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

Since receiving guidance from Lin Daochen, Yu Lianzhou's mind has become clear and unhindered. He has fully integrated his understanding of the Tai Chi Dao into his moves, his punches are as fast as lightning, and his killing intent is chilling.

Each strike contained a life-or-death situation, sending chills down the spines of the surrounding heroes.

Even Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly—when did this disciple become so ruthless?

However, the difference in strength was obvious. Yu Lianzhou was not only more skilled, but the martial arts he mastered, such as the Hunyuan Taijiquan and the Great Sun Burning Heaven Palm, were all top-notch skills personally taught by Lin Daochen, and were extremely exquisite.

After more than ten moves, Zhao Xiyi was completely suppressed, restrained at every turn, and forced to retreat step by step.

Anyone with a discerning eye watching from the sidelines would know that the outcome was already decided—Zhao Xiyi's defeat and death were imminent.

Everyone couldn't help but marvel once again: Dao Chen Zhenren's abilities are truly astonishing!

Standing in the Wudang camp, Wang Chonglou observed the situation on the field and exclaimed sincerely, "Junior Brother Yu is truly amazing!"

He knew that the Jade Emperor Pavilion was as famous as their Wudang Great Yellow Court, both being supreme internal martial arts. Zhao Xiyi had used this skill to reach the pinnacle of Grandmaster, and even he himself dared not say that victory was certain.

It's truly shocking that he's now being overwhelmed by Yu Lianzhou.

"It's all thanks to my senior brother's excellent teaching," Zhang Sanfeng replied with a smile.

He was surprised by Yu Lianzhou's ruthless methods, but not by the victory.

Song Yuanqiao and the others remained calm—they knew all along that they would win this battle.

On the other hand, the people from Longhu Mountain were ashen-faced.

Who would have thought that the strongest grandmaster of the Zhengyi sect would be so utterly defeated by a second-generation disciple of Wudang?

If Zhao Xiyi loses, wouldn't the Zhengyi sect lose all face?

Just as everyone was in shock, the outcome of the battle finally became clear.

No suspense.

Yu Lianzhou unleashed a powerful punch, the intent of which was so solid it seemed to tangible, and the sound of it tearing through the air was like a thunderclap.

Zhao Xiyi hastily blocked, but the meridians in his entire arm were severed by the shock. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, and seriously injured.

The dust has settled.

Yu Lianzhou stood in the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the assembled heroes, and loudly proclaimed:

"Are there any other fellow Daoists who wish to spar with my Wudang sect?"

His tone was calm, yet it carried an unyielding sharpness.

Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a ruthless character like him. He had long harbored resentment towards the Zhengyi and Quanzhen sects for joining forces to suppress Wudang.

He didn't hold back with that punch.

Zhao Xiyi was seriously injured and won't be able to stand up for at least a month.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhao Xiyi was the number one expert of the Zhengyi Sect. Even he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground. How could the others dare to go up?

Moreover, Yu Lianzhou was too ruthless; no one wanted to be the next unlucky soul to be bedridden for half a year.

With the Zhengyi sect, which had the home advantage, remaining unmoved, the Quanzhen sect naturally became even more silent.

Just when it seemed Wudang was about to end its reign in glory, adding another brilliant achievement to the martial arts tournament—

Zheng Yidao suddenly made a new move.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I have long admired your profound Daoist arts, and I deeply yearn for them. Would you be so kind as to impart some of your knowledge to me today?"

The founder of Longhu Mountain, Zhao Huangchao, stepped out of the air, his voice resounding like bells and drums, pointing directly at Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of Wudang.

If a grandmaster can't suppress Wudang, then let's crush them head-on with the dignity of a terrestrial immortal!

Zhao Huangchao had been a terrestrial immortal for many years, possessing profound knowledge and a proud and arrogant nature. He believed that few in the world could rival him, let alone surpass him. Today was the time to establish his authority.

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhao has invited me, how can I refuse?"

Zhang Sanfeng replied casually, and with a sway of his body, he rose into the air and landed in the center of the square. His white robes fluttered, and his eyes were clear yet concealed a sharp edge.

