Chapter 148 – So He Is a Shaolin Disciple

The martial monk: “Amitabha. So the benefactor is a senior from the Xingyi Sect. May I ask why you visit Tianlong Temple so late at night?”

Yuan Fanghui glanced at Ye Kuang before replying coldly: “Little monk, stop playing dumb. You know perfectly well why I’m here…”

As he spoke, Yuan Fanghui stepped into the courtyard and headed straight toward Ye Kuang.

Unexpectedly, the martial monk flashed forward, blocking Yuan Fanghui’s path.

“Little monk, what is the meaning of this?”

“Mercy, mercy… Please hear this humble monk’s words. As the saying goes, it’s better to resolve enmity than perpetuate it. Why not turn conflict into harmony?”

Instead of heeding these words, Yuan Fanghui burst into wild laughter: “Hahaha… What a joke! The Xingyi Sect need not shake hands and make peace with anyone!”

The martial monk voiced no objection to this, merely adding: “The benefactor speaks true, however…”

Before the monk could finish speaking, Yuan Fanghui forcibly interrupted: “Little… monk… step… aside!”

“Amitabha… Mercy, mercy…” Wuxin chanted the Buddhist invocation, his face full of compassion for all living beings, yet his stance remained unmoved.

Seeing this, Yuan Fanghui couldn’t help but shout: “Does this insignificant Tianlong Temple truly believe it can stop us of the Xingyi Sect?”

By now, Yuan Fanghui was clearly angered.

The martial monk: “Benefactor, please calm your anger. This is indeed Tianlong Temple, not a place for settling martial world disputes. For Wuxin’s humble sake, would you please cease hostilities…”

But before the words fully faded, Wuxin continued: “Once you leave these grounds, this humble monk will not interfere further.”

Ye Kuang watched this scene unfold, delight growing in his heart.

The more he looked at this young monk, the more he liked him.

As the saying goes: Having power but not using it makes you a turtle’s egg.

Thinking this, Ye Kuang immediately put on an act: “Well… young master, since this person has come to cause trouble for me, I shouldn’t linger. This is a sacred Buddhist site that shouldn’t be stained with worldly conflicts. I’ll just take my leave.”

As he spoke, he subtly shifted his feet, gradually moving behind Wuxin.

Wuxin: “…”

Seeing this, Yuan Fanghui’s face inevitably darkened.

Had the kid actually left after those fine words, Yuan Fanghui might have respected him as a man of honor. What was despicable was how shamelessly the kid acted afterward.

This thought made Yuan Fanghui laugh in extreme anger: “Heh… Fine kid, using this little monk as a human shield. Do you really think this can stop me, Yuan Fanghui?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang immediately recognized the provocation in these words.

By accusing him of using the young monk as a shield, Yuan Fanghui was actually telling Wuxin: The kid you’re protecting isn’t as honorable as you think – he’s clearly diverting trouble onto you…

Wuxin: “Amitabha… Benefactor, please return!”

“You!” Yuan Fanghui was infuriated by this response. Having spoken so plainly, he couldn’t believe the young monk failed to understand.

“Very well! I must take this kid today. Let’s see how capable you are!”

“Mercy, mercy!”

Hearing this, Yuan Fanghui exploded in rage: “Mercy your mother’s head!”No sooner had the words fallen than Yuan Fanghui threw a fierce punch.

It could be said that this punch was utterly unadorned, a pure display of combined strength and speed, powerful enough to shatter metal and stone.

Seeing the punch land squarely on Wuxin, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but tense up.

Was this young monk all show and no substance?

But in the blink of an eye!

Wuxin’s eyes suddenly widened, glaring like bronze bells, as he chose to brace his chest and take the blow head-on.

Boom!

A dull, thunderous sound erupted, plunging the scene into a silence so profound one could hear a pin drop.

Not only did the young monk remain completely unmoved, but he even forced his opponent back two steps.

“Hmm?” Yuan Fanghui’s expression tightened at the sight, and he inwardly gasped. “This is Hard Qigong… So you’re a disciple of Shaolin…”

Wuxin chanted a Buddhist mantra in response, his unassuming demeanor giving off an aura of profound mystery.

“Well then…” Yuan Fanghui suddenly stepped forward again, letting out a series of cold laughs. “So you’re relying on Hard Qigong. Let’s see how I break it.”

As he spoke, Yuan Fanghui abruptly accelerated, his fist technique vividly showcasing the essence of Xingyi Fist.

Eagle Claw Strike!

The claw’s wind had yet to arrive, but its sharpness was astonishing—even a block of solid metal would crack under its force.

Yet Wuxin still showed no intention of moving, as if determined to uphold Tianlong Temple’s rule of non-aggression.

Swish!

Yuan Fanghui’s claws directly seized the young monk’s shoulders, then pulled back fiercely.

But to his surprise, Wuxin stood firm and unified, as immovable as Mount Tai.

Seeing that two moves had failed to subdue the young monk, Yuan Fanghui’s expression grew increasingly grim.

If word of this got out, where would the Xingyi Sect’s reputation stand?

Earlier, Yuan Fanghui had boasted: “Who dares stand in the way of the Xingyi Sect’s affairs?”

Now, the slap to his face had come swiftly and resoundingly—didn’t this prove the Xingyi Sect was undeserving of its fame?

In contrast, Ye Kuang’s eyes lit up at the scene.

Who would have thought that an ordinary temple could harbor such hidden talents?

At this moment, Yuan Fanghui’s gaze turned completely solemn, clearly shocked that such a master could emerge from a common temple.

Seeing this, how could Ye Kuang remain idle? He suddenly shouted, “Well done, young master! This Hard Qigong is truly impressive. Without moving an inch, you’ve overpowered Xingyi Fist. If you were to throw a punch, wouldn’t you be invincible? What’s the use of the Xingyi Sect anyway? Pah!”

Yuan Fanghui’s face turned livid with rage upon hearing this, and he roared, “You brat, how dare you spout nonsense? If you have the guts, come and try it yourself!”

Ye Kuang sneered inwardly but retorted defiantly, “Defeat the young master first, then we’ll talk.”

With that, he openly crossed his arms and settled in to watch from the sidelines.

“…” Yuan Fanghui’s face flushed with alternating shades of green and white in fury, and he launched both fists simultaneously.

Clearly, he was enraged beyond control!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

With the force of wind and thunder, the fierce Xingyi Fist was unleashed.

In an instant, Ma Jiahui’s cannon fists struck repeatedly, targeting Wuxin’s upper, middle, and lower body. If the earlier moves were mere testing, this was the real deal.

But surprisingly, the young monk finally moved!

Wuxin spread his arms, parrying the onslaught of punches from all directions, while his footwork accelerated, swift and agile as rolling thunder.The two unleashed fierce and powerful punches, each move radiating sheer strength and unwavering resolve, devoid of any hesitation.

In an instant, thunderous echoes erupted across the courtyard—the unmistakable sound of fists colliding with explosive force.

It was clear that one chose to attack while the other focused solely on defense.

Despite not employing a trace of martial power, Wuxin’s formidable skill allowed him to effortlessly block every one of Yuan Fanghui’s strikes.

Such unwavering composure alone was enough to place him above all others.

In contrast, Yuan Fanghui’s punches grew increasingly swift and fierce, creating a dizzying flurry of attacks, yet none could compel the young monk to retaliate.

Every kick Yuan Fanghui threw was parried, and every punch felt as though it landed on cotton—utterly devoid of impact.

How… was he supposed to fight like this?