A Scroll of Infinite Glory

The Venerable Master Yanglian was quite famous in Jiaozhi, but opinions about him were actually mixed.

Some people think he is cold-hearted, domineering, and lacks the worldly wisdom and insight that a high monk should have. He is also very protective of his own. But others think he is upright, unpretentious, and a person of true character, ability, and generosity.

However, if ordinary people were to meet Master Yanglian without knowing his background or background, they probably wouldn't have a good impression of him.

Because this monk's appearance was really not very appealing.

He had triangular eyes, a thin face, a long and narrow face, a protruding chin, and a short tuft of beard that curled outwards along the chin. His hands and feet were thin and dry, and he walked barefoot. The skin on his feet was grayish, as if covered with a layer of keratin.

Moreover, the back of his bright red robe was painted with a four-armed bodhisattva image with a blue face and fangs in gold and green.

The Bodhisattva's torso sits on his back, with four arms extending outwards. The upper pair of golden arms pass under his armpits, encircling his body and joining his palms together at the front of his robe. The lower pair of green arms encircle his waist, crossing his palms at his lower abdomen.

With that appearance and attire, he looks exactly like a demonic monk.

While observing the great mage, Guan Luoyang couldn't help but pay more attention to the robe.

However, when Grand Master Yanglian made his move, his presence immediately overshadowed the crimson robe he wore, and his figure moved like a raging, charging flame.

His thin, large-knuckled hands, with their archaic gestures, struck out from the blooming red shadows, exploding the air in front of him with his palms.

The sound of the wind was crisp and clear, like a firecracker, and it arrived instantly.

When Guan Luoyang dodged the palm strike, he clearly felt the hairs on his face being ripped by a scorching breath, as if it wasn't a hand, but a speeding car that had brushed past him.

He lifted his heel without bending his knee, relying solely on the cold, crisp elasticity of his ankle and sole to shift his steps three times, propelling his entire body to move left and right, reaching a distance of four meters.

That's how he managed to dodge the five rapid strikes from Grand Master Yanglian's hands as he leaned forward with a flick of his sleeve.

All five of his attacks missed, and the opponent's momentum eased slightly. Guan Luoyang, like a taut bowstring, seized the fleeting moment, turned around and stepped forward. His Arhat Fist and Foot strike, landing on the center line, collided with the arm of Grand Master Yanglian, who was wrapped in a red robe.

BOOM!!!

When the punch landed, Guan Luoyang felt as if he had struck a deeply rooted, centuries-old tree, and the reaction force was like a tidal wave crashing over him.

Grand Master Yanglian felt as if a giant bull with a body of copper and iron suddenly turned its head and crashed into his defensive stance. The force of its fist was unexpectedly sharp and hard.

The two separated as soon as they touched each other, each as if blown by a strong wind, rapidly retreating, their feet landing heavily.

Where Guan Luoyang had stepped, the wooden planks had cracked and sunken, and his footprints showed signs of being pulled backward.

Where Grand Master Yanglian stepped, the dents were not obvious, but the wooden planks developed cracks that spread like a flower blooming in the center, and the area of ​​the cracks was larger than that of Guan Luoyang.

As soon as he stood still, Guan Luoyang exclaimed in surprise, "You're also using fist techniques, trying to fight me with just your hands and feet?!"

When I inquired about the situation from Qiu Di, I only knew that Grand Master Yang Lian was ruthless and could control fire and heat, but I didn't know her specific strengths and weaknesses.

In the brief exchange, Guan Luoyang clearly sensed that the old monk's every move was imbued with an incredibly solid foundation of martial arts, resulting in a fierce and explosive force.

"The approach of combining martial arts and magic is not something that only your Wudang sect is exploring."

Grand Master Yanglian wrapped his arms around himself, causing his robe to bulge, and visible heat surged from his sleeves.

"My methods are both fist and magic!"

Amidst the swirling heat, Grand Master Yanglian's face and physique appeared much fuller, instantly shedding his eerie and grotesque appearance and replacing it with a majestic and awe-inspiring domineering aura.

The old man with the unkempt hair below the stage, gazing at the figure surrounded by steaming steam, couldn't help but feel a pang of envy: 'Yang Lian is already so old, yet he's made such great progress. If only one of my disciples had even half his dedication…'

"The unity of law and martial arts."

Qiu Shi repeated these four words in a low voice.

Originally, only his master Jiu Ying in the entire Zhenwu Temple could achieve this level.

