The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

After saying goodnight, Linghu Chong went back to his room to rest.

Jiang Ning then returned to his own guest room to rest.

The next morning.

The young novice monk came to the guest courtyard to invite Jiang Ning and his companion, leading them to a spacious place.

However, there were quite a few monks standing in this area, with several eminent monks from the Southern Shaolin Temple standing in front, including Bu Huo.

Even Zen Master Lingxuan came.

"Zen Master, several masters."

Jiang Ning was the first to greet them.

The eminent monks, including Bu Huo, responded one by one.

Master Lingxuan then smiled and said, "I heard from Buhuo that you two young heroes are going to challenge the Arhat Formation of my Shaolin Temple today. I was curious and came to take a look. Please don't mind, young heroes."

"How dare I? How dare I?"

Linghu Chong said.

"Young heroes."

At this moment, Bu Huo spoke up: "The martial monks behind us are the ones who will spar with you two young heroes today using the Arhat Formation. There are exactly one hundred and eight of them."

Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong looked up and saw that these martial monks were all tall and strong, each holding a demon-subduing staff. Some were arranged in rows of nine, with nine people in each row, making a total of twelve rows. The rows stood in neat rows and columns.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew by, lifting the robes of the warrior monks, and a powerful aura swept over them.

Linghu Chong's expression became somewhat solemn.

These monks were just standing there, and an invisible sense of oppression surged over me, making my chest feel inexplicably heavy.

Upon seeing the expression on Linghu Chong's face, the monks, including Bu Huo, couldn't help but smile.

But when the group turned their gaze to Jiang Ning, they paused. They couldn't see a trace of emotion on Jiang Ning's face. Even when facing the formation of 108 Shaolin monks, his expression remained unchanged, and he remained calm.

Regardless of Jiang Ning's thoughts at this moment, the group of people, including Bu Huo, held Jiang Ning in even higher regard.

"Would you two young heroes like to have a meal before venturing into the formation?"

At this moment, a high-ranking monk asked a question.

Linghu Chong smiled nonchalantly.

"No need."

The same applies to Jiangning.

Generally, one shouldn't eat too much before taking action, and Linghu Chong and Jiang Ning weren't very hungry either, indicating that they could start now.

"Master, shall we begin here?"

Linghu Chong asked.

Bu Huo smiled and said, "That's right."

One hundred and eight people are too many, and the space required for a fight would be even greater, so Bu Huo and the others specifically chose this place as the location for their sparring match.

"Young heroes, please enter the battle."

With a slight smile, Bu Huo, along with several eminent monks and Zen Master Lingxuan, retreated and left the area.

At this moment, the 108 warrior monks put their hands together in prayer and chanted.

"Amitabha."

The venue was windless and the voices of 108 people blended together like chanting.

Linghu Chong and Jiang Ning exchanged a glance.

"Junior brother, I'll go in first to probe the formation. You stay outside and see how to break it."

After saying that, Linghu Chong drew his sword, took a step forward, and rushed in first.

Linghu Chong moved with incredible speed, which caught the attention of Bu Huo and the others watching the battle.

"Such fast movement."

A high-ranking monk said something.

Another person said, "This Linghu Chong doesn't seem to be an ordinary master."

After exchanging a few words, they stopped talking.

At this moment, Linghu Chong was about to kill his way to the group of monks.

These martial monks remained motionless, their expressions unchanged. But just as Linghu Chong was about to attack, they moved, scattering to both sides. When Linghu Chong entered them, they all gathered together again, forming a circle that completely surrounded him.

"drink!"

Three monks, wielding their demon-subduing staffs, stepped forward and immediately engaged Linghu Chong in battle.

Jiang Ning observed from outside for a while and found that this Arhat Formation was indeed very versatile. When combined, it could gather the strength of several or even dozens of people to launch a single attack. When separated, each person performed their own duties and cooperated extremely well. One wave of attacks followed another, one after another, without end.

when!when!when!

The sounds of swords and staffs clashing were dense and numerous. Linghu Chong's figure moved swiftly through the formation, trying to break through, but the monks surrounding him pushed him back into the formation each time.

Linghu Chong initially used the Huashan sword technique to fight against the sword techniques of the Hengshan sects, but at this moment he was forced to use the Dugu Nine Swords.

Linghu Chong originally intended it to be just a friendly spar and had no intention of using the ruthless Dugu Nine Swords, but now he was forced to use it, or he would lose.

The Dugu Nine Swords is indeed a peerless sword technique, and Linghu Chong's use of it was remarkably effective.

when!

At this moment, three monks wielding demon-subduing staffs charged in.

Linghu Chong immediately used a move from the Dugu Nine Swords, knocking away the attack of one of the monks with a clang and closing in, pointing his sword at the monk's right eye with unbelievable speed, intending to take his life in the blink of an eye.

