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

"Master, it turns out that my senior uncle has an even fiercer temper than you!" Mo Shenggu couldn't help but whisper.

"Seventh Brother, watch your words!" Song Yuanqiao immediately reprimanded in a low voice. "Master and Senior Uncle are both kind and benevolent elders; how dare you make such arbitrary judgments!"

The atmosphere in the arena became turbulent again.

Lin Daochen spoke again, his tone indifferent yet his words sharp as knives: "Furthermore, what do you mean by 'once Shaolin disciples'? That's utterly absurd. Back then, my fellow disciples and I were nothing more than servants sweeping and brewing tea for Master Jueyuan. We weren't tonsured, nor did we formally become disciples. How could we be considered to belong to Shaolin?"

"But you stole my Shaolin martial arts!"

Xuan Cheng pressed him with a cold voice.

Lin Daochen chuckled, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Shaolin martial arts? Worth stealing? The Seventy-Two Arts sound impressive, but they're nothing but self-aggrandizing tricks. To put it bluntly—they're all useless."

He glanced sideways, his sarcasm growing even stronger: "Any move my junior brother and I used just now is ten times stronger than your so-called 'ultimate techniques.' Why would I bother stealing your garbage?"

"Insolence! You madman!"

Xuan Cheng was furious, his face turning ashen.

He has diligently practiced Shaolin skills for decades and is very proud of them. How could he allow others to belittle them like this?

Within the Shaolin camp, even the eminent monks like Kongzhi were visibly shaken.

When has the dignified Shaolin Temple, a grandmaster of martial arts, ever been trampled underfoot and humiliated like this?

This Lin Daochen is simply incredibly audacious!

"Since you look down on my Shaolin skills, today I will teach you a lesson with them!"

Xuan Cheng roared angrily, and without further hesitation, his aura exploded.

Lin Daochen remained standing with his hands behind his back, his tone calm to the point of contempt: "Trash is trash after all."

He glanced at me indifferently, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Come, I'll give you a chance—show me all your pathetic skills, one by one. Let me see if you can even touch a single finger of mine."

His words were wild and unrestrained, yet devoid of any warmth or humanity, which only amplified the oppressive atmosphere.

He never shows mercy to those who provoke him.

Xuan Cheng's eyes were practically spitting fire, his meridians were bulging, and his killing intent was boiling.

If we don't subdue this man today, Shaolin will lose all face!

boom--!!!

An earth-shattering aura surged from Xuan Cheng's body, soaring into the sky like a dragon taking flight, shaking the void, and even causing the stars to tremble.

This oppressive aura is a hundred times stronger than that of the Hundred-Loss Daoist!

Clearly, Xuan Cheng's cultivation level is unfathomable!

The onlookers held their breath and their hearts raced.

The real battle is finally about to begin!

As his momentum reached its peak, Xuan Cheng suddenly made his move!

He flipped his right palm, drawing a trajectory resembling the arc of the stars.

In an instant, heaven and earth resonated, chanting hymns filled the air, golden light surged in the void, and an enormous golden Buddha statue slowly emerged.

With a thousand arms outstretched, his appearance was solemn and dignified.

It is indeed—the Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm!

One of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, it is extremely powerful and fierce, with the might of Buddha!

"town!"

Xuan Cheng roared, raising his palm to the sky.

Boom—!

The thousand-armed Buddha statue in the void suddenly raised its arm, and a thousand palms fell at once. The palm shadows rained down like a storm, each palm carrying the force to split rocks and pierce clouds, directly hitting the top of Lin Daochen's head!

Countless palm shadows tore through the sky, carrying the force to destroy mountains and shake the earth, and attacked Lin Daochen's vital points from all directions.

The raging palm force roared in, shattering the void and causing the heavens and earth to rumble.

With just this one strike, Xuan Cheng completely overwhelmed Bai Sun Dao Ren, displaying a terrifying power far surpassing his previous strength.

He truly deserves to be called the greatest martial arts prodigy in Shaolin in the last two hundred years.

Witnessing this scene, all the onlookers paled, their hearts trembling. It turned out that even among terrestrial immortals, the difference in their abilities was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

In comparison, the previous Hundred-Loss Taoist seemed like he was just there to make up the numbers.

Meng Chixing silently assessed Xuan Cheng's strength, his heart heavy—if he were to take the field, the outcome would be unpredictable.

A sense of frustration quietly welled up inside me.

