usatvline Chapter 111 Fierce Battle with the White-Browed Monk; Shaolin Temple Closed
Chapter 111 Fierce Battle with the White-Browed Monk; Shaolin Temple Closed
As expected of a Grandmaster at the peak, the old monk with white eyebrows immediately sensed the danger as soon as he was enveloped by Sword Twenty-Three's domain and used his signature move—Golden Bell Shield!
In an instant, a faint golden light emanated from the white-browed old monk's body, as if he were wearing an indestructible golden armor.
Immediately afterwards, his skin hardened like iron, taking on an ancient bronze hue.
At the same time, Ling Feng controlled countless invisible small swords that rushed towards the white-browed old monk.
These invisible swords were incredibly sharp, capable of easily piercing through steel and rock, but when they struck the white-browed old monk's body, they made a series of crisp sounds and bounced away.
Ling Feng, as the actual controller of Sword Twenty-Three, sensed this scene through his mental power.
To his surprise, he discovered that even the invisible sword he had activated at full power could not cause any harm to the white-browed monk.
Ling Feng shook his head helplessly, sighing inwardly:
"Looks like this trick isn't working on him..."
Therefore, he decided to give up using Sword Twenty-Three. With a thought, the domain of Sword Twenty-Three instantly dissipated.
After the domain disappeared, everyone saw the white-browed old monk again.
To their astonishment, they discovered that although the white-browed old monk's clothes were tattered, his body was completely unharmed, without even the slightest scratch.
Everyone gasped in astonishment, deeply shocked by the white-browed old monk's strength.
Ling Feng, meanwhile, fell into deep thought. He had anticipated the strength of the White-Browed Monk, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong. Even his usually invincible Sword Twenty-Three was completely ineffective against him.
Ling Feng was secretly anxious. If things continued like this, he was afraid he would really lose.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and think of a solution.
Ling Feng realized that half of his time for using his internal energy had already passed. If he couldn't defeat the white-browed old monk in a short time, he would be at the mercy of others.
The old monk's Golden Bell Shield was practically a tortoise shell. Since Sword Twenty-Three couldn't harm him, then Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin must be about the same.
After pondering for a moment, Ling Feng realized that he had no choice but to use his trump card to save his life.
Ling Feng has never used this move since he acquired it, but its power is undeniable.
If this move fails to subdue the old monk, Ling Feng will have no choice but to flee with Qiao Feng.
Having made up his mind, Ling Feng no longer hesitated and immediately unleashed his most powerful technique—One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate!
This sword strike is one of the signature techniques of Li Chungang, the Sword God of Snow, and its power is unimaginable.
After all, although Snowy Mountain is also a martial arts world, its world level is clearly higher than that of Tianlong.
After Ling Feng unleashed this sword strike, the sky instantly became turbulent with wind and clouds, and dark clouds filled the sky.
As Ling Feng unleashed the full power of this move, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be suddenly cleaved in two by a sword.
A huge crack appeared in the sky, and sunlight streamed through the crack onto the earth.
An invisible giant sword slowly emerged from the crack, its tip protruding.
Everyone present was stunned by this sudden turn of events, completely at a loss for words to express their feelings at that moment.
Qiao Feng stared wide-eyed at the scene. He never imagined that his second brother was so unassuming and capable of displaying such amazing skills.
After witnessing all this, the white-browed old monk's calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a solemn expression.
On Ling Feng's side, although he possessed the strength of a Grandmaster at the peak, using this move was still a huge burden for him.
After using this move, he felt as if all his internal energy had been drained, leaving him feeling utterly exhausted.
This shows that this move truly lived up to his reputation as his last trump card.
After using it once, it will be difficult for him to start it again in the short term.
A moment later, a huge sword was fully revealed from the crack.
Its sword soared into the clouds, giving the illusion that a giant in the sky was wielding this massive sword to violently stab the earth.
When the giant sword was fully revealed, it seemed to have a locator installed, and it thrust straight at the white-browed old monk.
When the white-browed old monk saw the giant sword coming, he was startled, knowing its astonishing power. He dared not be careless in the slightest, nor did he dare to rely on his Golden Bell Shield to withstand it. He immediately gathered all his internal energy and struck the giant sword with his palm.
As soon as he struck out with his palm, a huge golden hand suddenly appeared in the air and then flew towards the giant sword with lightning speed.
This golden hand was entirely golden, as if cast from gold, shimmering with dazzling light and radiating a powerful aura.
This palm technique is called "Buddha's Palm," one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin Temple, and also one of the most profound martial arts in the temple.
Even within Shaolin Temple, very few people know this palm technique; there are no more than three.
This demonstrates the preciousness and mystery of this palm technique, as well as the boundless power it contains.
However, faced with the giant sword's fierce attacks, this huge golden hand appeared somewhat fragile and powerless.
The moment the two made contact, the golden palm was easily pierced by the giant sword, like a bubble.
Immediately afterwards, the giant sword continued its rapid advance towards the white-browed old monk without diminishing its momentum.
Just after the golden giant hand was pierced, a powerful force suddenly spread outwards.
