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

The blue mist had long since dimmed and thinned, no longer able to support his faltering body. This blue mist was originally a secret technique he had painstakingly cultivated for many years to temper his body, capable of stimulating vitality and strengthening his muscles and bones; but now, even this trump card had been reduced to ashes. He glanced at the surrounding ruins, his pupils shrinking—since the old path was blocked, he would forge a new one!

A fierce glint suddenly appeared in his eyes, like a knife being drawn from its sheath.

Even if my soul burns to ashes today, I will nail you to this earth!

He couldn't believe it! He could attribute his inability to defeat Lin Daochen with magic to the limitations of his talent; but his proud physical body had also crumbled? He couldn't swallow this insult!

"Alright! Open your dog eyes wide—and see what a real 'human weapon' looks like!"

"When you truly see what I look like, you'll probably kneel down and shout, 'It was worth it!'—that one look will be etched into your bones, remembered until you're reincarnated!"

He laughed loudly, then suddenly turned his head to stare at Lin Daochen. In an instant, his eyes lost all humanity, leaving only two clusters of scarlet flames that sent chills down one's spine.

boom--!

Crimson mist erupted from beneath his skin like molten lava, instantly spreading for hundreds of feet, enveloping his hunched body, and evaporating into a towering, blood-flame demonic form.

His eyes were as red as branding irons, and his aura as ferocious as an abyss. Lin Daochen's heart skipped a beat: This was no cultivator! He was clearly an ancient demon who had broken free of his seal! Only the legendary demon gods who devoured heaven and earth were worthy of possessing such a soul-shattering pressure.

...Crazy? He actually managed to master this kind of skill?

Lin Daochen's face was ashen. His shock did not come from the opponent's sudden surge in power, but from the overwhelming death aura that was hitting him—this old man's lifespan was collapsing and evaporating at a visible speed!

Cultivators emphasize following the natural order and using the years to nurture their Dao; but this person insists on going against the heavens, exchanging his life for power! Although he is despised by others, he is ruthless and effective—ordinary people often gain three to five times the combat power by burning their life force; while cultivators, once they activate this technique, can often fight beyond their level.

Of course, this is meaningless against an opponent with a huge disparity in strength... but who would be foolish enough to provoke someone far superior to themselves? The real battles are always between ruthless individuals who are evenly matched.

These guys were actually sacrificing their lives for a fleeting burst of ferocious combat power, which at first glance seemed reasonable. Lin Daochen's brows furrowed deeply, and his heart sank—he himself was in the same situation, and the two sides' cultivation levels were not far apart, but now he was being completely suppressed.

With his magic completely sealed, he was like a man with a missing arm, possessing a thousand skills but unable to use them. He glanced sideways, his gaze fixed on Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao in mid-air.

"Masters, this is really going against the rules! Isn't it forbidden to use magic? Look at him—this isn't a martial arts contest, it's clearly a furnace for refining evil! I dare say that what he's using right now is a legitimate, evil body-forging technique!"

High in the sky, Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao exchanged bewildered glances, a wry smile tinged with embarrassment. They had indeed witnessed the man's blood surging and his bones cracking, yet... he had absolutely not crossed the line of any magical prohibitions.

The ban only prohibited magic, not the limits of physical strength. What this person used all belonged to the category of ancient physical techniques—tears tearing tendons, surging blood, and thunderous bone cracking—all the power was forged through sheer force from the flesh and blood. In terms of rules, he hadn't transgressed in the slightest; but for Lin Daochen, who had no foundation in physical techniques, this was tantamount to smashing an egg with a hammer.

"Alas... my dear disciple, I didn't expect this either." Jiang Ziya sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Grit your teeth and hold on! Even if you can't beat him, at least you must bring him back alive from under his fists!"

The two men looked grave and heavy-hearted, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. The situation had completely deviated from their expectations, like a wild horse galloping towards a precipice that no one could hold back.

Jiang Ziya suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp as he looked at Shen Gongbao: "It's all your fault! If you hadn't insisted on setting up this restriction, how could we have been forced into this situation? It's truly... alas, fate is cruel!"

Shen Gongbao lowered his eyes and remained silent, his fingers clenching his sleeves. How could he have foreseen that the restriction would become a death warrant? But the formation had already been set, the seal had been engraved, and the universe was locked shut, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Senior brother, what else can we do now that things have come to this?" His voice was low and hoarse. "The Jin system has been sealed off in the battlefield void, where only mortal forces are allowed to clash—magic is forbidden, but physical techniques are perfectly suited. In the end... it all depends on Dao Chen's own fate."

"With his talent, even if he encounters danger, he will at most suffer minor cuts and bruises. He should be able to save his life."

Shen Gongbao slowly shook his head. What else could he do? The path was already paved; all that remained was for Lin Daochen to tread it himself.

Lin Daochen's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at the ever-growing crimson mist before him. The scarlet flames emanating from the old man's body surged and roared like a living creature, scorching the air with crackling sounds. His pupils contracted sharply, regret piercing his brain like needles—if only he had known this would happen, he should never have listened to his two masters and stepped into this cannibalistic duel arena!

He possessed a vast repertoire of talismans and incantations, yet at this moment he couldn't even lift a finger; his opponent, on the other hand, was like a ferocious god forged from molten lava, every inch of his muscle radiating murderous intent. This wasn't a contest; it was clearly a one-sided slaughter!

With his escape route cut off, he had no choice but to brace himself and accept the raging inferno.

The old man's figure suddenly blurred—not by escaping, but by tearing through space with incredible speed! Crimson flames, accompanied by a sharp explosion, erupted beside Lin Daochen's ears. He had barely heard the piercing sound when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, but his body had already completely lost control—

The next instant, the world spun around.