That is a unique realm. The requirement to enter it is to have a solid foundation in both magic and kung fu for at least fifteen years. Sincere thoughts connect them together without distinction between master and servant. From then on, practicing the fist is practicing the magic, and learning the magic is understanding the fist. One part of cultivation is equivalent to twice the hard work of others.

That kind of level not only requires talent, but also seems to be a condensation of life experience, something that can only be encountered by chance and cannot be sought.

But as Qiu Shi looked at the scene on the stage, he suddenly realized something even more astonishing.

Guan Luoyang, this mysterious peer, actually possesses a temperament that rivals those who combine magic and martial arts.

"Kung Fu can be explained by talent, but this kind of temperament can't be developed through a lifetime of closed-door training. You could never be an unknown person! Brother Guan, what's your real name?"

People in the audience had different thoughts, but those on stage were increasingly freeing themselves from distractions.

Guan Luoyang stood with his feet apart, his left hand held horizontally in front of his navel, and his right hand hanging down. His round-necked, wide-sleeved clothes made him look completely relaxed and unsupported. He was like a soft bamboo rack for hanging clothes, all empty and swaying.

Only his eyes, focused so intently that they remained completely open, deeply imprinted with every detail of Grand Master Yanglian's entire being.

When the white-hot mist in his sleeves had almost dissipated and his robes were clinging tightly to his skin, Grand Master Yanglian interlaced his fingers and adjusted his posture from his abdomen upwards, forming a lotus flame rising.

An invisible repulsive force erupted from him, sweeping away all directions, and the surrounding mist instantly turned into a thick fog, expanding and pushing it away.

Guan Luoyang saw a rising wall of mist reflected in his eyes, sweeping in hazily. His eyes were slightly closed, but his hearing was fully alert.

He felt a slight vibration through the sole of his shoe, and his body suddenly shifted three feet to the side. He spun around and swung his arm like a steel whip, cutting through the wind and mist, and smashed it towards the spot where he had just been standing.

As the mist swept by, a hand lashed out from there, only to be struck by his whip-like hand. A muffled thud was heard, the tiger's mouth was slightly split, and the wrist bone must have been injured by the force of his whip-like hand.

But at the moment of impact, Guan Luoyang felt a surge of heat rising up his body, his legs suddenly felt weak, and his upper body became hot, especially his hair, which seemed to stand on end.

Bao Ri Bu, rise the fiery lotus seal!

According to the cultivation scriptures of Motian Temple, the soles of the feet, the palms of the hands, the lower abdomen, the chest, and the top of the head are the places in the body where the yang energy gathers most intensely.

These parts are like little suns in the human body, extremely precious and must be cherished in order to prolong life, hence the name "Precious Sun Parts".

The great masters of Motian Temple throughout the ages have written dozens of books with the prefix "Baori Bu" (宝日部), which specifically teach people how to maintain their health and avoid illness.

The Rising Fire Lotus Seal, on the other hand, goes against the grain and specifically disrupts the flow of Yang energy in the human body. Once you are struck by this seal, the heat in your body will rush to the top of your head and set your hair ablaze.

Even people without hair will have flames shooting out from their heads.

This kind of fire burns away the life force of the human body. If it cannot be contained, it will eventually burn itself out, meaning the human body will lose all its temperature and become a cold corpse.

Guan Luoyang did not understand the principles of this magic, but he had a fighting instinct and a kind of Azure Bird Yuan Qi in his body that was similar to magic power.

Almost as soon as he felt the heat rising up his body, Guan Luoyang changed the way he exerted his strength. He pushed his upper arms outward, his arms forming a circle, and his fists clenched tightly.

In that instant, from the top of the head to the shoulders, past the elbows to the fingertips, every part of the body was exerting force.

The Azure Bird's vital energy expanded and acted on every part of his head, shoulders, and arms, like a golden shackle suppressing the upward surge of heat and causing it to fall back into his legs.

In that brief moment of delay, Grand Master Yanglian dispersed the mist, switched hands, and unleashed the Fire Lotus Seal once more, drawing in yang energy and stirring up restlessness again.

Guan Luoyang hurriedly dodged, the bronze patterns on his arms condensing at the tips of his ten fingers. Suddenly, he opened his shoulders, flicked his hands like shooting arrows, and swept his fingernails toward Grand Master Yanglian's eyes.

Five-part grappling technique: Crane Broken Hand, Flying Crane Shakes Its Feathers!

It's called "Flying Crane Shaking its Feathers," but this fist technique was actually originally learned from dogs.

Animals like cats and dogs, when they fall into the water and climb out, will always shake themselves off. Often, with just one shake, they can dry off most of the water droplets all over their bodies. The power is so subtle that it can reach and penetrate into every hair on their body. How amazing!