Since the Zhengyi sect wants to gain fame by stepping on Wudang, then let's have a fair fight—let's see if Longhu Mountain's talisman fire burns the sky, or Wudang's Tai Chi transforms into all things!

Don't assume that just because he's lived for over a hundred years, he's become a genuinely kind person. Temperament, it seems, only gets stronger with age.

As the two terrestrial immortals were about to clash, the entire arena erupted in cheers.

The various major sects originally came just to observe the ceremony, but who would have thought they'd start with such a bombshell! The Zhengyi sect even dared to send out a patriarch-level figure to directly confront Wudang. This move is too ruthless!

In previous Daoist gatherings, the martial arts competition only went up to the Grandmaster level at most. As for Earthly Immortals? Those are the deities who guard their sects, and they rarely make a move.

But now, the situation is suddenly changing. Even Li Chungang, who had been resting with his eyes closed as if he were about to fall asleep at any moment, opened his eyes and looked at the scene with great interest.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are a guest from afar, please make the first move." Zhao Huangchao stood with his hands behind his back, his tone polite but laced with cunning.

"No need." Zhang Sanfeng's eyes turned cold, and before he finished speaking, he threw a punch!

boom--!

The black and white energies intertwined to form a powerful force, like a crack that opened up the heavens and the earth, tearing a straight line through the void and piercing straight into Zhao Huangchao's face!

What appeared to be an ordinary punch contained the power to shatter mountains and cleave rivers. The wind from the punch distorted and trembled, as if the very fabric of space itself was groaning.

Many present had witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday celebration and his battle against Meng Chixing of the Demonic Sect. But seeing this punch now, they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment—this was no longer the same person! It was a complete transformation, a meteoric rise to power!

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon their first move.

Zhao Huangchao's pupils contracted slightly, and alarm bells rang in his mind. Although Zhang Sanfeng had only recently entered the realm of terrestrial immortals, the momentum of this punch was completely natural and without any hesitation. How could he be like a novice?

Not daring to be negligent, he activated his internal energy and slammed his palm down!

boom!

The Crimson Flame Palm strike roared like a fire dragon, meeting the attack head-on.

boom--! ! !

The two forces collided, creating a thunderous explosion! Crimson and black-and-white energy splattered everywhere, transforming into a rain of light, while scorching and violent energy turbulence swept across all directions.

After a brief stalemate, the black and white fist energy suddenly surged, crushing the crimson palm force in one fell swoop. Its remaining momentum did not diminish and went straight for Zhao Huangchao's chest!

Zhao Huangchao's face darkened, and he quickly struck out with another palm, blasting away the remaining force.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang is indeed unfathomable. Today, this humble Daoist will witness just how profound Wudang Tai Chi truly is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his Taoist robe billowed in the wind, his long hair stood up like needles, and his aura rose steadily!

"rise!"

With a clear shout, his true energy erupted like a flood, and he lifted his hands to the sky.

Rumble—!!

The void trembled, flames surged, and an enormous fiery mountain materialized out of thin air, its flames soaring into the sky and its heatwaves reaching the heavens, seemingly about to burn away the entire universe!

The temperature on the entire battlefield soared, and the spectators were drenched in sweat, desperately trying to resist the shockwaves.

"town!"

Zhao Huangchao pressed down with his five fingers, and the fiery mountain fell like a meteor, crashing down on Zhang Sanfeng!

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng had already stretched out his body, stepped on the Tai Chi trajectory, and drawn circles with his arms, slowly pushing out the move "Returning to the Origin of Hunyuan".

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the void trembled, and countless black and white fist shadows fell from the sky, like falling stars, dense as rain, all crashing towards the fiery mountain!

Bang bang bang—!!

Amidst a series of explosions, the Flaming Mountain was riddled with holes, its flames dissipating, and it was on the verge of complete collapse!

Zhao Huangchao's face turned ashen. Before the mountain could shatter, he had already made a hand seal and was about to unleash a new move, his killing intent surging.

Zhang Sanfeng remained calm, his Tai Chi movements flowing continuously, his body moving like clouds and the wind, directly confronting Zhao Huangchao's attack!

The two terrestrial deities clashed with all their might, causing the heavens and earth to lose their color!

