No one expected Wang Yang to make such a choice.
He must face the three crossings single-handedly.
Upon hearing this, Kong Wen's brows furrowed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Benefactor Wang, are you sure you want to fight three of your senior uncles by yourself?"
Kong Wen originally thought that Wang Yang was going to find the two of them again to fight the Three Crossings together.
Who would have thought Wang Yang would say such a thing?
In Kong Wen's opinion, if that were the case, then there would be no question of taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
After all, the three monks worked together seamlessly, and their combined strength far exceeded the sum of their individual abilities.
Before Wang Yang could answer, Xuan Ci glanced at him and interjected:
"Alliance Leader Wang, how about we postpone our sparring match for another day?"
In Xuan Ci's view, Wang Yang was indeed strong.
However, it is unlikely that one can defeat the Three Monks of Salvation on one's own.
Even if Shaolin wins, it will give others grounds to say that the victory was not honorable.
Rather than that, it would be better to let San Du rest for a day and then have him spar with Wang Yang.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yang smiled calmly and said meaningfully:
“Abbot, your worries are completely unnecessary.”
"Um?"
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Xuan Ci's heart trembled, and he felt completely at a loss.
It felt to him that Wang Yang could see right through his thoughts.
At this moment, Kong Wen glanced at himself and continued speaking:
“Abbot, since Alliance Leader Wang has made this request, it would be too unreasonable of us not to agree.”
"My Third Uncle had already fought a fierce battle with Zhou Botong and the others."
"It's fair that the three of them are joining forces to fight against Master Wang alone."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Ci was stunned and didn't know what to say.
Not far away, Zhao Min and the other beauties, upon hearing this, were all extremely frustrated.
I feel that Shaolin is clearly taking advantage of us and then acting innocent.
Kong Wen, in particular, actually made such a grand and respectable claim about fairness.
Of course, although they were furious, they didn't say much.
After all, it was Wang Yang who took the initiative to mention the idea of fighting three against one.
Wang Yang didn't pay any attention to this.
When he first came to this summit, he was determined to see for himself the power of the Three Shaolin Elders.
If Zhou Botong hadn't asked to spar with the Three Elders, the outcome might already be decided.
"Benefactor Wang, are you sure you want to spar with the three of us old men all by yourself?"
Du'e opened one eye and asked indifferently.
Wang Yang smiled slightly and said:
“Master Du’e, we juniors are all standing here. Do you think this is a joke?”
Upon hearing this, Du'e's brows furrowed, and he then changed the subject, saying:
"Since Benefactor Wang insists on this, then my three brothers and I must experience your superior skills today!"
"However, before the competition, this old monk has something to say first."
“If you lose to us, none of these people from the Ming Cult will escape.”
As he said this, Du'e turned his gaze and swept it over Yang Xiao and the other members of the Ming Cult.
Previously, when Yang Xiao fought with them, he used the Qiankun Great Shift.
With Du'e's keen eyesight, he could see and thus determined that Du'e was a member of the Ming Cult.
"Um?"
"this?"
"You won't let us leave if we lose?"
"Could it be that in the eyes of this old monk Sandu, our Ming Cult is still some kind of heretical and evil sect?"
Yang Xiao and the other members of the Ming Cult looked on in astonishment.
No one expected that Du'e would suddenly make such a request.
It's important to know that the Ming Cult has now joined the martial arts alliance and is no longer the so-called demonic cult.
The more they thought about it, the more somber and grim the faces of the Ming Cult members became.
Wang Yang's expression did not change much after hearing what Du'e said.
Others might not know this, but he knew it very well.
One of Du'e's eyes was blinded by Yan Dingtian, the previous leader of the Ming Cult.
They sat here in meditation for three years, working tirelessly, all for the sake of avenging this grudge.
"Even with such high seniority in Shaolin, they still take grudges so seriously. Their Buddhist mindset can't be that high either!"
Wang Yang muttered to himself for a moment, then looked at Du'e and said with a smile:
"Master Du'e".
When will this cycle of revenge end?
"Not to mention, your great enemy, Yang Dingtian, the leader of the Yang Cult, is no longer alive."
"Isn't it a bit disregarding priorities for you to make things difficult for the Ming Cult members like this?"
"Besides..."
At this point, Wang Yang suddenly paused, then coldly added:
"Besides, even if the three of you join forces, you might not be able to defeat me."
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Yang Xiao and the other members of the Ming Cult were all taken aback.
They were still somewhat confused by what Du'e had said earlier.
Now that Wang Yang had said that, they immediately understood.
It turns out that the three Shaolin monks had a past grudge against Yang Dingtian.
Just as everyone was in shock.
Du'e's face suddenly darkened, his brows furrowing with a chilling expression.
In his view, Wang Yang was just a junior, yet he dared to be so presumptuous in front of the three of them.
"Enough talk! Take this!"
In the silence, Du'e spoke softly and coldly.
The next moment, three black ropes suddenly flew up and rushed towards Wang Yang's location.
Upon seeing this, Wang Yang's body sank, and he darted out from between the three black ropes like a white streak in the waves.
Before his feet even touched the ground, his body changed shape in mid-air, and he pounced straight at Du Nan.
"Um?"
Du Nan saw Wang Yang's movements were unpredictable and his speed was incredibly fast. In less than a moment, he was right in front of him, and his expression changed.
"boom!"
Without much thought, Du Nan raised his left palm and suddenly flipped it out, sending a powerful palm strike straight towards Wang Yang's lower abdomen.
Wang Yang turned around and deflected the force, using the Qiankun Great Shift technique to neutralize the palm strike.
At the same time, the two black ropes of Du'e and Du Jie coiled towards Wang Yang.
Seeing this, Wang Yang spun around halfway.
"boom!"
Then, Du Jie swung his left palm fiercely, striking out silently.
Wang Yang dodged smoothly, moving between the three pine trees to parry and counter their attacks.
For a moment, he suddenly struck out with his palm.
The terrifying palm strike, accompanied by a gust of wind, flew towards Du'e.
Du'e turned his head to avoid it, but was still hit by the force of the palm strike, and his face felt a faint pain.
"Good lad!"
Du'e gave a soft shout, and the black rope in his hand trembled rapidly, turning into two circles, and fell down on Wang Yang's head from mid-air.
Wang Yang moved like a flying arrow, dodging the rope ring, and charged straight at Du Jie.
...
And so, Wang Yang engaged in a fierce battle with the three comrades.
Everyone present was deeply moved by what they witnessed.
Previously, when Zhou Botong and his companions joined forces to fight the Three Elders, they were unable to gain the upper hand at all.
However, Wang Yang, though alone, fought the three of them to a standstill.
"As expected of Brother Wang!"
"One person can fight three people to this extent."
Zhou Botong was filled with sighs and emotions, and his admiration for Wang Yang grew even stronger.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Min and the other beauties were filled with admiration in their eyes.
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