The monk also showed a hint of fear.

But just as the sword tip was about to pierce his right eye and enter his brain, it stopped less than an inch in front of him.

It was Linghu Chong who stopped in time.

But as soon as Linghu Chong stopped moving, his movements slowed down a bit, and the other two monks seized the opportunity to push him back. The attacks from the remaining monks followed, and Linghu Chong was once again caught in a fierce battle.

"What kind of sword technique is that?"

One of the high monks, who was watching Linghu Chong break through the formation from a short distance away, frowned.

He was referring to the Dugu Nine Swords technique used by Linghu Chong.

Another high-ranking monk also shook his head and said, "I've never seen it."

"What exquisite swordsmanship."

Then another high-ranking monk spoke.

"If Linghu Chong hadn't shown mercy, someone would be dead right now."

His words resonated with the other high monks.

But it was precisely because Linghu Chong held back that he is now in a very passive position.

Chapter 507: Entering the Battle (Louis Likes Oranges 6/16)

The Dugu Nine Swords is an unparalleled sword technique, but this was just a friendly spar. Linghu Chong didn't want to kill anyone, so he lost his fighting spirit and couldn't fully unleash the power of the Dugu Nine Swords. Linghu Chong was on the defensive, and the continuous attacks from the Arhat Formation made it impossible for him to stop and rest.

Linghu Chong began to pant after only a short while.

Jiang Ning, seeing that Linghu Chong was about to give up, did not hesitate any longer. He drew his sword, pointed it, and leaped into the formation, landing in the center of the formation.

Just then, Linghu Chong had just repelled the attacks of several martial monks when more martial monks attacked from behind.

Linghu Chong was panting heavily and had no time to turn around to attack or defend; he was about to be hit in the next second.

At this critical moment, Jiang Ning descended from mid-air, raised his sword and swept it, sending the monks flying.

However, Jiang Ning didn't stop moving. He glanced around and saw that he and Linghu Chong were surrounded by a dense crowd of martial monks.

Jiang Ning reached out and grabbed Linghu Chong's shoulder, lifting him up. Then, he leaped to another open space where there were fewer martial monks.

"Junior brother, thank you very much."

At this moment, Linghu Chong also caught his breath and thanked Jiang Ning.

If Jiang Ning hadn't intervened, he would have already been defeated.

Jiang Ning shook his head and didn't speak; now was not the time to chat.

At this moment, the monks saw Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong jump behind them and quickly returned to defend.

Jiang Ning glanced at the martial monks around him, tightened his grip on the Zhenwu Sword, and charged forward.

The monks facing Jiang Ning did not dare to be careless when they saw him coming. They already knew that the person in front of them was the infamous King Ning, and immediately raised their sticks and used their internal energy to strike Jiang Ning's seven acupoints.

Jiang Ning dodged the attack by sidestepping, and at the same time turned around and swept his leg, drawing an arc in mid-air, kicking the faces of the seven monks. Screams of pain rose one after another. The seven monks were swept away and fell to the ground outside, spitting blood. They were injured and unable to continue fighting.

Jiang Ning's move was different from the previous one. Unlike Linghu Chong, who had been in the formation for a long time without any results, Jiang Ning had "crippled" seven monks as soon as he entered the formation.

The other monks' expressions immediately darkened upon seeing this, and they concentrated most of the Arhat Formation's power to deal with Jiang Ning.

when!when!when!

The sound of clubs striking each other rang out densely as many monks attacked Jiang Ning from different angles. Their attacks were well coordinated, and although it was a group of people attacking one person, it did not appear crowded.

Normally, when using a large number of people to deal with a single person or a group of people, there is an unavoidable problem: no matter how many people there are, when facing a single person, only a few people can fight against that single person at the same time, while the rest can only watch from the outside and cannot truly take advantage of numbers. It is called a group fight, but in reality, it is about wearing down the opponent with your own lives until the opponent is killed.

But the Arhat Formation is different.

These monks had grown up practicing martial arts at the Southern Shaolin Temple since childhood. They coordinated perfectly, with one retreating while another attacked, and several retreating while others attacked. They never revealed any flaws or gaps, leaving the attacked person no chance to catch their breath or stay still, and maximizing their numerical advantage.

A group of monks attacked from different angles. Eight monks attacked from eight different directions. The Demon-Subduing Staff was aimed at Jiang Ning's chest and back, while eight other monks attacked his lower body. The attacks were incredibly dense.

Jiang Ning moved with incredible speed, his Zhenwu sword moving with impenetrable speed, forming a sword screen around him. The weapons clashed, producing a dense cacophony of metallic clanging.

Jiang Ning's side suffered most of the attacks from the Arhat Formation, and Linghu Chong's side was not in a good position either.