A fierce wind howled, air currents surged like a tidal wave, and a deafening roar filled the air. Cracks appeared in the void, and deep craters were constantly blasted into the plaza, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The moves were unpredictable, sometimes burning the sky and boiling the sea, sometimes reversing yin and yang, leaving the surrounding crowd dazzled and their hearts racing.

This battle is destined to be recorded in the annals of Taoism.

"Grandpa Wei, who do you think has the upper hand in this round?"

Xu Fengnian blinked, leaned closer to Wei Shuyang, and asked in a low voice.

"I dare not make any judgments on this level of confrontation."

Wei Shuyang shook his head with a wry smile, "When a terrestrial deity takes action, it's a scene of heaven and earth tearing apart. How could I possibly understand it?"

Xu Fengnian turned his head and his gaze immediately fell on Li Chungang: "Old Li, you must have some idea, right?"

"nonsense."

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids. "My cultivation level may have declined, but my eyesight hasn't gone blind. Zhao Huangchao—can't beat Zhang Sanfeng."

He paused, then added, "He can't hold out for much longer."

Before the words were even finished, the battlefield changed drastically.

Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward, his aura surging like an abyss. His fist intent transformed into a Tai Chi cycle, instantly forcing Zhao Huangchao to retreat repeatedly. That palm strike landed in the void, seemingly crushing the laws of heaven and earth, tearing the opponent's Taoist robe, dissipating his aura, and sending him crashing down from the sky, dust exploding several feet high.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, you flatter me."

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his tone as indifferent as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"Well done!" Zhao Huangchao gritted his teeth and stood up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his voice filled with hatred. That attack had almost damaged his very essence.

"You flatter me." Zhang Sanfeng remained unmoved. If he hadn't stopped short of killing, that move would have already been fatal.

He surveyed the entire room, his voice booming like thunder: "Is there any other fellow Daoist willing to exchange a few blows with this humble Daoist?"

After these words were spoken, there was silence all around.

The question was exactly the same as Yu Lianzhou's earlier, but it carried a heavier weight. This was not a challenge, but a declaration of war—Wudang intended to use today's gathering to crush all those who dared to defy them.

If a sect wants to rise to prominence, reasoning won't work; it has to rely on force.

At this moment, Wudang is no longer afraid of any storms.

The members of the Zhengyi sect felt a chill in their hearts. They had meticulously planned to use the All-Union Daoist Conference to overshadow Wudang, but their plan had backfired. They had lost the intellectual contest, they had lost the martial contest, and now even Zhao Huangchao had been defeated. What would they do next?

Zhao Danxia's face turned ashen. Did they really have to ask Sun En for help?

No. Sun En's seniority is too high, and his cultivation is unfathomable. If he were to personally confront Zhang Sanfeng, even if he won, it would give others grounds for criticism—bullying the weak with the strong, which would be an unfair victory. Moreover, he couldn't command that patriarch-level figure.

After much thought, only one person remained to whom I could place my hope.

Another terrestrial deity of Longhu Mountain—Zhao Xuansu.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a figure slowly walked into the martial arts arena.

With a gray robe dusted off and white hair hanging down to his shoulders, he didn't even move his feet, yet his aura already captivated the entire audience.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang," Zhao Xuansu said calmly, "this humble Daoist will spar with you for a few moves."

"Please." Zhang Sanfeng said calmly, taking a step forward.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically.

The two exchanged blows, no longer testing each other. Their fists and palms collided, creating a thunderous explosion like a clap of thunder from the heavens, cracking the ground like a spiderweb spreading outwards. The flow of Tai Chi, the interplay of Yin and Yang, was mastered; Zhang Sanfeng controlled his strength with his intention, while Zhao Xuansu unleashed the Dragon Tiger True Qi, his palms imbued with the power to subdue demons.

This battle was even more brutal than the previous ones.

Although Zhang Sanfeng was strong, he had just experienced a fierce battle and his true energy had not yet recovered; Zhao Xuansu, on the other hand, had come prepared and launched a relentless attack. For a time, it was difficult to determine who was superior.

The battle reached a stalemate.

The spectators on the sidelines had varying expressions. The other Taoists were thrilled, feeling that such a duel was a once-in-a-century event; while the Wudang disciples held their breath, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

The outcome is still uncertain.