The masters of Crane Fist drew inspiration from these events, incorporating a taut, trembling feeling into their fist techniques. In combat, the power was channeled to the fingertips, allowing them to touch and leave the enemy instantly, leaving them with torn flesh.

Guan Luoyang used this fighting style, hitting the head, face, chest, and waist, constantly swinging his hands in alternating motions, forcing Grand Master Yanglian to retreat step by step.

Even if one occasionally touches the arm of Grand Master Yanglian, before the magic power has even dissipated, the other's hand is already out of place, moving so fast it can create an afterimage.

In the blink of an eye, Guan Luoyang had already forced his opponent back several steps, slapping his arms and fingers no less than thirty times.

If it were any of the previous opponents, they would have been completely overwhelmed by such a dense, high-speed close-range attack.

Grand Master Yanglian, however, dodged all the projectiles aimed at vital points while retreating, regrouped, transferred his magical power, and stomped his foot.

The wooden planks made several loud thuds.

A burst of fiery energy shot out from the ground, originating from beneath Grand Master Yanglian's feet, and heading towards Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang was forced back by the heat, but as soon as he stepped back, he raised his right foot high and stomped down heavily.

The high-speed swinging of the hands uses a springy, shaking force, and this kick also uses a springy, shaking force. The force is not transmitted to the ground, but instead travels along the wooden plank under the feet to the other end.

When it reached the feet of Grand Master Yanglian, the springy force collided with his stomping foot, causing the wooden board to break off just in front of his toes, with the broken end pointing upwards.

Guan Luoyang lowered his waist and hips, pressing down heavily on his right foot, especially his heel, and slid forward against the broken wooden board.

The broken wooden plank pierced the shinbone of Grand Master Yanglian. Although the broken wood could not pierce his hardened bones, it still caused him to stumble.

Guan Luoyang leaped up, pressed his left foot down between the broken wooden planks, and rushed in front of him. His Tongbei Fist was three inches long, and his Crane Fist had a flicking and striking force, his fingernails hitting the bridge of his nose.

An intense, aching pain suddenly erupted from the bridge of his nose, causing Grand Master Yanglian's vision to blur instantly. He instinctively tilted his head back, but let out a low shout, his voice filled with alarm yet calm.

As the sound reached Guan Luoyang's ears, Grand Master Yanglian swept her sleeves together, striking him in the chest with the corner of her sleeve.

If he had struck with his hand, he would not have touched Guan Luoyang at all. But the way he flicked his sleeve was unexpectedly fast, even faster than the sound of his shout.

Buddhist mudras often involve forming mudras with the fingers, symbolizing the connection between the ten fingers and the heart, signifying mutual understanding and connection.

However, the truly superior seal-making technique, when performed by a skilled martial artist, does not necessarily require striking with the hands.

This sleeve still bears the Fire Lotus Seal, but it's even faster and more deadly.

The four arms of the Bodhisattva image blend perfectly with the two sleeves at this moment, making it look as if a third pair of arms of the Bodhisattva has emerged from between the four arms to form this mudra.

Guan Luoyang's legs went weak, his jaw snapped shut, he held his breath and shook his head, bronze patterns crawling from his neck to his face, and his head slammed forward, hitting Grand Master Yanglian in the chest.

Grand Master Yanglian never expected that such a strong force could suddenly strike his head. He lost his footing and was thrown nearly ten meters to the side before falling off the stage.

Among the hundreds of onlookers, those who were sitting a little further away from the arena all stood up and leaned forward, wanting to see clearly the outcome of the match.

Grand Master Yanglian covered her chest with one hand and her eyes with the other, a little blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

When he removed his hand, his nose was slightly swollen and his eyes were a little moist, but his vision had returned to normal.

On the stage, Guan Luoyang knelt on one knee, head bowed, body swaying, his fingertips constantly flicking.

The Fire Lotus Seal struck with his sleeve didn't cause his yang energy to surge from his feet to the top of his head; rather, it felt like it was directly pushing the heat of his yang energy from his body to his back, dissipating it all at once.

Qingniao Yuanqi couldn't manage such a large area. He was now relying on the second stage of his cultivation to close his breath and lock his pores, sealing off the spasmodic heat throughout his body. He used the flicking of his fingers to move his whole body, straighten his muscles, and gradually gather the heat.

Suddenly, another figure jumped onto the ring.

With a smile on his face, Wei Dinggong swung his prayer beads, and a thick, long black shadow emerged from his sleeve, lashing out at Guan Luoyang before speaking.

"Impressive skills, I should be next."