The monks of the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple are very skilled in body cultivation.
Their indestructible bodies, tempered by internal energy, are exceptionally powerful, even capable of withstanding sword energy and blade aura.
Both Shangguan Ling and Chu Wenze were completely overwhelmed and defeated by their opponent's overwhelming force.
But no matter how strong their physical bodies are, they can't compare to Yang Cheng, who has undergone blood and qi enhancement and consumed Ying Gou's essence blood.
Moreover, when it comes to the simplest and most effective close-quarters combat techniques, how could they possibly compare to Yang Cheng, whose mastery of Chinese martial arts reached 92%?
Zhamude used brute force to overcome all techniques, and Yang Cheng also crushed him with even greater power.
Meanwhile, the crowd in the arena applauded and cheered in succession amidst Emperor Zhou Heng's clapping, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely heated.
Regardless of whose man Yang Cheng was under at this moment, or whether he was a lackey of the eunuch faction.
At least at this moment, he represents the Great Zhou Dynasty and the face of the Central Plains!
With such a fierce, violent, and decisive victory over Jamud, the team finally redeemed themselves after the defeats of the previous two matches.
Even Jiang Xuerou looked at Yang Cheng with a complicated expression, a mixture of surprise, admiration, and regret.
Zhou Heng even clapped his hands until they were red.
He is indeed somewhat of a looks-obsessed person.
Therefore, both the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Bodyguards were required to be handsome and upright, and they also had to fight in a way that looked good.
Yang Cheng's appearance did meet Zhou Heng's requirements, but if he had shown Zhou Heng such fierce fighting skills before, he definitely wouldn't have caught Zhou Heng's eye, and wouldn't have even become an ordinary captain of the Imperial Guard.
But now, seeing Yang Cheng severely injure his opponent in such a decisive and ruthless way, Zhou Heng, even though his body had been weakened by wine and women, felt a surge of excitement.
Meanwhile, on the Golden Horde side, Wendusu, who had just been completely calm and confident, finally changed his expression.
He knew that the elite troops of the Great Zhou were all on the border, while the people in the capital were all pampered and privileged, which was why he dared to openly provoke them.
Who would have thought that even the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Bodyguards had no match for them, yet there was such a master in the Imperial Guard.
"Master, please allow me to fight him!"
Another disciple of Baosheng Batu stepped forward, showing no fear whatsoever.
Baosheng Batu gently shook his head and said, "This person is shrouded in mystery, and I cannot see through him."
"Zhamud is no match for him, and neither are you. Step back, I'll handle this."
The Tibetan monk stubbornly insisted, "This person's physical body is exceptionally strong. Jamud's forte is also physical combat, so he was suppressed by the opponent and had no power to resist."
However, his disciple diligently cultivates incantations and practices with Zhamud regularly, allowing him to tailor his strategies to Zhamud's strengths. Therefore, he may not be without the ability to fight back.
Most importantly, Master, you cannot lose!
"Master, if you can't see through the mystery surrounding him, then this disciple will use my strength to force him to reveal all his hidden cards!"
Wendusu, who was standing to the side, quickly said, "Master Chaoge is right. Anyone can lose, but you absolutely cannot lose, Master!"
If you lose, what will become of the Golden Horde's reputation?
"Master, today you represent not only Vajra Wheel Monastery, but also the Golden Horde!"
Baosheng Batu shook his head and sighed, then said to Chaoge, "Be careful."
After saying that, he helped up Zhamud, who had fainted and whose cultivation had been destroyed. A golden-red light entered the other's body, and he fed him several pills before handing him over to the others.
Chaoge, carrying a prayer wheel, walked towards the training ground and said in a deep voice, "Chaoge of the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple, I humbly request your guidance!"
Someone from the Great Zhou side scoffed, "If one can't beat them, they send in two, a kind of tag-team strategy?"
Wendusu looked at the man and said casually, "Zhamude also fought two matches just now."
The warriors of my Khanate only care about winning and losing; they never concern themselves with such details.
The man was rendered speechless by Wendusu. This seemingly rough and uncouth envoy of the Golden Horde was actually well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics and was very eloquent.
Yang Cheng picked up the Imperial Guard's sword, smiled, and said, "It doesn't matter. I was just a little unsatisfied earlier."
Now that we've warmed up with our fists and feet, it's time to warm up with weapons.
As Yang Cheng finished speaking, the sharp edge of the Imperial Guard's sword arrived!
The sharp, cold blade came flying in the wind. Everyone only heard a whistling sound of the wind being torn apart. In the blink of an eye, Yang Cheng was already in front of Chao Ge!
It remains the same fighting method that is both extremely simple and extremely fierce.
Unlike the flashy moves of Shangguan Ling and Chu Wenze, his attack was simple and direct, and its power was immediately apparent.
Chaoge did not panic. Instead, he held a prayer wheel and shook it, producing strange rhythms.
"Om Mani Padme Hum!"
Amidst the rhythm of the prayer wheel, Chaoge uttered the six-syllable mantra, and the surrounding rhythmic patterns were broken and rearranged, the spiritual energy was torn apart and ordered, and a sense of aura surrounded Yang Cheng.
The figure of Chaoge in front of him began to split, each one seemingly real, yet each one seemingly fake.
As Yang Cheng's blade tore through, the scene before him vanished like a dream.
The strike missed its mark.
To outsiders, Yang Cheng, who had been incredibly fierce just moments before, now seemed to be hesitant.
The distance was less than ten feet, but Yang Cheng's slash still missed, as if he had suddenly gone blind.
They were unaware that Yang Cheng had been influenced by the esoteric Buddhist mantras and had fallen into a very strange state.
"Interesting, interesting. It actually uses internal force to drive the sound of incantations, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble, and even manipulating it to produce various changes."
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