"I'm better than you. Don't believe me? Try me!"
Lin Bufan confronted the Sweeper Monk head-on, showing no fear whatsoever.
The sweeping monk was furious, and a huge Vajra phantom appeared behind him, as big as a small mountain, with a ferocious and terrifying face.
A fierce-looking Vajra in Buddhism?
Xuanji was extremely surprised, his mouth agape.
Xuan Nan and the other Shaolin disciples were in the same situation.
"Our grandmaster has actually cultivated the Wrathful Vajra to such a level that we are far behind."
"The greatest truths are the simplest. My grandmaster's understanding of Buddhism and his comprehension of scriptures and classics... we could never catch up with him in our entire lives."
"This is what you call the real Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts."
"Lin Bufan is going to be in trouble."
The more powerful the sweeping monks are, the greater the blessing for Shaolin. Their reliance on them excites all the monks.
The sweeping monk stared straight ahead, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and finally made his move.
Before taking action, he shouted, "Everyone scatter!"
boom!
Several invisible forces pulled over, instantly separating Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao Feng, Murong Bo, and Murong Fu from Lin Bufan.
The sweeping monk flew over and unleashed a powerful Vajra Palm strike at Lin Bufan, with a layer of grayish-white true energy faintly visible flowing in his palm.
True Qi transforms into physical form?
That's terrifying internal energy.
Lin Bufan was cautious and did not take it lightly. He sensed that the Sweeper Monk's strength was slightly higher than his own—mid-stage Free and Easy Realm.
"Northern Darkness Divine Art~"
Lin Bufan attempted to absorb the Sweeper Monk's internal energy, but was astonished to discover...
Can't it suck?
The sweeping monk revealed a contemptuous expression: "Young benefactor, do you think the same trick will work on this old monk? Do you think I am someone like Xiao Yuanshan?"
The phantom of the wrathful Vajra still lingered behind the Sweeper Monk. The Sweeper Monk attacked Lin Bufan with one palm while simultaneously chanting in prayer with the other, "Vajra Wrath!"
Suddenly, the wrathful Vajra phantom, resembling a small mountain, pressed down on Lin Bufan with overwhelming force, like Mount Tai crashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.
The scene reminded Lin Bufan of a TV series—The Magic Sword and the Chess of Life and Death.
When Yan Zangfeng unleashed the Thunder God's Wrath of the Four Symbols of Heavenly Will, the scene was roughly the same.
Majestic and domineering, invincible.
Good heavens, you, the Sweeping Monk, are trying to emulate Yan Zangfeng?
Lin Bufan tried using the Northern Darkness Divine Art again, but failed to absorb the illusory image of the Angry Vajra.
Logically speaking, the phantom is a physical entity formed from internal energy, so absorbing it is similar to absorbing internal energy, right?
However, it simply couldn't be sucked up.
The Sweeping Monk was an old dog who had lived for over a hundred years. He had long ago thought of ways to restrain the Northern Darkness Divine Art, the Dissolving Power Technique, the Star Absorbing Technique, the Power Absorbing Technique, the Blood Demon Technique, and so on.
Therefore, Lin Bufan's suction force had no effect on him.
His fierce-looking Vajra was still suppressing Lin Bufan, almost crushing him to death.
Beneath the enormous phantom, Lin Bufan raised his palms, his body appearing so weak and vulnerable.
Xuanji, Xuannan, and all the monks of Shaolin Temple wore expressions of joy and pride.
"Grandmaster Uncle is going to win."
"He's about to be crushed to death."
"Grandmaster Uncle, please put in more effort."
"Crush him to death."
“This boy should be executed. He has slandered Abbot Xuanci and tarnished the reputation of my Shaolin Temple.”
“That’s right, he deserves to die. Grandmaster Uncle, quickly perform a ritual to help him pass on to the Buddha.”
...
Xiaolongnu, Lu Wushuang, and Wanyan Ping became worried about Lin Bufan again.
This time, even Li Mochou, who trusted Lin Bufan, was unsure of herself, thinking to herself, "How can that damned bald monk be so powerful?"
Kumārajīva secretly stood some distance behind Lin Bufan, slowly lowering his raised hand.
He originally intended to ambush Lin Bufan, but he didn't expect the Sweeper Monk to suddenly appear and be so skilled in martial arts.
Then there's no need for him to take action; he should go and catch up with his old friend Murong Bo first.
Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan sat on the ground, dumbfounded.
They couldn't accept losing all their skills accumulated over sixty years in one day.
Qiao Feng didn't care. He wasn't that obsessed with internal energy and martial arts, believing that martial arts were just a way to resolve disputes.
As for internal strength, once it's lost, it's lost; you can slowly cultivate it back later.
He was also grateful that he had survived the ordeal and that his father was safe and sound. He was also thankful that Young Master Lin had not killed them, but only coveted their internal energy.
By the way, my sworn brother is injured. I wonder how badly he is hurt.
After helping his father up, Qiao Feng went to check on Duan Yu's condition.
Duan Yu's life is not in danger, but his wrist injury will heal in a little over a month.
Bao Butong and the other three retainers, along with Wang Yuyan, helped Murong Fu up and tried to wake him, but to no avail.
Meanwhile, Lin Bufan was still supporting the Sweeper Monk's wrathful Vajra.
The Sweeper Monk had studied martial arts for many years and was extremely proficient in the 72 Shaolin Arts, making him particularly difficult to deal with.
Since the Northern Darkness Divine Art was ineffective, then we had to resort to martial arts.
Lin Bufan changed his approach and used the Murong family's ultimate technique—the Shifting Stars.
With the support of his powerful internal energy, he painstakingly shifted the illusory image of the Furious Vajra, and then unleashed a Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms strike to shatter the illusion.
The crisis is over!
The sweeping monk looked astonished: "How do you know my 'Shifting Stars' technique?"
"Guess, and I'll tell you if you guess right," Lin Bufan said jokingly.
The sweeping monk was furious again, unwilling to be humiliated by his juniors, and immediately pushed out a three-foot-high wall of energy with his palm.
"Nine Yin Manual~"
Lin Bufan shouted again, shattering the three-foot-high wall of energy with a single palm strike.
The surrounding crowd stared in disbelief, marveling at Lin Bufan's power.
"He also knows the Nine Yin Manual?"
"It's one thing to let him learn the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, but he should also learn the Nine Yin Manual."
"This child has truly had many and many fortunate opportunities."
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