C130 Victory is hard to come by (2)

After half the competition, there was a short break.

At this time, Kong Ming said to the Second Prince in a voice that everyone had heard:

"Your Highness, this old monk has always believed that if monks only cultivated Buddhism for the sake of buddhist cultivation, not thinking of living under the heavens, nor raising their martial arts cultivation, if one day the Buddhist Sect suffered a calamity in the chaotic world, who could protect the Buddhist Sect from being destroyed?"

The Second Prince smiled and casually said:

"What Master Kongming is worried about is not without reason. "In this world, martial arts is revered. If the Buddhist Sect wants to continue to develop, then it cannot easily waste away the cultivation of martial arts!"

"Your Highness is right!"

Everyone present, other than the slightly crazy Zhao Shenglong, were clearly able to hear what Kong Ming said. He was secretly ridiculing North Zen as merely cultivating the Buddha, which was not heavy on the martial way.

Everyone in the North Zen felt upset. Some of them wanted to refute Kong Ming, but because of the continuous defeat of the disciples of the North Zen, they had no way of refuting it!

At this time, the Southern North Zen disciple competition continued. The tenth disciple on the North Zen lost even more quickly. However, as soon as she went on stage, she was pushed back to the bottom of the stage by the palm shadows that filled the sky.

According to the rules of the competition, as long as both of his feet landed on the ground, he would be considered to have lost.

This North Zen disciple lost the match without even making a move. She felt that she was very useless, but most of the disciples of the North Zen let out a sigh subconsciously.

The competition continued all the way until the 17th person. Because of the difference in cultivation, all of these peak Pulse Cultivating Stage North Zen disciples were defeated by South Zen Bone Forging Stage martial artists.

Many disciples of the North Zen had already lost to the point of losing. No one even sighed, and the expressions on all of their faces were extremely bad!

At this time, Wu Cong, who was beside Zhao Mingzhe, slowly stood up and said:

"Amitabha, Junior Brother Ming Zhe, it's my turn to fight in this final match. I hope this little monk can win this fight for the sect!"

Zhao Mingzhe thought about how Wu Cong was a Bone Forging stage cultivator and felt that he was quite confident in Wu Cong. As for many disciples of the North Zen, when they saw Wu Cong standing up and understood his strength, their faces lit up with hope once more.

On the stage, a young monk about eighteen or nineteen years old was already waiting. Seeing Wu Cong on stage, the young monk smiled and said:

"Speaking of which, this is already the third year of Senior Brother Wu Cong's last battle. The last two times, my two senior brothers only barely defeated Senior Brother Wu Cong. This time, little monk Kong Wu Zong will not stage, and will probably not do such a thing. "

The pure and kind Wu Cong thought that these were empty words of courtesy, put his hands together and said:

"Amitabha, I heard that Junior Brother Kong was the one who took in a disciple under the leadership of Master Kong Ming. Presumably, his talent is extremely high, there's no need to be so humble, I'm not confident that I can win either …"

Kong Wu Chen laughed in the sun at this time, his voice slightly ice cold as he interrupted Wu Cong's words:

"It seems that you've misunderstood. What I mean is that this time, I will not have a narrow victory. Instead, I will completely defeat you. You will not have the slightest chance of winning. Do you understand?"

As the empty voice fell, many disciples of North Zen were in an uproar. They did not expect this young monk to be so arrogant.

The Kong Ming from the stage, however, had a face full of indifference as she slowly said:

"Accepting a disciple requires strength. Although he is a monk, he is also a cultivator. If he does not have the pride to fight on the path of a martial artist, how could he be able to cut through thistles and thorns on the path of cultivation!"

The meaning behind Kong Ming's words clearly felt that what he just said wasn't wrong at all. He should have this sort of arrogance!

Zhao Mingzhe's eyes were somewhat cold, and thought to himself, it's no wonder that Kong Ming went to the Phoenix Cry Sect to help the evil people back then. Although this person is a monk, he has a very violent heart!

At this time, the air above the stage roared and took the initiative to attack.

As he charged forward into the air, on the stage's surface, countless shadows of fingers appeared. These shadows of fingers, along with shrill sonic booms, rippled outwards, like the stamens of a flower in full bloom, constantly surging outwards.

Amongst the disciples of the North Zen s, there were already some who cried out in alarm:

"This is the Carved Flower Finger!"

"I never thought that he would be so young and have already mastered the first finger technique of the Zen Sect. His talent cannot be described as amazing!"