Of all the terrestrial immortals who appeared at Wudang this time, he only managed to defeat Bai Sun? How laughable and pathetic.

"Master, when I reach the realm of a terrestrial immortal, let alone Zhang Sanfeng, even Xuan Cheng will be nothing more than a plaything in my palm."

Pang Ban sensed Meng Chixing's thoughts and spoke in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Meng Chixing suddenly smiled.

Yes, he also has this exceptionally talented disciple.

"Demon Sect, your disciple has quite the air of a man," Kumārajīva said calmly.

Meng Chixing chuckled: "He has the ability to do so."

Kumārajīva's gaze sharpened as he scrutinized Pang Ban for a few moments, but he saw nothing amiss. He simply assumed it was a master praising his disciple and dismissed it with a smile.

In the Wudang camp, Zhang Sanfeng's expression was solemn.

He was unaware that Lin Daochen had already taken a pill to recover his strength, and only knew that after killing Baisun, his true essence was greatly depleted, and he was probably unable to contend with Xuancheng at this moment.

Anxious and worried, he immediately accelerated his breathing and urged the flow of internal energy within his body.

And in the center of the battlefield—

In stark contrast to the shock of the onlookers, Lin Daochen's expression remained as cold and stern as ever.

Xuan Cheng's overwhelming offensive was nothing but a bluff in his eyes, now that he had recovered to his peak.

boom!

Just as Lin Daochen was about to throw a punch to defeat his enemy, a piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind:

[You closely observe the Shaolin martial art "Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm," gain insight into its core principles, and create your own palm technique to defeat your enemies: "Myriad Transformations Returning to Origin Palm"!]

In an instant, he changed his fist stance, transforming it into a palm, and a new palm technique was born!

boom!!!

The palm force surged forth, precisely striking the vital point of the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm!

In an instant, Xuan Cheng's palm strike collapsed, and the immense palm force vanished into the void like a bubble.

Xuan Cheng's pupils constricted sharply, in disbelief.

His Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm technique was completely broken?

It's not about using greater force to brute force, but about striking the very foundation of martial arts and dismantling it in one blow!

How is that possible!

Enraged, he roared, "Lin Daochen! Confess now! Did you and Zhang Sanfeng sneak into Shaolin Temple to steal this technique back then? Otherwise, how could you be so familiar with this palm technique? How dare you steal our temple's secret! You deserve to die!"

"Oh."

Lin Daochen sneered, his tone extremely sarcastic: "This kind of trashy martial arts, even if it were placed in front of me, I would find it an eyesore."

He comes from Earth, and his verbal skills honed through online flame wars are far superior to those of Xuan Cheng, that old-fashioned monk.

Moreover—this wasn't entirely an exaggeration. He was now cultivating immortal techniques, and Shaolin martial arts were indeed like street stunts, utterly pathetic.

"Insolence!" Xuan Cheng was furious. He sprang up and lunged at Lin Daochen, his killing intent soaring.

This time, he used another unique skill—finger technique!

With a rapid flick of his fingers, each finger strike as sharp as a blade, the movements crisscrossing and tracing mysterious paths, blocking all of Lin Daochen's escape routes.

Dorado's Leaf Fingers!

Many seasoned veterans of the martial arts world recognized him at a glance and exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Daochen slightly raised his eyes, and the prompt reappeared in his mind:

[You closely observe the Shaolin martial art "Duoluo Leaf Finger," gain insight into its core principles, and create your own finger technique to defeat your enemies: "Ethereal Wind-Stabilizing Finger"!]

At this moment, the sharp finger strike was already within reach!

boom!

Lin Daochen's ten fingers flew, and the Ethereal Wind-Fixing Finger instantly took shape, like smoke and mist, yet incomparably sharp.

In an instant, the force of his fingertips precisely struck the weakness in Xuan Cheng's "Doro Leaf Finger," shattering it in one blow, clean and decisive.

"This humble monk does not believe that you could have stolen all seventy-two Shaolin arts back then!"

Xuan Cheng's eyes widened in anger, and his palm strike suddenly changed—

Indra grabs!

With his five fingers forming a hook, tearing through the wind and splitting the sky, this move was extremely domineering, specifically designed to break through protective true energy. But before he could exert any force, Lin Daochen had already closed in, grabbing him with a backhand, and actually using the same technique to forcefully dismantle his capture stance!

