As soon as Wang Yang spoke, Kumārajīva was greatly alarmed.
But he quickly regained his composure and said, feigning calmness:
"Minor Formless Skill?"
“Young brother, you mustn’t talk nonsense. This humble monk has never heard of such internal energy.”
Seeing that Kumārajīva was still stubbornly denying it, Wang Yang smiled calmly and continued:
"The Lesser Formless Skill is an internal martial art practiced by Taoism."
"What it emphasizes is tranquility and inaction, and letting the spirit roam freely in the void."
"Although the name is similar to the colorless and formless martial arts in Buddhism, the essence is very different."
At this point, Wang Yang paused slightly and then looked at Xuan Ci and the others.
“Abbot Xuanci, you are proficient in Buddhist internal energy cultivation, so you don’t know much about Taoist internal energy cultivation.”
"That's what gave them an opportunity!"
"This monk, Kumārajīva, appears to be using the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin."
"But in reality, every martial art is powered by the Lesser Formless Skill."
"That's why you think he's proficient in all of Shaolin's unique skills."
Upon hearing Wang Yang's explanation, Abbot Xuanci and the others immediately understood.
"I thought there really was someone in this world who could master all 72 Shaolin skills."
"I never expected it to be like this!"
Xuan Ci glanced at Kumārajīva, his cold eyes fixed on him.
At the same time, the Shaolin monks also denounced Kumārajīva:
"You shameless monk!"
"I knew it! Why would you be so kind as to point out our shortcomings?"
"So it was a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it had no good intentions!"
"I actually believed that our special skills came from India, and I was almost fooled by this evil Tibetan monk."
"..."
The Shaolin monks were filled with righteous indignation, all staring at Kumārajīva with fierce glints in their eyes.
Seeing this, Kumārajīva immediately became uneasy.
If it were a one-on-one fight, he wouldn't be afraid of the Shaolin people.
But if the Shaolin monks swarmed him and attacked him, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.
In a panic, Kumārajīva glared angrily at Wang Yang and said fiercely:
"Kid! You...you stop talking nonsense here."
"What Lesser Formless Skill? There's no such thing as it."
Before Wang Yang could respond, Kumārajīva immediately mobilized his internal energy and unleashed the Flaming Blade, a secret technique of the esoteric Buddhism.
"call out!"
Suddenly, he unleashed a swift palm strike, and a flame, like a long blade, shot from his hand toward Wang Yang.
"careful!"
Upon seeing this, Xuan Ci couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
He wanted to help, but Kumārajīva made a sudden move. Before Xuanci could even move, the flaming blade had already swept in front of Wang Yang.
Wang Yang stood still, his expression completely calm.
His nonchalant demeanor suggested that he didn't take Kumārajīva's flaming blade seriously at all.
"boom!"
Just as the flaming blade was about to strike Wang Yang.
Just then, a golden light emanated.
Upon closer inspection, a golden protective shield had formed around Wang Yang's body.
In addition, his entire appearance seemed to have transformed into a golden statue.
"Bang!"
A deafening roar resounded.
Kumārajīva's flaming blade was directly blocked by the golden light shield.
"this?"
Upon seeing this, Kumārajīva was greatly shocked.
He had originally planned to strike successfully in one blow.
Who would have thought that Wang Yang seemed to have been on guard all along!
Without time to think about anything else, Kumārajīva lightly touched the ground with his feet and used his lightness skill to try to escape.
"Want to leave? Did you ask for my permission?"
Seeing Kumārajīva turn and leave, Wang Yang said coldly.
The next moment, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed his middle finger at Kumārajīva.
"call out!"
In an instant, a sword aura suddenly shot across Wang Yang's middle finger.
It is grand and imposing.
It was none other than the Zhongchong Sword from the Six Meridians Divine Sword!
In no time, Wang Yang's sword energy struck Kumārajīva's body directly.
"Bang!"
"puff!"
As Kumārajīva was in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed to the ground.
"Six...Six Meridian Divine Sword?"
He spoke with a deathly pale face, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Wang Yang.
He had visited Tianlong Temple in Dali before, hoping to obtain the manual for the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
Who would have thought that it would ultimately fail?
Shocked, Kumārajīva quickly asked:
"Who...who are you?"
"What is your relationship with the Dali Duan family? Why do you know the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"
Kumārajīva was utterly shocked.
He had previously used the Flaming Blade with the intention of ambushing Wang Yang and then extricating himself in the chaos.
Little did they know, Wang Yang was already on guard.
Moreover, what he used was the Vajra Indestructible Body, one of the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin.
That was bad enough, but now Wang Yang has actually used the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Dali Duan Clan.
Just a little thought made Kumārajīva find it unbelievable.
Wang Yang slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.
He didn't answer Kumārajīva's question, but walked straight toward him.
Upon seeing this, Kumārajīva panicked, his breathing becoming rapid and disordered.
What made him feel even more helpless was that he had been seriously injured when he was struck by Wang Yang's sword energy.
Before long, Wang Yangren had reached Kumārajīva.
"you……"
Before Kumārajīva could even utter a word, Wang Yang had already slapped him on the head.
Immediately afterwards, Kumārajīva's entire body began to tremble and convulse involuntarily.
"Ah ah..."
A piercing scream rang out.
Wang Yang quickly withdrew his hand.
Just now, by using the Star Absorbing Technique, I have absorbed all of Kumārajīva's power for my own use.
"Kumārajīva, this time I have only restrained your power!"
"If you dare to continue doing evil, I, the leader of this alliance, will surely take your life."
Wang Yang said coldly.
Kumārajīva collapsed to the ground, looking utterly miserable, with not a trace of his previous arrogance remaining.
"You...you are Wang Yang, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance?"
He looked up at Wang Yang with great difficulty.
In his memory, the only person who could possess such terrifying strength at such a young age was Wang Yang, as rumored in the martial arts world.
Wang Yang ignored what Kumārajīva said and turned to look at Xuanci:
"Abbot, have someone throw this wicked monk out of the temple!"
Hearing Wang Yang's words, Xuan Ci finally snapped out of his shock.
Although he knew that Wang Yang was exceptionally strong.
It was still unbelievable to see Wang Yang subdue Kumārajīva so easily.
After calming down a bit, Xuanci gave a wink to the monks beside him.
Immediately afterwards, several monks carried Kumārajīva away from the hall.
"Whoosh!"
After Kumārajīva was thrown out, Xuanci breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Wang Yang with gratitude and said:
"Alliance Leader Wang, we really owe you a great debt this time!"
"Otherwise, we wouldn't know how to deal with this foreign monk, Kumārajīva."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yang smiled calmly and said:
"Abbot, you flatter me. It was just a small favor, nothing to mention!"
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