Upon hearing Kumārajīva's question, Xuanci was taken aback and replied:
"The Imperial Advisor is joking!"
"Who could possibly master all seventy-two martial arts techniques?"
Before Kumārajīva could give a reply, Master Xuannan and the others also spoke up.
"Our temple's seventy-two unique skills include some specializing in lower body techniques, some excelling in fist and palm techniques, and some being skilled in lightness skills; each has its own strengths."
"Although some people may possess several unique skills, that is on the premise that they do not conflict with each other."
"Exactly, how could anyone possibly master all seventy-two martial arts techniques?"
"Even the thirteen legendary monks of the previous generation were only proficient in thirteen unique skills."
"In the hundreds of years since the Shaolin Temple was built, there has only been one such person."
"..."
For a time, the Shaolin monks were abuzz with discussion.
I think that Kumārajīva's words were somewhat deceptive.
It should be noted that among the 72 Shaolin Arts, many are exceptionally difficult to master.
Even a genius, who has never been born with exceptional talent, may not be able to master this skill even if they dedicate their entire life to it.
Just then, Abbot Xuanci glanced slightly, looked directly at Kumārajīva, and asked in a deep voice:
"Since the Imperial Preceptor has asked such a question, does he perhaps know of someone in this world who is proficient in all seventy-two unique skills of our school?"
Regarding Xuanci's question.
Kumārajīva neither agreed nor disagreed, but nodded slightly and put his hands together, saying, "That's right."
Upon hearing Kumārajīva's reply, everyone at Shaolin was shocked.
"this?"
"How is that possible?"
"Are you kidding?"
"How could there be such a person in the world?"
"Master of all seventy-two unique skills?"
"..."
The monks were stunned, quite taken aback by Kumārajīva's words.
Zhao Min and the others were sitting on the other side.
Upon hearing what Kumārajīva said, they all subconsciously turned to look at Wang Yang.
After all, Wang Yang possesses quite a few unique skills.
Even now, no one knows exactly how many martial arts skills he possesses.
In the eyes of Zhao Min and others.
If there is anyone in this world who can master all 72 Shaolin skills, it must be Wang Yang.
"Young master, does this Kumārajīva know you?"
Zhao Min asked with a slight doubt, her face full of curiosity.
Wang Yang smiled helplessly and shook his head, saying, "This is also the first time I've met him."
"Then why is he talking about you, young master?"
Zhao Min pressed for details, concluding that the person Kumārajīva spoke of who was proficient in all seventy-two arts was Wang Yang.
Wang Yang responded calmly:
"Xiaomin, you're mistaken. The person he's talking about isn't me."
Before Zhao Min could reply, Mu Wanqing suddenly interjected:
"Isn't it you, Wang Lang?"
"Who else could it be?"
As Mu Wanqing spoke, Zhao Min and the others all looked surprised.
Wang Yang smiled faintly and said:
"Of course he was referring to himself."
Upon hearing what Wang Yang said, Zhao Min and the others were all stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.
I originally thought that the person Kumārajīva was referring to was Wang Yang.
But it turns out that's not the case.
"Alliance Leader Wang, are you... are you so sure he's talking about himself?"
Dongfang Bubai glanced at Wang Yang, looking puzzled.
Wang Yang smiled slightly and said, "Miss Dongfang, just watch."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to where Kumārajīva and Xuanci were.
At this moment, Xuan Ci was also quite shocked after hearing what Kumārajīva said.
Startled, he let out a long sigh and looked at Kumārajīva with a solemn expression, saying:
"May I ask, Imperial Preceptor, who is the person you are speaking of?"
"A person who is proficient in all 72 Shaolin arts must be a great hero."
Upon hearing Xuanci's words, Kumārajīva smiled slightly and replied:
"Abbot, you flatter me!"
"I really don't deserve to be called a great hero."
As soon as Kumārajīva uttered these words, Xuanci was greatly shocked, and his eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Kumārajīva.
"The person you're referring to, Imperial Advisor, is actually yourself?"
Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva's expression turned solemn, and he clasped his hands together, saying:
"Amitabha Buddha, it is indeed I!"
Upon hearing Kumārajīva's reply, Zhao Min and the others were all shocked, looking at Wang Yang with disbelief on their faces.
Wang Yang just said that.
The person Kumārajīva spoke of who was proficient in all seventy-two unique skills was himself.
I never expected it to actually be like that.
"Young master, how...how do you know he's talking about himself?"
Zhao Min asked in surprise.
Wang Yang didn't answer, but just smiled meaningfully.
Upon seeing this, Dongfang Bubai was deeply shocked and felt that Wang Yang was even more unfathomable.
Yang Xiao and the others felt that Wang Yang was truly a god.
They know everything!
At the same time, all the monks present noticed this and their expressions changed.
"this?"
"It was him?"
"He knows all seventy-two Shaolin arts?"
"How is that possible?"
"This Tibetan monk is truly arrogant!"
"What a boastful person!"
"..."
Just as the monks were in shock, Xuanci said with a look of astonishment:
"The Imperial Preceptor is not a member of Shaolin, so how could he know the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin?"
Kumārajīva did not answer what Xuanci said, but smiled and said:
"Please enlighten me, Abbot Xuanci!"
Before the conversation had even ended, Kumārajīva, without waiting for Xuanci's reply, stood up abruptly from his seat.
Upon closer inspection, one could see his left palm suddenly raised horizontally, while his right fist lashed out with a whoosh.
"Bang!"
A deafening roar echoed through the air.
Before the Buddha's throne, a bronze incense burner, struck by a fist, bounced up with a clang.
It is the Great Vajra Fist, one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.
The fist did not touch the cauldron, yet the cauldron emitted a sound.
But that's not the hardest part.
The punch that Kumārajīva just threw was clearly aimed forward.
The force of the punch landed on the bronze cauldron, but instead of knocking it away, it sent the cauldron soaring into the air.
It looks simple, but it actually contains extremely subtle punching power.
Upon seeing this, Xuan Ci was greatly shocked, his face filled with disbelief.
With his keen eyesight, he naturally noticed it.
This Vajra Fist technique of Kumārajīva has reached its zenith.
The other eminent monks of Shaolin were also shocked by this scene.
However, before they could recover from their shock, Kumārajīva struck the bronze cauldron that was falling from the sky with a backhand.
The palm technique he used was none other than the Prajna Palm, one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.
The bronze cauldron, which was about to hit the ground, began to spin rapidly in mid-air due to the force of the palm strike.
After spinning around several times, the bronze cauldron finally fell rapidly toward the ground.
Upon seeing this, Kumārajīva suddenly extended his thumb and pressed it forward against the bronze cauldron.
Unconsciously, the force of his fingers was unleashed, directly blasting the bronze cauldron open.
If it's not the Maha Finger from the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, then what is it?
Putting that aside, as the bronze cauldron landed, Kumārajīva took the opportunity to wave his sleeves.
The bronze cauldron, which was resting on the ground, seemed to come alive and began to spin in place.
What he was using was the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts, specifically the Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill.
After his display, Kumārajīva stopped, bowed slightly to Xuanci, and clasped his hands together, saying:
"Abbot, this humble monk's mastery of the Kasaya Subduing Demon Technique is still lacking. Please offer your guidance!"
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