Chapter 40 Ninth Level Internal Strength
"Enlightenment?"

As soon as Yuan Kong's words came out, they immediately caused an uproar in the martial arts field.

Monk Wuchan is the youngest master in the history of Shaolin Dharma Academy, and one of the few martial arts geniuses in the world who can practice the Yi Jin Jing. Although Wuchan never leaves Shaolin and no one has ever heard of anyone seeing Wuchan in action, the two terrifying names of "Dharma Academy" and "Yi Jin Jing" are enough to establish Wuchan's status in the hearts of the heroes of the martial arts world.

"May I ask Master Yuankong..." Lu Tingxiang asked hesitantly, "How many masters named Wuchan are there in your temple?"

Yuankong said: "The one who understands Zen is the one who understands Zen. There is only one person like him. Why does Mr. Lu ask this question?"

"Haha..." Lu Tingxiang laughed dryly as if to cover up his inner fluctuations, and said, "Young Master Su Wen Wu Chan is an expert in martial arts, and has mastered the Shaolin's first unique martial art, Yi Jin Jing, to the point of being as pure as fire. If I can see the power of Yi Jin Jing with my own eyes today, I will be very lucky."

One of the purposes of Lu Tingxiang mentioning the "Yi Jin Jing" so bluntly was to remind Qin San on the ring to be very careful. After all, he was no longer going to face Zhou Mu, Xun Zaishan and the like, but the best young disciple of Shaolin, the ancestor of martial arts in the world.

"Enlightenment." Yuan Kong ignored the various looks from the crowd and said calmly to the handsome little monk beside him, "Go up on stage and have a discussion with Donor Qin. Remember to stop when you are done and never hurt anyone's life!"

"Yes, uncle-master!" Wuchan stood up slowly, bowed respectfully to Yuankong and Yuanku, and then walked slowly towards the arena under the curious gazes of everyone.

He was wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe and a pair of monk's shoes, and nothing else on his body. He had a fair complexion, gentle manners, and a hint of shyness and immaturity between his brows. This was the best interpretation of enlightenment.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wu Chan walked to the side of the ring and stood still. He clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully to Qin San on the stage, saying, "I dare to ask for your advice without knowing my own limitations. I hope that Mr. Qin will show mercy."

"Young master, please come up and talk!" Qin San was a man who looked rough on the outside but was actually delicate on the inside. He naturally did not dare to underestimate the famous Wu Chan, and his words were much more polite than those he spoke to Zhou Mu and Xun Zaishan.

Wu Chan nodded slightly, then he bent and stretched his legs slightly, and his body floated onto the stage like a light willow catkin.

Teng Qin'er, who was watching the game on the sidelines, was playing with the green snake in her hands. She asked Xiang Tengcang with great interest, "Elder, is this little monk as powerful as the rumors say? Why does it seem to me that Mr. Qin San seems a little nervous?"

"The Yi Jin Jing is the best internal energy method in the world. Wu Chan has mastered the Yi Jin Jing at such a young age. How can he not be powerful?" Teng Cang explained with a serious expression, "Sending Wu Chan so soon, it seems that the six major sects are determined to obtain the Jing Feng Hua Yu Tu, and they don't intend to give us any chances anymore."

Teng Qiner couldn't help smacking her lips and said, "No way? Look at his stupid look..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Teng Cang interrupted in a cold tone.

Hearing this, Teng Qiner stuck out her tongue awkwardly, then changed the subject and asked with a smile: "Elder, you are well-informed. There is one thing I have never understood. You said that the monks in Shaolin Temple should not be close to women for their entire lives, right? Then, compared with the Yi Jin Jing practiced by this little monk and the Tong Zi Gong practiced by Si Kong Zhu, which one has a deeper internal force? I heard that those who practice Tong Zi Gong will lose all their life's strength as soon as they touch a woman, and Yi Jin Jing..."

Before Teng Qin'er could finish her words, Teng Cang's murderous eyes were already fixed on her. Teng Qin'er was so scared that she quickly swallowed the rest of her words back, and at the same time she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

On the ring, Qin San was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he slowly circled around Wu Chan a few times, looking at Wu Chan from head to toe and from front to back. However, no matter how he looked, he could not see any extraordinary qualities of Wu Chan.

"Third brother, be careful." Qin Da, who was sitting on the sidelines, reminded anxiously. His rough voice sounded particularly loud in the silent martial arts arena.

