Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The sudden appearance of the middle-aged man added a few degrees of gravity to the young monk's expression; the guy opposite was no ordinary person. Just the aura emanating from him was enough to set the monk's heart racing.

"Yes, it was I who made the move."

The young monk said slowly, but his eyes were filled with intense caution, ready to defend himself against the fearsome individual before him at any moment.

"Haha! A one-armed person, already crippled, should just go home and be paralyzed instead of showing off. What's the point?"

"Right, right. Haven't you seen that guy on the ground is already done for? You think you're stronger than him?"

"Get lost, you waste from the Island Nation. Haha, this is Huaxia, not a place where you can strut around. Little monk, teach him a good lesson and let him know the strength of Shaolin Kung Fu!"

"The little monk's going to lose, this one-armed guy is at the middle stage of Golden Core cultivation."

Ye Ling could see through the ruse at a glance. This one-armed man from the Island Nation had a terrifying level of cultivation, at the middle stage of Golden Core, which was already an absolute force to be reckoned with in the secular world.

Hearing this, Mo Xing immediately rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm, "That's great, if the little monk can't hold up, it's my turn to take over. I'll show them I'm not to be trifled with!"

Li Ke, who was beside him, hurriedly tugged at Mo Xing, "Xiao Xing, don't overdo it. He's holding a knife, and blades have no eyes!"

"Yah! Are you looking down on me? No way, I've got to show you what I'm capable of!"

As he spoke, Mo Xing was about to charge forward, but was immediately grabbed by Ye Ling, who shook his head, "Don't be rash. Although your realm is there, you lack the Spiritual Power to display Divine Skills."

"Moreover, that man from the Island Nation is strong and armed with a knife. You won't gain an advantage if you go up against him. You lack combat experience. If you get hurt, it would be bad."

Ye Ling spoke slowly, and Mo Xing cocked his head up like a fighting rooster, "Hey, what are you saying."

Just then, amidst the crowd, a clamor erupted. Mo Xing and the others quickly turned to look, and saw that the one-armed person from the Island Nation had made his move.

His body moved lightly, flowing like a cloud, and he immediately reached the young monk's side. His only good arm stretched out fiercely, carrying a terrifying presence.

The young monk's face suddenly tightened, and with his toes tapping the ground, his body retreated quickly, but the faster he backed away, the faster the one-armed man's palm chased.

He was sticking too close, leaving no chance for the young monk. With determination in his heart, the monk suddenly bulged his eyes and leaped, soaring into the air.

With both hands shaped like a palm, he violently slapped down at the oncoming palm, with great force, at least accompanied by a gust of wind from his palm.

With a smack, the young monk hit the palm that was hurtling towards him, a crisp sound ensued, and everyone's hearts leapt with joy. But in the next moment, they were stunned.

The one-armed man from the Island Nation smiled coldly, his palm unflinching, "You're still too green!"

Boom, the one-armed man's hand moved even faster, like a fiery train streaking with intense flames, savagely smashing into the young monk's chest, hurling him through the air.

Boom, the young monk landed heavily on the ground, his body shattering dozens of the neatly laid green bricks, his complexion pale, his body shook, and a stream of fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"What! This crippled guy is that powerful? Even the little monk is no match for him?"

"A single palm? Just one palm? That's freaking terrifying. When did disabled people become so badass that they should be competing in the Paralympics, damn it."

"Disabled person? I guess I count as a disabled person, right? I have a fungal nail infection, it spreads from one to another, does that count?"

"Definitely, that's for sure. Haven't you seen the most badass disabled person at the Paralympic Games? It's just a fungal nail infection, they say it's a level ten disability, are they kidding me?"

The young monk struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Again!"

"Apprentice uncle!"

The Abbot Shi Ruan on the side urgently shouted, this young master was the closed-door disciple of that person, he must not be injured, if anything were to happen, how could he continue his duties.

Despite his esteemed appearance, all he had was at the mercy of those terrifying figures on the back mountain; if they said he had to step down, then he had to step down without a choice.

"Enough, I can't disgrace my master, and I can't disgrace the Shaolin Temple!"

The young monk shook his head. No matter what, he would not easily speak of victory or defeat, especially since his dignity would not allow him to bow his head in surrender, nor would he be coerced into submission by a single palm strike from this old freak before him.

"You are not strong enough, your cultivation is too weak, better call your master over, this is my grievance with him, I don't want to involve you."

The one-armed person said coldly, pausing before adding, "Moreover, if I make a move again, I will not show mercy. When my knife is drawn, it is meant to kill, and it does not return to its sheath without drawing blood!"

"Stop the nonsense, if you want to kill me, let's see if you have the ability!"

As soon as the young monk finished speaking, he charged at the one-armed person like a gust of wind, a rare killing intent appearing in his eyes, completely transforming from the previously spirited and handsome figure.

The one-armed person was taken aback, but still appeared relaxed. Suddenly, the one-armed person drew his knife, the Dongyang Knife in his hand whirling through several arcs in mid-air, and then fiercely thrust forward.

With a swoosh, the terrifying blade light cut towards the young monk, as fast as thunder, as fierce as fire, overwhelmingly fierce, making everyone subconsciously close their eyes, not even daring to look.

Seeing the one-armed person draw his knife, the young monk surged forward recklessly, not showing any sign of retreating, instead, his speed increased, he slightly tilted his body, leaving his left arm to the one-armed person.

And with his right hand, he pounded fiercely towards the one-armed person's head.

"What a resolute young monk, this is to exchange an injury for death!"

Ye Ling narrowed his eyes with a slight smile. This young monk, what a cunning brain, what a ruthless heart.

However, Ye Ling was certain the young monk definitely couldn't kill the one-armed person, and the one-armed person would cut off the young monk's arm as easily as slicing tofu.

Just as Ye Ling was about to intervene, suddenly, a pebble flew crazily towards them, arriving first despite being released later.

Clang, a crisp sound rang out, the Dongyang Knife in the one-armed person's hand changed direction, the blade tip diagonally piercing through the air.

And the young monk's fist, as Ye Ling had anticipated, pounded fiercely through the space between the one-armed person's hair.

Bang.

The one-armed person's shoulder shook, directly impacting the young monk's chest, and in an instant, the young monk was sent flying, crashing harshly onto the ground.

His eyes were somewhat listless, but his aura remained as fierce and volatile as before; this young monk was like the reincarnation of a god of slaughter.

"Shi WuJian, you've finally decided to show up. Were you afraid I would kill your precious disciple?"

The one-armed person sneered, that damned guy, the bald donkey who had cut off his arm twenty years ago, had finally appeared!

All the spectators' gazes shifted towards another figure, an old monk, dressed in grey, his face expressionless, yet exuding an aura that felt so natural, as he slowly walked towards them.