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Ning Chen had an idea. He had not learned the Dragon Subduing Tiger Fist yet, so he did not know which was better than the Arhat Fist. Thus, he left the Arhat Hall.
" Compared to the Eighteen Arhat Fist, the Dragon Subduing Tiger Fist seems to lack sixteen variations. I wonder how powerful it is…"
Arriving at the empty pagoda forest, Ning Chen flipped his hand and took out the martial arts manual of the " Subduing Dragon and Tiger Fist ". He clapped his palms together.
With a "Peng" sound, the "Subduing Dragon and Tiger Fist" instantly turned into a golden stream of light and entered Ning Chen's forehead.
Ning Chen was already used to it. He stood calmly on the spot and closed his eyes.
In his sea of consciousness, dragons roared and tigers roared. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
Dragon Vanquisher Sage descended. Under the black background, he waved his tail, reached out with his claws, and walked around like a dragon.
His mighty and vigorous body was imprinted with golden little people that were frozen in place.
Immediately after, Tiger Subdue Venerable appeared and demonstrated the subtlety of Tiger Subdue Fist.
A black tiger steals the heart, a hungry tiger descends the mountain, and a ferocious tiger pounces on its prey…
In the end, the illusory fist techniques of the Dragon-subduing Arhat and the Tiger-subduing Arhat intertwined with each other, proving what a fist was.
The fist technique was strict and divine!
Ning Chen suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp and fierce gaze flashed across his clear eyes.
He memorized the Dragon Subduing Tiger Fist and practiced it in the forest.
When his fists punched out, there was the roar of dragons and tigers, and the power of his fists was unparalleled!
"Hua! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The wind from the fist was like a gale, blowing the dust on the ground into the air.
If there were any spectators standing beside him, they would probably feel a strong sense of cutting on their skin and be in awe.
The small figure fought faster and faster, and more and more fiercely.
His figure was heavy, leaping, squatting, sweeping, or charging, like a fierce tiger with its arms wrapped around a flood dragon.
Ning Chen's arms opened and closed widely. It looked crude, but in fact, it was a combination of hardness and softness. There was a fine line in the rough. He was simply like an old grandmaster who had reached the peak of perfection. His fist technique had reached the pinnacle.
After cultivating to his heart's content, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed and he punched out with both fists. He just wanted to express his thoughts and release his will.
As a result, he subconsciously used a wisp of his Genuine Qi and smashed it heavily on a mottled stone tower.
Bang! There was an explosion.
The stone tower shattered at the waist and shattered into pieces. Gravel flew everywhere, and the top of the tower collapsed to the ground.
Just like that, a stone tower that was as tall as three people was knocked down by Ning Chen.
"Is…is it that powerful?”
Ning Chen stared at the broken tower on the ground with his mouth agape.
He did not expect his fists to be so powerful.
Didn't they say that only Rank-8 and Rank-7 could open the monolith and crack the stone?
How could he break the stone tower when he had just entered Rank-9?
"The stone tower must have been exposed to the wind and the sun. It must have been in disrepair for a long time. It must have been too fragile that it collapsed. It has nothing to do with me.”
"Amitabha, Amitabha, sorry…"
Ning Chen heard footsteps coming from afar. He stuck out his tongue and quickly ran away.
Of course, before he slipped away, he did not forget to take his broom with him.
When the person arrived, it was coincidentally the martial monk who had led a group of young monks to practice Arhat Fist. His Dharma name was Yuan Kong.
According to seniority, Yuan Kong was one generation lower than Monk Jue Yuan, but one generation higher than Ning Chen, who was of the " Miao " generation.
Monk Yuan Kong looked at the collapsed stone tower and frowned.
"Could it be that it has collapsed? It doesn't look like…"
Monk Yuankong squatted down, picked up the gravel on the ground with his fingers, and rubbed it a few times.
These crushed stones were actually as soft as sand. They shattered with a pinch and scattered in the wind.
"What a powerful fist force!"
Yuan Kong's eyes widened. His angular face, which had turned bronze due to the wind and sun, suddenly revealed a shocked expression.
The stone pagoda in the pagoda forest was originally built by an eminent monk who had gone out to travel and experience the world of mortals. After accumulating merit, he returned to the temple and built the pagoda.
In fact, it was just like the Merit Obelisk and had no practical use.
Therefore, there were countless Merit Obelisks in the pagoda forest.
After a long time, no one took care of it, so it collapsed.
What really shocked Monk Yuan Kong was that it was not difficult to knock down the stone tower. Monk Yuan Kong could do it with one punch.
However, it was difficult to make the crushed stones float like sand.
This required an extremely strong explosive force, an incomparably fierce force!
Monk Yuan Kong had practiced the Eighteen Arhat Fists for more than ten years. He was intelligent and had practiced it to perfection, but he couldn't do this.
"What fist technique is this?"
"The only martial art in the temple that possesses such force is the Great Strength Vajra Finger!”
"But the martial art that shattered the stone tower was clearly a fist technique!”
Monk Yuan Kong was puzzled. He scratched his bald head and thought that it was the doing of his martial uncle, who cultivated Arhat Fist more deeply than him.
The next day.
Ning Chen carried his broom and came to Arhat Hall again.
A group of novice monks in martial monk robes were practicing their fists. When they saw Ning Chen coming over, they could not help but mock him.
"This servant monk is here again."
"If you want the Arhat Fist, you can join the Arhat Hall. Unfortunately, you're not qualified.”
"A mere servant monk dares to steal our sect's profound martial arts repeatedly. Aren't you afraid of being punished with a cane?”
Ning Chen casually glanced at it, his eyes filled with ridicule. He turned around and threw it away like a worn out shoe.
The fist technique that he had been fascinated with yesterday was full of loopholes and was simply "eye-piercing".
Ning Chen did not stay any longer. He carried the broom on his shoulder and left, satisfied.
He had come today mainly to see how the Eighteen Arhat Fist was compared to the Dragon Subduing Tiger Fist.
Now he knew the difference between them!
Before they could go far, Ning Chen's voice sounded,""Too much is hard to master. It's complicated but not pure. It's spiritual but not fierce.”
This was Ning Chen's comment on the Eighteen Arhat Fists.
Monk Yuan Kong chuckled.""A mere novice sweeper dares to comment on the Eighteen Arhat Fist?”
"You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, and you don't understand the boundless Buddhist Dharma. I'm afraid you don't even know the simplest fist technique!”
The group of young acolytes laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths.
At this moment, Ning Chen, who disdained their argument, had already walked far away.
Actually…
If the head of the Arhat Hall were here, he would definitely be shocked and his mind would be filled with shock when he heard Ning Chen's comment about the Arhat Fist.
Ning Chen's concise twenty words had picked out all the flaws of the Arhat Fist!!
The head of the Arhat Hall had been immersed in the Arhat Fist for decades. Of course, he had discovered the problem with the Arhat Fist. However, he had never found a solution to it, which had become a great distress.
……
"It's not like there's no way to make up for the flaws of the Arhat Fist, but…hehe, they don't deserve to know.”
"Hmm, where should I go to sign in next?”
Ning Chen thought as he leaned on the broom.
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