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"F * ck, to think that there would be a new choice at this time. This damn system is really just right.”
Secretly cursing, Wang Bukong immediately thought of something and started to check.
[Option 1: Tell Monk Fang Zheng honestly that the System will leave the host and all the rewards obtained will be reset.]
[Option 2: Challenge Monk Fang Zheng directly. If you win, you will be promoted to the highest realm of any martial arts. If you lose, you will be promoted to the highest realm of any martial arts.]
[Option 3: Stop acting tough for now. Take Lin Pingzhi and leave Shaolin Temple immediately. You won't get any rewards.]
After looking at the three options, Wang Bukong was stunned for a moment before choosing the second option.
The first option was something only an idiot would choose.
As for the third option, it was like drawing water with a bamboo basket. Wang Bukong had always been a thief who would not leave empty-handed, so he naturally would not choose it.
Only the second option would benefit him greatly whether he won or lost.
After making his choice, Wang Bukong looked at Monk Fang Zheng and said,""Shouldn't monks be free from all worldly desires? You're so curious about my secret, and you're saying that you're empty-handed?”
"Amitabha, Patron, you're right." Fang Zheng and Shang said. However, this matter concerns the century-old foundation of Shaolin Temple, so I have to break my precepts.”
"It seems like you, old monk, are just a facade." Wang Bukong laughed.”"Forget it, I can tell you the secret, but you have to defeat me first."”
Monk Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and said,""Alright, this old monk will come and experience your brilliant moves.”
At this moment, Monk Fang Sheng, who was beside him, shouted,""Wait. Senior Brother Abbot, you are the dignified Abbot of Shaolin Temple. How can you fight with others so easily? Let me do it for you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and walked in front of Wang Bukong.
Wang Bukong sized up Monk Fang Sheng and said,""Monk, I challenged your abbot to a battle, but you jumped out first. Could it be that you're interested in the abbot's position?”
"Nonsense."
Monk Fang Sheng shouted loudly, then he quickly turned to Monk Fang Zheng and explained,"Senior Martial Brother Fang Zhang…"
Before he could finish, Monk Fang Zheng interrupted,""There's no need to say anything else. Junior Brother Fang Sheng, you can leave now.”
"Yes."
Monk Fang Sheng had no choice but to return to his original position resentfully.
Then, Monk Fang Zheng slowly walked down the stage. His steps were steady and heavy, just like a master.
"Benefactor, you are a guest who has come from afar. Please make the first move."”
Although Wang Bukong wasn't afraid of an expert like Monk Fang Zheng, he didn't dare to underestimate him.
He didn't hold back. His body moved and he threw a punch at Monk Fang Zheng's chest. It was the Arhat Subduing Tiger. His Arhat Fist had already reached the great success realm. The precision of his moves and the stability of his force were all grasped perfectly. This punch instantly made many monks feel ashamed.
Monk Fangzheng's eyes lit up as well, and he praised,""Benefactor, your Arhat Fist is really good.”
As he spoke, he also raised his hand and punched, meeting Wang Bukong's fist head on.
"Pow!"
With a muffled sound, the two fists collided and their bodies swayed before they separated.
Wang Bukong took five steps back while Monk Fang Zheng only took three.
With just one punch, the winner was determined. It was obvious that Monk Fang Zheng was the winner.
Although Wang Bukong's Art of the Origin of Heart and Spirit had been raised to the highest realm, and his skills were superior to most of the top masters in Jianghu, Monk Fang Zheng had been studying Yijin Jing for decades, and his skills had reached the peak. Moreover, the quality of his Internal Breath was extremely pure. In comparison, Monk Fang Zheng was naturally superior.
It was mentioned before that Wang Bukong's current strength was on par with Monk Fang Zheng, Taoist Priest Chong Xu, and Ren Woxing. This was true. Wang Bukong's current strength had indeed reached the level of a Master, but there were differences between those of the same level. Just like Zuo Lenchan and Yue Buqun, they were also at the same level, but Zuo Lenchan was clearly stronger than Yue Buqun. The gap between Wang Bukong and Monk Fang Zheng was like the gap between Yue Buqun and Zuo Lengchan, or the gap between Ren Woxing and Monk Fang Zheng.
With such a difference in strength, it would be extremely difficult for Wang Bukong to win, but it was not impossible.
In the original novel, Ren Woxing had once fought Monk Fang Zheng. From the beginning, Ren Woxing was at a disadvantage, but in the end, Ren Woxing won by one move.
Ren Woxing was able to win because he had used a trick, and Wang Bukong was also planning to use this trick.
As for moral constraints, they were nothing in Wang Bukong's eyes. Completing his choice was his top priority.
"The old monk has such pure power."
After exchanging a punch, Wang Bukong was confident. He moved his body once again, and his palms flew up and down, attacking Monk Fang Zheng like a storm. When he attacked with his palms, the wind from his palms whistled as he opened and closed widely. There was the power to split stone and the power of wind and rain. It was the move of the Great Strength Vajra Palm.
Monk Fang Zheng had already seen Wang Bukong's Vajra Palm before, so he didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest. His palms flew up and down, responding with a Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm. In an instant, Monk Fang Zheng's palms transformed into layers of illusory shadows. Two into two, two into four, four into eight. In just three breaths, palm shadows filled the sky.
Wang Bukong's Great Strength Vajra Palm had a vigorous palm force. It opened and closed widely, and each palm could unleash the effect of one force suppressing ten.
Fang Zheng's Thousand-handed Tathagata Palm was like a bottomless pool.
The Great Strength Vajra Palm went against the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm. The palm techniques were firm and fierce, and the changes in the palm techniques were subtle. It was a match made in chess.
"Bang bang bang…"
The two of them used their palms to fight each other. Their palms collided, and their palms resisted each other. A series of heart-palpitating explosions erupted.
In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged dozens of moves and were still evenly matched.
Seeing the two of them fight, the monks who were watching from the side were stunned.
"Who exactly is this person?" Monk Fang Sheng muttered to himself in a low voice. He actually cultivated our temple's Vajra Palm to such a level. To think that I wanted to challenge him just now. He really overestimated himself.”"He looks like he's in his twenties. Even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, it's impossible for him to reach this realm."”
Lin Pingzhi, who was standing at the side, was also stunned. He muttered,""I didn't expect Benefactor's martial arts to be so powerful!”
Wang Bukong and Monk Fang Zheng didn't have the time to care about the shock of the others.
When experts exchanged blows, the difference of a hair's breadth could result in a thousand miles of loss. How could the two of them dare to be distracted?
After fighting for more than a hundred moves, Wang Bukong suddenly opened his mouth and said,""Not only is the old monk's power pure, but his palm technique is also superb.”
Monk Fang Zheng replied," Benefactor, you are so young, but you have already reached such a level of martial arts. You are indeed a rare genius in the martial arts world. I admire you very much."”
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