daochen, their fangs bared, waiting only for a command to pounce.

Lin Daochen lowered his eyes, pondering for a moment. Should he fight head-on? They were currently surrounded, and the slightest mistake would mean certain death.

It would be better to temporarily avoid direct confrontation and lure them into the mountains, through dense forests, and around cliffs—the more complex the terrain, the more we can disrupt their rhythm and break through this impenetrable encirclement.

He looked around and his heart sank: the vast plain was empty, and there wasn't even a shrub to provide any shelter.

This place is definitely not a battleground.

So what should we do? Right now, this is the only way to break the deadlock.

To counter these people, the most urgent task is to seize the advantageous terrain—but this place is a vast, open wasteland with no cover. Since nature won't grant it, then create it yourself! Lin Daochen's thoughts shifted, and he abruptly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding area like lightning.

With a light tap of his toes, he suddenly soared into the air, tearing through the sky with incredible speed. With a deafening roar, he transformed into a streak of light, ripping through the heavens in the blink of an eye and vanishing without a trace.

Everyone present was stunned and stood frozen in place, exchanging bewildered glances, momentarily unsure of what had happened. But their intuition told them that only Lin Daochen himself could truly understand the situation.

Sure enough, as soon as he took to the air, several figures chased after him like arrows released from a bow—we must not let him set up a backup plan!

The unexpected happened in the next instant.

Lin Daochen stopped mid-air, suddenly spreading his arms wide and drawing his palms upward. In an instant, a giant rock burning with crimson flames crashed down from the depths of the clouds, leaving a blinding trail of fire as it slammed heavily into the earth!

The cultivators were all speechless, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets: Summoning stars out of thin air? This wasn't a spell, it was practically defying the heavens and changing one's fate!

Even more terrifying, before the meteorite arrived, the surrounding space began to tremble violently—the air rippled like water, vision was distorted, and even light swirled. Countless visible spatial folds surged and surged, engulfing the giant rock and instantly tearing, crushing, and disintegrating it into tens of thousands of scorching fragments of varying sizes!

The gravel rained down like a torrential downpour, whistling as it pelted the ground. A slight misstep would result in instant burns if it grazed you, or flames if it touched you.

But just as the rubble hit the ground, another strange phenomenon occurred.