Jia Ye Hua Fu Finger was rumored to have evolved from the smiling Jia Ye Venerable One. Her moves were extremely beautiful, and her power was also deep and unfathomable.

Amidst the disorderly discussion, Wu Cong's expression became serious and he suddenly shouted:

"Great Wisdom Palm!"

Following the sound, Wu Cong's legs seemed to have grown roots on the stage, and the joints of his arms began to emit cracking sounds, like beans popping.

Wu Cong's palm, seemed to be able to expand in the wind and continued to grow bigger. It was big enough to cover the entire stage's palm image and it headed towards the myriad of finger images.

"Break!"

With a loud shout, crackling sounds came from his right arm. Obviously, Kong Wu's cultivation wasn't weak. He was also a Bone Forging stage martial artist!

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a gigantic illusory finger. Carrying an incomparably majestic aura, it collided with Wu Cong's palm.

An earth-shattering sound was heard. Crack crack crack crack … The entire stage was covered with the sounds of stone slabs shattering. Many of the stone slabs were shattered by the shockwave and scattered into the air.

Patriarch Xuan Tong suddenly opened his mouth:

"Amitabha, Paint Earth Prison!"

Following the voice, the right palm of Ancestor Xuan Tong pushed out. Although it looked slow, the surrounding of the stage was instantly surrounded by a strong air current.

However, at this time, Wu Cong, who was on stage, let out a low grunt. The gigantic palm image shattered and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into nothingness.

Wu Cong felt the Qi and blood in his chest churning, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and said:

"Little monk has lost …"

Wu Cong had not finished speaking when Jia Ye Hua Finger, which had come out of nowhere, struck directly at Wu Cong's chest, causing a line of blood to shoot out.

Following that, Kong Wu Qi's palm struck onto Wu Cong's chest again, sending Wu Cong's body flying through the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Cong's body, after falling down to the stage, didn't react for a long time.

In the Nan Zen Sect, many people had already started to loudly cheer, and among the disciples of the North Zen, there were some who had already loudly shouted:

"Wu Cong's Junior Martial Uncle, he has already admitted defeat, why would he still try to kill him?"

"Empty. You are truly arrogant. You don't have the slightest bit of mercy in your heart. Who do you think you are?"

The expression on Kong Wu's face did not change as he put his palms together and said coldly:

"Since he did not automatically step down, he still wants to fight. Who knows if he said he lost, or if he was trying to confuse me and take the opportunity to attack me! Furthermore, in the face of a battle between warriors, death or injury is unavoidable. If you are afraid, it would be better for you to recite the Buddhist scriptures along with the green lantern.

Amidst the disturbance, Zhao Mingzhe stood up and walked over to Wu Cong, who had already been carried over by his fellow sect disciples. At this time, Wu Cong's breathing was extremely weak, as if he could die at any moment. Wu Hui, who was holding a porcelain bottle, had already rushed over to help Wu Cong heal his injuries.

Zhao Mingzhe thought of how Wu Cong, who was afraid of hurting him, had retracted his palm energy and gotten injured by him, and still blocked his full power to go to the Five Fingers Peak's main vein.

Giving a cold glance to the stage, Zhao Mingzhe slowly opened his mouth and said as he still exuded a haughty and overbearing aura, without a single trace of regret in his eyes.

"You're right, and you're right too!"

When Zhao Mingzhe finished speaking, most of the people were stunned, they did not understand why Zhao Mingzhe, as a vulgar disciple of the North Zen, would agree to such empty words.

At this time, Zhao Mingzhe leisurely continued.

"There have always been casualties in the battles of martial dao. I quite agree with those words." Of course, on the path of martial cultivation, there will also be challenges. For example, right now, I, Zhao Mingzhe, a vulgar disciple of the North Zen, will issue a challenge … "

Before Zhao Mingzhe could finish speaking, someone from the South Zen Sect opened his mouth and shouted:

"What, was the loss too sudden? Now, all the battles are over, none of your North Zen have won. At this time, you actually jumped out to challenge Senior brother Kong Wu Wu, who has already participated in the competition. You are just waiting to get something, you aren't taking advantage of me enough, what the hell are you doing! "

Zhao Mingzhe coldly looked at the home practicing disciple of Nan Zen and coldly said:

"You're wrong. What I wanted to say was that I, Zhao Mingzhe, alone, will issue a challenge. The eighteen of you who have participated in the competition can accept it together.

When Zhao Mingzhe's words fell, the entire arena was dead silent, and many people thought that Zhao Mingzhe must have gone crazy …