Xuan Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately changed his move—

The Great Monument Smashing Hand!

The palm strike, heavy as a thousand pounds, crashed down, causing the entire ground to tremble. However, Lin Daochen let out a light snort, his palm flashing as he met the attack with an equally powerful palm strike, hitting the opponent's weak spot perfectly and instantly nullifying the earth-shattering blow!

Next came the delicate yet deadly finger strike, piercing the air silently; Lin Daochen flicked his fingertip, breaking finger with finger, as precise as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Dragon Claw Grappling Technique? He twisted his hand in the opposite direction, capturing and subduing his opponent in the same way!

The Vajra Palm is unparalleled in its power and ferocity? He shifted his palm stance and used an even purer Vajra Palm intent to suppress it!

The Great Wisdom is Unpredictable and ever-changing? He remained calm, his ten fingers flicking rapidly, each move perfectly timed to the moment when the opponent's aura shifted, directly sealing off all possible paths of change!

One technique after another, one move after another.

Xuan Cheng pulled out almost all his hidden skills, but no matter what martial arts he used, Lin Daochen could always counter them with the same type of martial arts, as if he had already seen through every move Xuan Cheng made.

The scene was completely silent.

The next second, chaos erupted.

"I...I'm not seeing things, am I? Master Xuancheng's seventy-two ultimate techniques were simply swept away?"

"It wasn't a simple push, it was a complete rout! They didn't change their tactics at all; they used the same techniques to overpower him!"

"This isn't a martial arts contest, it's a public execution..."

"Master Dao Chen is too ruthless. Every move he makes is a slap in the face. It's not just slapping Xuan Cheng, it's practically peeling off the entire Shaolin Temple's face!"

"Who would have thought that besides Master Zhang, Wudang has such a hidden monster? He killed Bai Sun Dao Ren with a single palm strike, and now he's using Shaolin's own unique techniques to easily defeat Shaolin monks... This is just too outrageous!"

"No wonder I've never heard of him in the martial arts world—a master of this caliber doesn't need a reputation."

"Hehe, if Xuancheng loses today, Shaolin will really lose face."

"Serves them right! A bunch of monks always spouting compassion, but in reality they're tyrannical and domineering, always accusing someone of being possessed by demons or fallen into evil. Now they've kicked a hornet's nest, haven't they?"

Whispers arose among the crowd, many gloating and speaking with a mocking tone.

These words were heard by all the Shaolin monks without missing a single one.

Kong Zhi's face turned ashen. He suddenly turned his head, his gaze sweeping like a knife towards the noisy area, revealing his murderous intent.

The area immediately fell silent.

But he did not pursue the matter further.

In the past, anyone who dared to mock Shaolin like this would have their martial arts crippled and be expelled from the martial world on the spot. But now—

He simply couldn't care less.

Because the battle situation on the field has completely spiraled out of control.

Xuan Cheng grew increasingly anxious as the fight progressed, his moves becoming more and more chaotic, while Lin Daochen remained calm and composed, handling the situation with ease, as if he were merely rehearsing a match whose outcome was already predetermined.

"How...how did this old Taoist priest do it?"

Kong Zhi's pupils constricted, and a chill ran through him.

He knew that Xuan Cheng's earlier claim of "stealing secret techniques" was just an excuse in his anger.

How strict is the lineage of Shaolin martial arts?

The seventy-two unique skills must be taught personally; even ordinary techniques require the master's direct instruction and spiritual guidance. Anyone caught secretly learning them will have their skills revoked, and those with serious offenses will be executed without exception.

Lin Daochen and Zhang Sanfeng were just menial servants back then, not even formal disciples, so how could they have come into contact with the core martial arts manual?

But how do we explain this scene before us?

What he used was clearly the most authentic Shaolin technique for breaking spells—and he knew it better than these monks who had guarded the scripture pavilion for half their lives!

Moreover, what Lin Daochen is doing now is far more than just stealing martial arts techniques—he is truly dismantling Shaolin Temple's most treasured skills one by one! And he is not doing it by brute force, but by precisely seizing the lifeline of each martial art, starting from its weaknesses, and defeating it one by one!

This is a devastating blow to Shaolin!

This means that from now on, when Shaolin disciples encounter Wudang disciples of similar skill levels, their aura will be three points weaker. If these methods of countering this were to spread, the entire martial arts world would be shaken to the very foundation of Shaolin!