This force swept over like a storm, causing everyone present to feel suffocated and terrified.
Many people were shaken by this force, and some even coughed up blood and fell to the ground unable to move.
The aftershocks of that single move were already unbearable for everyone; if that move had been aimed directly at them, probably no one present would have been able to withstand such an attack.
At this moment, the heroes truly realized that both Ling Feng and the White-Browed Monk were far beyond their capabilities.
At this moment, after the golden giant palm was pierced, the white-browed old monk had no time to make another move. He could only do his best to use the Golden Bell Shield to resist the sword.
However, although the Golden Bell Cover is one of the four great martial arts of Shaolin Temple, it still seemed somewhat pale and powerless in the face of such a fierce sword.
The giant sword appeared to be formless, yet at this moment it gave people an irresistible feeling.
Moreover, the white-browed old monk standing in front of the giant sword looked as insignificant as a lone boat facing a storm.
After the giant sword made contact with the white-browed monk, it did not make any earth-shattering noise and silently passed through the white-browed monk's body.
His fully activated Golden Bell Shield was completely ineffective against the giant sword, failing to provide even a moment's resistance.
After piercing through the white-browed old monk's body, the giant sword was planted directly in the ground, half of its blade embedded, instantly resembling a giant sword horizontally embedded between heaven and earth.
Subsequently, as its strength was exhausted, the invisible giant sword gradually dissipated.
After the giant sword passed through, the white-browed old monk stood there motionless, as if frozen in place.
It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but rather that his consciousness was annihilated by the giant sword after it pierced through him.
Not only was his consciousness annihilated, but his body was also destroyed long ago by the fierce sword intent of the giant sword.
After the giant sword dissipated, the white-browed old monk's body also began to slowly decompose, turning into countless tiny particles, which then gradually drifted away.
As a strong gust of wind swept by, these tiny particles were scattered by the wind.
In the blink of an eye, the white-browed old monk completely disappeared from this world, as if he had never existed.
Not even a trace of his existence in this world was left behind.
When everything returned to calm, everyone was still in shock, as if they were in a dream, unable to believe what had happened before their eyes.
The shocking scene they just witnessed was so immense that it was difficult for them to accept and understand.
After unleashing his final attack, Ling Feng also felt a void within his body, his inner strength almost completely depleted.
At this point, he no longer needed to worry about the agitation of his internal energy, because his internal energy had been completely exhausted, and the root cause of the disturbance was gone.
With his inner strength exhausted, Ling Feng became unsteady on his feet. However, with his tenacious willpower, he managed to stand firm.
At this moment, if an enemy were to take the opportunity to attack him, Ling Feng would be powerless to fight back.
Fortunately, everyone present was so shocked that no one noticed anything unusual about him.
Moreover, when people saw him standing there, his figure seemed like an unshakeable mountain, inspiring awe and making them dare not have the slightest thought of resistance.
After standing still and adjusting his breathing for a moment, Ling Feng felt that his internal energy had finally recovered a little, and he could finally move freely again.
Ling Feng then opened his eyes, coldly surveying the crowd around him, and asked in an icy tone:
"Gentlemen, does anyone else have a problem with my elder brother's behavior? If so, please step forward now so we can settle our scores and clear up any grievances."
In reality, Ling Feng was also at his limit. If someone were to step forward now, he would have no choice but to flee with Qiao Feng.
Fortunately, the strength he had just displayed was so astonishing that no one present dared to raise any objections.
After a long while, the room remained silent, and no one dared to respond.
There was not a sound coming from inside the Shaolin Temple.
After all, the white-browed old monk that Ling Feng just defeated was the strongest in Shaolin Temple. Now that even he has lost his life, how could others dare to provoke him so easily?
Seeing that no one dared to step forward, Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing that his plan had succeeded. Then he turned to look at the crowd around him and said calmly:
"Since everyone has no objections, then today's martial arts gathering will end here. We'll meet again in the martial world."
After speaking, Ling Feng glanced at Qiao Feng behind him and whispered to him:
"Brother, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's leave quickly."
After giving a greeting, Ling Feng didn't wait for Qiao Feng's response and immediately activated Lingbo Weibu, his figure flashing and disappearing from the spot in an instant.
Fortunately, the Lingbo Weibu technique requires very little internal energy, which is why Ling Feng was able to use his last bit of internal energy to perform it.
Otherwise, if he had walked away on his own two legs, it would have been easy for everyone present to see his current state of weakness.
Seeing Ling Feng leave, Qiao Feng also shouted loudly in all directions:
"Gentlemen, I have offended you all today, but I, Qiao Feng, have acted with integrity and have a clear conscience. We shall meet again in the martial world."
After shouting, Qiao Feng didn't linger. He also used his lightness skill to chase after Ling Feng in the direction he had left.
As the two left one after the other, the once bustling martial arts tournament became unusually quiet.
Everyone stared in the direction the two had left, their faces displaying a variety of expressions. Some looked shocked, while others were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Everyone knew that from today onwards, Ling Feng's name would be known throughout the world, and he would be crowned as the number one in the world.