Upon hearing his words, Fireworks, who had been smiling and cheerful, turned cold and kicked out with her leg.
The speed was so fast that it even produced a sonic boom.
The middle-aged lama, who had been admiring her beauty and youth, changed his expression upon seeing this.
But he was also a grandmaster, and he quickly formed a mudra with his hands.
Those around him instantly felt as if he were a towering mountain standing there.
But the next second, with a loud bang, Fireworks' leg whip had already lashed out in front of him.
The red-robed lama hastily blocked with his hand, and the next second he was kicked back more than ten steps before he regained his balance.
"Red Sun Dharma King, are you really any good? You always boast about how powerful your Immovable Root Mudra is, but you can't even catch a little girl's leg?" A man with a jade flute at his waist laughed. He looked young, but he already had a head of white hair.
He was handsome and effeminate, but his eyes gleamed as he spoke, and there was a hint of lewdness about him.
A glamorous woman nearby chimed in, "Oh, senior brother, maybe the Dharma King is going to let that young lady have her. Don't you know what 'playing hard to get' means?"
The two men, singing in unison, made the Red Sun Dharma King blush with embarrassment. Ever since the Golden Wheel Dharma King died under the walls of Xiangyang, he had considered himself the number one master of the Tantric sect, and even showed considerable disdain for him in his conversations. After all, the other party had been killed in a direct confrontation, and he believed that his cultivation was much higher than that of a loser.
But now, facing the young girl whom the Golden Wheel Monk once valued and wanted to take as his disciple, he was forced back so much by a single leg whip. How can he possibly get along with the upper echelons of Mongolia in the future?
His face turned ashen, and he charged directly at Yan Hua. He had to get revenge on the Prince of Yan, who was likely to inherit the throne in the future. If the Prince of Yan looked down on him, his future would be ruined.
Fireworks raised an eyebrow: "Interesting."
Although she hadn't used her full strength in that kick, she was somewhat surprised that her opponent had managed to block it.
Zu'an was filled with confusion. Red Sun Dharma King? Why does that name sound familiar? It seems to have appeared in one of Huang Yi's novels?
How did he end up here? Could this person really have existed in the history of Tantric Buddhism?
He was suddenly thrown into a state of confusion by this trial world, and had no idea how the God of Death had designed it.
At this moment, the Red Sun Dharma King was even more shocked. In the blink of an eye, he had already launched twenty or thirty attacks, but each time the opponent could easily deflect them.
It should be noted that the greatest characteristic of his Undying Seal Technique is its unpredictability. The force of each attack is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and he can switch between light and heavy in an instant, making the enemy tired of dealing with it. After a long time, the enemy will eventually reveal a flaw, and then he can take the opportunity to rush in and establish a decisive victory.
But just now, his opponent was able to perfectly counter each of his series of attacks, as if he had seen through the flow of his true energy and anticipated his moves.
How is that possible?
Watched by the prince and so many colleagues, he dared not hold back in the slightest. His hands moved so fast that they left afterimages as he unleashed another of his life's greatest skills: the Nine-Character Mantra.
"Immovable Root Mudra", "Great Vajra Wheel Mudra", "Outer Lion Mudra", "Inner Lion Mudra", "Outer Binding Mudra", "Inner Binding Mudra", "Wisdom Fist Mudra", "Sun Wheel Mudra", and "Vase Mudra"...
He kept changing his hand seals, and he even had a feeling that this time he was giving it his all. He had never used the Nine Syllable Mantra to such a level before.
However, each hand gesture was easily countered by the opponent, not with any mysterious or complicated moves, but with just a punch, a kick, a finger... always able to strike first and break through his moves.
Fireworks nodded secretly. The person who created this technique realized that the physical body is a precious raft for crossing the world, containing the secrets of heaven and earth. Through these special hand seals and the true qi circulation routes, the human body can communicate with the universe and rely on the power of heaven and earth, which can be considered as having one foot on the path of cultivation.
Unfortunately, the spiritual energy in this world is pitifully scarce, so all of this is futile and destined to be in vain.
At first, the Mongolian warriors were laughing as they watched the Red Sun Dharma King make a fool of himself, but as they watched, their expressions became serious.
If being kicked back more than ten steps by that woman at the beginning was due to the suddenness of the attack, now that the Red Sun Dharma King is attacking with all his might, he is showing no mercy whatsoever.
Yet, he still couldn't do anything to that woman. Her moves didn't seem to have any profound meaning; they were all ordinary, common techniques. But she always managed to neutralize the Dharma King's more advanced martial arts. The whole process was like an elder testing a junior's martial arts skills.
How is that possible!
Although they don't get along well in private and are rivals who would love to see each other make fools of themselves, they are all well aware of the Red Sun Dharma King's strength.
The opponent's claim of being superior to the Golden Wheel Monk was not an exaggeration. Many warriors in the Mongol army had seen the Golden Wheel Monk in the past and knew that the two were at least experts of the same level.
How could such a top expert be completely outmatched by a little girl?
At this moment, someone leaned over to Prince Zhenjin and whispered something to him. He quickly smiled and said, "So, young lady, you are the daughter of the former Golden Knife Prince Consort. Seeing you today, you are indeed a woman who is no less capable than any man. The Guo family has a long history with our Mongols. Why must we fight each other? How about we call it a day?"
Upon hearing this, the Red Sun Dharma King seized the opportunity to step out of the battle: "Since Your Highness says so, let's call a truce for now!"
Fireworks snorted coldly, too proud to bother pursuing her.
Seeing this, the Red Sun Dharma King quietly wiped the fine sweat from his forehead; he had almost made a fool of himself today.
"I've heard that you might become the new Great Han in the future. Does your word carry weight in Mongolia?" Fireworks asked, looking at True Gold.
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