Qin San nodded nonchalantly, his tiger eyes carefully staring at Wu Chan who was standing quietly in front of him, and said: "Young Master, Qin is a rough man, not as good as you outsiders, but swords have no eyes, if Qin offends me in any way later, I hope you won't blame me."

"Amitabha, now that I am standing on the stage, I no longer belong to the outsiders. Donor Qin does not have to worry." Wu Chan was still in a state of meditation, with his eyes on the nose, his nose on the mouth, and his mouth on the heart. His head was slightly lowered, his hands clasped together, and his every word and action was humble and polite.

"Then... Qin is offended!"

Qin San suddenly shouted loudly, and took advantage of Wuchan's unpreparedness to quickly swing his knife straight at Wuchan's head. Facing the sudden attack, Wuchan just sighed "sin", then stepped his feet and turned his body. The sharp blade and a strong and powerful energy flashed past Wuchan's body, and the energy blew Wuchan's monk robe and shook it violently, but the blade did not hurt Wuchan at all.

Qin San seemed to have expected that Wuchan would dodge the knife, so before the blade hit the ground, he flipped his wrist and the sharp blade slashed towards Wuchan's lower abdomen. Since the distance between the blade and Wuchan's lower abdomen was almost negligible, it was simply wishful thinking for Wuchan to find a chance to dodge at this moment.

Seeing this scene, all the spectators exclaimed in surprise, and many of them secretly regretted that Wu Chan underestimated his enemy.

Just when Qin San thought he was about to succeed, his Lieyang Knife hit Wuchan's soft monk robes like hitting a piece of fine steel. With a loud "clang", the Lieyang Knife was shaken away, and even Qin San's arm holding the knife was shaken and numb. At this time, blood was gushing from the base of Qin San's right hand, showing how fierce the power was.

Qin San was knocked back several steps. When he stabilized himself and looked at Wuchan, he saw Wuchan still standing there quietly, calm and composed. Even Wuchan's monk robe had not been torn by the Lieyang Knife. On the other hand, the Lieyang Knife in Qin San's hand had a deep notch on its hard blade.

This scene surprised everyone present to the point of suffocation. Everyone looked at Wu Chan as if they were looking at a monster. Even a top master like Luo Tianjin couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw this scene.

“Golden Bell Cover!” Deng Changchuan exclaimed. He turned to look at Luo Tianjin in disbelief and said in a trembling voice, “Palace Master, did you see that? The move that little monk Wuchan just used was clearly the Golden Bell Cover. He externalized his internal force half a foot away from his body and took on Qin San’s Fiery Sun Blade without any damage.”

Hearing Deng Changchuan's sigh, Liu Xunyi couldn't help but be shocked. "Golden Bell Cover" and "Internal Force Externalization" were words he had seen in martial arts books before. However, he had seen them before, but in fact, such martial arts had always existed in Liu Xunyi's admiration legends and he had never come into contact with them in depth. At least, Liu Xunyi himself asked himself that it was impossible for Wuchan to do what he had just done. At the same time, he looked at Wuchan with a little more admiration in his eyes.

While Luo Tianjin was sighing, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said lightly: "It takes six levels of internal strength to release internal strength, and nine levels of internal strength to achieve it. Three levels of internal strength are like candles, six levels of internal strength are like stars, and nine levels of internal strength are like the moon... How many masters in the martial arts world today can possess nine levels of internal strength? I never thought that Wu Chan, at such a young age, would have internal strength that is not inferior to mine. It is really incredible. It seems that the Shaolin School must be the one to create the Storm-Transforming-Rain Diagram today."

"No solution!"

At the same time, Sikong Zhu only had these two words to answer Lu Tingxiang. Facing Lu Tingxiang's solemn expression, Sikong Zhu sighed and said, "Young Master, Wu Chan's Yi Jin Jing has been practiced to perfection. Not to mention that he is invincible among the younger generation, even in the entire martial arts world, I am afraid that he will be hard to beat! I am afraid that my sixty years of Tong Zi Gong cannot defeat him, but Yi Jin Jing can enable him to achieve such an achievement at such a young age. It is indeed worthy of being the world's number one internal energy method. Monk Yuankong has his own intentions. He saw through Qin San's intention to establish his prestige with the power of thunder, so he used his own method to treat him. Now he sent Wu Chan, who is so strong that he is invincible among the younger generation, to stand on the stage. His intention is also to establish prestige for us. As long as the young disciples present are not fools, I am afraid... I am afraid that no one will be stupid enough to think that they can go up and defeat Wu Chan."

