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

Although Jiang Ning had already shared most of the pressure, preventing Linghu Chong from facing the Arhat Formation alone, Linghu Chong, hampered by his methods and with his internal energy beginning to wane, was already showing signs of being unable to hold on.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning swept away the attacking monks with a single sword stroke, then leaped to Linghu Chong's side, and the two joined forces to fight against the Arhat Formation.

when!

Jiang Ning deflected the Demon-Subduing Staff that attacked Linghu Chong from the side with a single sword strike, and then dealt with the martial monk behind Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong finally breathed a sigh of relief after receiving support from Jiangning.

The monks surrounding them continued their attacks, but the monks on the outer perimeter made different moves.

"drink!"

The monks on the periphery shouted loudly. Some of them lined up in a horse stance with their knees bent. Several monks stomped their feet and jumped onto the shoulders of these monks. Then other monks jumped onto the shoulders of these monks, and so on. Soon, a human wall was formed.

These monks were piled up together like a high wall, but then began to writhe like pythons.

The monks who were besieging Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong also made way, and the next second, the human wall piled up seemed to lash down like a whip.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong dispersed to the sides.

Bang!

These monks lashed out like whips, slamming their demon-subduing staffs into the ground, raising dust and seemingly shaking the earth itself.

"drink!"

The monks roared, veins bulging on their foreheads, arms, and necks. Together they struck Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong like whips lashing out.

Faced with this offensive, Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong regrouped.

"Junior brother, are you alright?"

Linghu Chong was panting heavily at this moment, his chest heaving considerably.

These monks' attacks were not so simple; their coordination was extremely perfect. They were now piled up together as if they were one person, but when they attacked, the monks attacked together, accompanied by a surge of internal energy, which was simply difficult to defend against.

Linghu Chong possesses considerable internal strength, but he now feels it's becoming unsustainable.

Jiang Ning was naturally unharmed.

At this moment, the opposing monks launched another attack, striking downwards like whips, just as they had the first time.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning stopped dodging as before and rushed over quickly, saying at the same time.

"Senior Brother, you attack from above, I'll attack from below."

Linghu Chong didn't understand Jiang Ning's meaning, but he acted quickly and immediately jumped to fight the 'whip-head' monk.

As the sword and staff struck, the monk with the whip raised his palm and struck.

Seeing this, Linghu Chong countered with his palm, simultaneously channeling his inner energy.

The two palms met, their inner strength surging.

Linghu Chong groaned, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and then flew backward, turning into a blur in mid-air before crashing to the ground.

Bang!

Linghu Chong rolled five or six times on the ground before he came to a stop.

At this moment, Linghu Chong's face turned red, his chest heaved with blood, and he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.

The monk who slapped him was completely unharmed.

"how is this possible?"

Linghu Chong was defeated, but at this moment he looked at this scene with disbelief.

How could he possibly lose in a contest of internal strength?

Linghu Chong was shocked and puzzled, but what he didn't understand was that he wasn't fighting one martial monk's internal energy, but rather all the martial monks' internal energy.

These martial monks practiced martial arts together from childhood, ate the same food, and practiced the same skills. From childhood to adulthood, they only did one thing: practice martial arts, practice martial arts, practice martial arts. For decades, they did this day after day. Their internal strength came from the same source, and their aura was like that of a single entity.

Just now, when Linghu Chong was exchanging blows with the monk at the head of the group, the other monks behind him were transferring their internal energy to him. When the monks combined their strength to strike, Linghu Chong, being alone, naturally couldn't withstand it and was instantly defeated.

Chapter 508: Breaking the Formation (Louis Likes Oranges 7/16)

Although Linghu Chong was defeated, he still served to draw the enemy's attention.

With Linghu Chong drawing fire from above, Jiang Ning seized the opportunity to attack the lower array's core. His charge was incredibly fast, like a raging bull charging into battle, heading straight for the few martial monks at the bottom.

The training emphasizes that power originates from the ground, and the same applies to formations. The formation formed by these monks is so powerful, but it is not without weaknesses. Once the bottom layer is broken, this python formation will fall apart like a pile of loose sand.

"not good!"

The warrior monks below immediately understood Jiang Ning's intentions upon seeing his rapid charge.

The other monks quickly stepped in to help the lower-ranking monks out of the predicament.

when!when!when!

Jiang Ning's sword flew up and down, deflecting wave after wave of attacks, and finally arrived at the location of the array's core.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Ning unleashed his inner force, sending several monks at the bottom flying. Without the support of the lower-level monks, the python formation composed of monks instantly disintegrated, and many monks fell through the air as if weightless.

Screams rose and fell as many monks plummeted from the sky, but the next second the other monks attacked again.

The breaking of this snake-like formation did not cause the monks to retreat, because the Arhat Formation remained intact.

Jiang Ning glanced at the martial monks surging in from all directions, then looked around, channeled his inner energy into his chest and abdomen, and let out a long roar, his inner energy surging around him.

Upon seeing this, the monks were greatly alarmed and dared not be careless in the slightest. They all assumed a horse stance, with one monk wrapping his arm around the arm of the monk next to him, and the rest of the monks doing the same thing, while simultaneously circulating their internal energy to resist Jiang Ning's suppression of internal force.

An extremely powerful internal force raged across the arena, causing the dust on the ground to rise without wind and instantly sweep across the area.

But the monks in the area all had flushed faces and bulging veins on their necks.

Their auras merged into one, enveloping them and resisting Jiang Ning's internal force. Although they felt dizzy and their bodies swayed slightly, they stood firm and remained as solid as a rock.