He was slammed to the ground by a brutal force, his face crashing into the earth. Shards of rock rained down, and the hard rock crumbled inch by inch under the impact of his cheekbone, turning into dust in the blink of an eye, raising a cloud of choking red dust.

Lin Daochen suddenly leaped up, instinctively trying to block and counterattack, but the scenery in front of him suddenly tore apart and stretched, like water shadows shattered by a gale—he immediately realized that he had been grabbed by the old man and was being swept up again.

He was shocked: this speed had defied all reason and far exceeded his expectations! If the stalemate continued, he might really be defeated by this old man.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to make a hand seal to summon the spirit, but he suddenly remembered that magic was forbidden here. But then he thought, since the other party had already abandoned the talisman and was using his bones and muscles to fight, why should he stick to the "rules"? Borrowing a little strength and playing a little trick, what kind of breaking the rules is that?

The situation had already deteriorated to the brink of collapse, leaving him no room for hesitation.

Winning or dying is separated by only a thin line. If you still try to maintain a facade of "decency" now, the next moment, you might not even leave behind any bone fragments.

Lin Daochen's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly took a step forward.

The people opposite him froze instantly, their pupils shrinking—no one had expected him to dare to move! No one could fathom whether this move was a feint or a deliberate one. But everyone knew: if he simply flipped his sleeve or flicked his finger, they would be instantly broken and coughing up blood.

He had barely moved when the men staggered backward, their boots scraping against the brick walls with a screeching sound. Lin Daochen glanced at them, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth—they were scared, truly scared.

Too lazy to waste words, but in that instant, a decision was made in his heart: this battle will not be over until it is finished.

He chuckled softly, his gaze sharp as a knife, slashing at the crowd.

"What? Still thinking about taking me down?"

"I'd like to ask you—now that he's emitting a mist of blood and almost turning into a red light, do you think I should go weak and beg for mercy? How naive."

Before he finished speaking, the old man's crimson aura had thickened to an impenetrable density, like molten lava surging beneath his skin. He grinned, and in an instant, the entire mass of scarlet steam exploded, erupting like subterranean fire and shooting straight into the sky.

Lin Daochen lowered his brow: his power was fully charged, and his killing move was about to arrive.

Waiting any longer is tantamount to waiting to die.

He twisted his waist, and the figure suddenly exploded!

boom--!

The smoke and dust exploded, leaving only a swirling cloud of gray-white mist where no one had been.

The old man, whose body was enveloped in a red mist, revealed a sinister smile.

With a sudden stomp of his foot, the earth groaned and cracked, spiderweb-like fissures spreading wildly—where was the trace of divine aura now? It was clearly the ruthless force of a martial arts grandmaster tearing apart mountains!

Upon closer examination, however, it does not seem out of place.

The three thousand worlds are inherently layered and hierarchical. The cultivation world is indeed a level higher than the martial arts world, but even in the higher levels, there are still formidable individuals who can achieve physical sainthood. Those top masters in the martial arts world, even if they dedicate their entire lives, can only touch the half-step into the immortal realm, and in their entire lives, they cannot open the gates of heaven.

Lin Daochen had anticipated this, so he showed no disrespect to the old man, instead holding his breath and focusing intently—

Seeing the opponent rushing towards him, enveloped in crimson flames, he shook his head slightly, but his gaze was as sharp as a drawn blade.

The danger of their confrontation was beyond words.

Lin Daochen quickly realized: the old man's energy collapsed before his fist even arrived! Wherever the fist passed, the air twisted and collapsed, creating inch-by-inch spatial folds—even if it just brushed past him, he was still shaken so badly that his internal organs churned and his eardrums rang.

He dared not be arrogant any longer, but stood still as a pine tree, keeping his eyes open in all directions, waiting for the slightest opening.

The old man was as fast as a bolt of lightning tearing through the air; Lin Daochen couldn't even catch a glimpse of his clothes—the moment he locked onto that gray figure, the man had vanished without a trace.

This playing style is infuriating. They can't just run around in circles like idiots chasing the wind, can they?

We need to break this deadlock, but how? Lin Daochen's mind raced, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, before finally shaking his head slightly: There's really no solution right now.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" was heard!

A cluster of crimson figures crashed down from the sky, their fists carrying scorching waves as they pierced through the air, as fast as meteors hitting the ground, instantly filling Lin Daochen's entire field of vision.

A wave of heat hit him, his skin burning, and Lin Daochen's back tensed—oh no! If this punch landed squarely, his bones would probably shatter.

He instinctively leaped backward, sliding three steps off the ground, and abruptly stopped just as his fingertips were about to form a hand seal.

His lips twitched, and he gave a wry smile: "Almost exposed again... Magic is something ingrained in our bones. In the end, wasn't it all because we were tricked by those two old foxes, Shen Gongbao and Jiang Ziya?"

He sighed, but his arm was already across his head.

"Bang!"

The impact of their fists clashing caused blood to spurt from his tiger's mouth, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his teeth grinding together. After the old man activated the red steam, his strength seemed to double, and the blow caused his internal organs to shift and his whole body to tremble.

The old man threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice like a bronze bell: "Kid, you can't take it anymore? This is nothing! There's more to come—too bad, you probably won't have the chance to see it."

"Now you see clearly? Still planning to stubbornly resist?"

Lin Daochen suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp as knives, and spat on the ground: "Dream on! My spine, Lin Daochen's spine, only grows towards the sky, never bends to anyone—even if you are a hundred times stronger than me, you can't make me bow my head!"

That's the stubbornness he has: the more he's suppressed, the more fiercely he burns.

A wave of rising crimson mist swept over him, making him sweat. Just as he was squinting and concentrating, he suddenly saw the old man's lips curl into a sinister smile—Lin Daochen's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly turned his head!

It turned out that the person standing opposite was just a blurry figure!