Hearing this, Lu Tingxiang's mouth twitched a few times, and he said gloomily: "Because of this, I must get the Jingfenghuayutu and practice the Jinyu Magic. Only by practicing the Jinyu Magic can I, like Wuchan, practice a pure and profound internal force at a young age, and truly compete with Luo Tianjin and other martial arts masters. Although I am regarded as one of the twelve heroes of the martial arts world together with Luo Tianjin, Zhong Limu and others, in fact, my martial arts are far behind theirs. Among the twelve heroes, I am the weakest. I can be ranked here only because of the influence of my grandfather and father. Over the years, I have lived up to my reputation and have been worried day and night, fearing that I would tarnish the reputation of the Jiangnan Lu Mansion." As he spoke, Lu Tingxiang glanced at Mo Cen in the distance with a gloomy look, and whispered, "And this Senior Mo, my father has been kind to him, and I have treated him well. For many years, he has been eating, drinking, and taking from my Lu family, but he just refused to show me the Wind and Rain Painting. Even though I begged him in every possible way, he was unmoved. In the end, he had to consider his son's safety because he had a son in his old age, so he handed over the painting very reluctantly."

"He handed over the map, but he didn't expect it to cause such a big commotion." Sikong Zhu continued, "Although he promised solemnly before to give the map to you, Mo Cen had already expected that once the grand ceremony of retiring from the underworld was held, the various sects would not watch him give the map to the Lu Mansion. To put it bluntly, Mo Cen had expected this farce and had deliberately created it. His purpose was to tell the world that the Jingfenghuayu map no longer belonged to him, Mo Cen, from today on, and that no one should look for him again with all their grievances."

"What a thief!" Lu Tingxiang said in a bad tone, "He relieved himself of his worries, but made us fight to the point of bloodshed, and completely forgot all the kindness my father had shown him. It would be fine if we could successfully obtain the Jingfenghuayu Tu today, but if we don't get it in the end..." Lu Tingxiang stopped abruptly here, but Si Kongzhu had already understood the meaning of his words.

At this moment, Qin San and Wu Chan fought for more than seventy rounds on the ring. Although it was called fighting, in fact, Qin San attacked and Wu Chan defended. From beginning to end, Wu Chan never took the initiative to attack Qin San once.

But even so, Qin San was still getting more and more frightened as the fight went on, because he had already used all of his most familiar killing moves in the past seventy rounds, but was still unable to shake Wu Chan's golden bell cover, and even Wu Chan's monk robe was not damaged at all. He became more and more anxious as the fight went on, and in the end he exhausted himself and was out of breath.

“No more fighting!” Qin San on the ring waved his hand and said urgently, “If you keep fighting like this, I won’t be able to hurt you even if I die of exhaustion. Young Master is indeed very strong in internal strength. Just defending without attacking has already exhausted me to death. Qin San, I think I have no way to deal with you. I admit defeat!”

Qin San was a straightforward person. After saying this, he ignored everyone's surprised looks, jumped off the ring on his own initiative, and walked towards the sidelines with big strides.

"Amitabha, Mr. Qin has given in!" Wu Chan seemed to be relieved to see Qin San admit defeat. He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Qin San respectfully.

"I didn't let you win, I just really have no way to deal with you. Fighting is tiring and frustrating, so it's better not to fight!" Qin San, who was sitting on the sidelines, drank tea in big gulps and waved his hands carelessly.

"If that's the case, then who else is willing to go on stage and fight Master Wuchan?" Although Lu Tingxiang was unhappy, this was his residence after all, and some things had to be done by him. Lu Tingxiang looked around at Song Yu, Tang Ren and others, and a hint of urgency flashed in his eyes.

“If Shaolin gets this map, then we won’t have any more trouble fighting for it.” Leng Kongyang, the third elder of Kunlun, said loudly.

"I, Emei, have the same idea." Master Miao'an nodded in agreement.

With Kunlun and Emei leading the charge, Qingcheng and Wudang, who had been communicating with each other beforehand, would naturally not send anyone to fight for the map. As for Kongtong, although it had a bad start, the map finally did not fall into the hands of its enemies. For many years, the six major sects have been as close as one family, and now Wuchan is fighting ten with one, which can be considered a win for Kongtong.

Seeing that no one had stepped forward to challenge him for a long time, Lu Tingxiang couldn't help but feel annoyed, and then he wanted to fight Wuchan himself, but before he could open his mouth, a crisp and teasing voice suddenly sounded from the sidelines.

“Since no one is willing to spar with Master Wuchan, why not let me go up and give it a try!”

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(End of this chapter)