These hundred-plus monks actually withstood the onslaught of Jiang Ning's internal energy.

These monks were all quite skilled in martial arts, but they managed to hold on despite Jiang Ning's internal energy suppression. If it were anyone else attacking Jiang Ning now, many of them would have been screaming in agony by now, but none of these monks fell. This was all due to their unique abilities.

These hundred-plus people all practiced the same martial arts, and their internal energy was inseparable. They joined forces to circulate their internal energy to resist, and the combined internal energy of the hundred-plus people resisted Jiang Ning's internal energy suppression, which actually allowed them to withstand it.

"What terrifying internal energy."

At this moment, the expressions of the high monks who were watching the battle became solemn.

"For someone his age to possess such refined and profound internal strength is probably unparalleled in the world; it's unimaginable."

A high-ranking monk said.

"Is it the Purple Cloud Divine Skill?"

Another high monk shook his head: "No, I heard that when the Purple Cloud Divine Skill is used, the face turns purple and the internal energy is also purple, but there is no expression on his face, and the internal energy he showed was very pure, without a trace of impurity. It is not the Purple Cloud Divine Skill."

The high monk who spoke first asked, "Is that the Hunyuan Gong?"

"impossible."

The monk who was explaining shook his head decisively: "The Hunyuan Gong of Mount Hua is indeed a good technique, but one cannot cultivate internal strength to this level solely through Hunyuan Gong."

"strangeness."

Another high-ranking monk frowned and asked, "Could it be that the Huashan Sect has acquired some other unknown internal energy cultivation method?"

"These two people are very special."

Several eminent monks continued their discussion.

Linghu Chong and Jiang Ning truly exceeded their expectations. Both Linghu Chong's display of the Dugu Nine Swords and Jiang Ning's extremely profound internal strength surprised them greatly.

Several eminent monks discussed amongst themselves, but Zen Master Lingxuan remained silent, looking at the scene without uttering a word, his eyes filled with inscrutable emotions.

Martial arts can be categorized into external and internal skills. If we were to differentiate them, swordsmanship, knife skills, and other weapon techniques, as well as palm strikes, fist strikes, and leg strikes, would all be considered skills, while internal skills would be considered the Dao (the Way).

Today, upon seeing these two young disciples of the Huashan Sect, he felt as if he had glimpsed the pinnacle of skill and the pinnacle of the Dao in them.

"Sword Sect... Qi Sect..."

Looking at Linghu Chong, who was standing outside clutching his chest, and Jiang Ning, who was still fighting in the formation, Master Lingxuan's lips moved slightly as he softly murmured these words, his cloudy eyes flashing with an unknown emotion.

"Humph!"

"what!"

At this moment, the Arhat Formation still surrounded Jiang Ning. Eighteen warrior monks rose from all directions and used their Demon-Subduing Staffs to press down on Jiang Ning in the center. At the same time, another eighteen warrior monks rushed in from the surrounding area, forming a net-like formation with a strong sense of oppression.

Jiang Ning looked up at the sky and saw the eighteen martial monks pressing down. Their figures blocked the sunlight, and the light on the ground where Jiang Ning was standing was quickly swallowed up by the shadows until only a single dot remained.

Seeing this overwhelming trap, Jiang Ning stomped his foot, his body instantly soaring into the air. He unleashed his inner strength and sword energy, which spread out in dense clusters. Just as the light was about to be swallowed by the shadows, Jiang Ning burst out from the top opening, stepping onto the back of one of the people and leaping a great distance before landing.

"Chase!"

Upon seeing Jiang Ning leap into the distance, the monks all gave chase.

"Quick, follow them."

Several eminent monks who were watching the battle also joined in.

After Jiang Ning jumped out, he didn't think about re-entering the formation. This Arhat Formation was indeed something special, and the seamless cooperation of these martial monks made it very troublesome. If they fought inside the formation, it would be difficult to break it.

At this moment, Jiang Ning saw a big tree next to him and had an idea in his mind.

Just as the monks were about to rush forward, Jiang Ning raised his hand and struck the tree trunk with a palm strike.

Terrifying internal energy overflowed, and the tree only trembled slightly but did not break. However, the dense leaves on the branches fell with a rustling sound. Just before they hit the ground, Jiang Ning raised his hand and waved it. These leaves were carried by Jiang Ning's internal energy towards the martial monks.

Upon seeing Jiang Ning's attack, the monks dared not be careless. Instead of defending themselves, the last monk raised his palm and struck the back of the monk in front of him, transmitting his internal energy. This process continued until the monk at the very front received the surging internal energy and, without hesitation, blasted it away.

Internal energy raged in the arena, with Jiang Ning's internal energy clashing against that of over a hundred martial monks.

The leaves hovered in the air, seemingly about to fall, but the next second Jiang Ning increased his internal energy output, and the leaves spun rapidly in the middle under the combined force of their powerful internal energies, eventually merging into a sphere.

The sphere, formed from the fusion of numerous leaves, rolled wildly between the two sides, emanating a heart-pounding aura. At times, it moved slightly towards Jiang Ning. Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning increased his internal energy, causing the sphere made of leaves to move towards the group of martial monks. The martial monks, their faces flushed, frantically channeled their energy to defend themselves.

The leaf-shaped sphere remained locked in a stalemate between the two sides, with terrifying true energy raging in the arena. The sphere spun rapidly, with leaves constantly being added to it, making it grow larger and larger.

Jiang Ning remained expressionless as a continuous stream of internal energy poured from his palms. His long hair moved without wind, and his clothes fluttered in the wind due to the surge of his true energy.

On the other hand, the monks opposite were all turning from red to purple, clearly nearing their limit.