Chapter 157 – The Yuan and Ma Elders Battle Wuxin

As Ye Kuang crashed heavily to the ground, it drew the attention of everyone present.

Seeing this, Yuan Xiaohe’s morale surged, and he completely unleashed his skills, launching a full-scale assault against Pang Hu.

Meanwhile, Zheng Xiucai and Gao Qing coordinated with each other, locked in a fierce struggle with dozens of opponents, finding it difficult to break free.

If one were to describe the scene, it could only be summed up in one word: chaos!

As for who had it easiest, that would undoubtedly be the effortlessly composed young monk Wuxin.

“Amitabha, well said, well said. Benefactor Yuan, I implore you to turn back from the path of error.”

“Young monk, you should think carefully. Do you truly wish to oppose our Xingyi Sect for this boy?”

Upon hearing this, Wuxin naturally recited a Buddhist chant, then responded with a Vajra Palm to express his stance.

Boom!

Yuan Jiagu threw a punch to block, his entire body’s energy and blood churning violently, forced to retreat repeatedly.

On the other side, Ma Jiazhen suddenly stood up and strode toward Ye Kuang.

Just as Ma Jiazhen was about to deliver a vicious strike, Wuxin’s figure flickered, arriving in the blink of an eye to stand between them.

“Benefactor, please hear this humble monk’s words. It is unwise to foster enmity. Why not cease hostilities?”

“Move… aside!”

Wuxin: “Amitabha…”

But unexpectedly, what greeted the young monk was an “Eagle Claw Strike.”

At this moment, Ma Jiazhen was clearly enraged, attacking without holding back.

The sharpness of the claw wind unmistakably revealed his rising killing intent!

Seeing this, Wuxin remained with his hands clasped, tilting his head to evade the claw’s edge.

Yet Ma Jiazhen’s claw technique was subtly unpredictable, suddenly shifting horizontally to grab at the young monk’s neck.

Little did he know, Wuxin’s movements were so swift they dazzled the eyes.

In an instant, Wuxin abruptly crouched, his entire body spinning like a top. Not only did he evade several claw strikes, but he also planted a foot against his opponent’s fist.

“Benefactor Ma, do not push this humble monk further, or I will have no choice but to retaliate!”

“Stinking monk, if we don’t teach you a lesson, people will think we of Southern Yuan Northern Ma fear your Shaolin. What will you do if we push you?”

Ma Jiazhen: “Break!”

As soon as he spoke, Ma Jiazhen’s fist energy surged and receded, instantly repelling the young monk Wuxin.

At that moment, Yuan Jiagu stepped forward, launching a Through-Back Inter-Fighting technique at Wuxin.

“Brother Ma, this young monk is not easy to deal with!”

“Hmph, at such a young age, he thinks he’s invincible just because of his martial prowess. Let him experience the true power of our Southern Yuan Northern Ma Xingyi Fist!”

“Attack together!!” Yuan Jiagu and Ma Jiazhen shouted simultaneously, launching a coordinated assault.

Wuxin lifted his leg to avoid a sweeping strike, retreating rapidly with such speed it seemed as if he were employing some kind of footwork.

As he steadied himself, his outer robe slipped from his shoulders and flew into the air.

At the same time, Wuxin sprang into action!

Ma Jiazhen and Yuan Jiagu advanced with swift steps, their four fists firing like bows, bombarding the young monk with a storm of punches and kicks.

Yet despite this, Wuxin appeared untouched, even countering with dual palms.

Vajra Palm!

Thump!!

The collision of fists and palms resonated like the morning bell and evening drum, startling all who heard it.What was truly astonishing was that both Southern Yuan and Northern Ma were sent staggering backward by this immense force, shattering every floor tile in their path.

Yet Wuxin merely took a single step back to his original position, swept up his robe, and with a spinning landing, donned the garment once more.

“Amitabha… Benefactors, fists and feet have no eyes. If you press further, this humble monk shall not hold back his true martial prowess!”

Ma Jia Zhen, clearly enraged by these words, was in no state to listen. With a furious roar, he charged forward again.

Yuan Jiagu, steadying his heaving chest, was no less determined!

Seeing this, Wuxin’s eyes widened sharply, his robes billowing around him as if filled with wind.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At that moment, Southern Yuan and Northern Ma simultaneously drove their fists into Wuxin’s chest.

To their shock, Wuxin didn’t retreat an inch. Instead, he spread his arms, rolled up his sleeves, and thrust two powerful Vajra Fingers forward.

Thud! Thud!

The sheer force behind those fingers brimmed with inexhaustible diamond-sharp energy.

Though Yuan Jiagu and Ma Jia Zhen quickly raised their fists to block, they were still forced back by the overwhelming power.

Seizing the opportunity, Wuxin closed in abruptly—no longer purely defensive, he chose to take the initiative.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

His footwork was so swift that he instantly positioned himself between Southern Yuan and Northern Ma, throwing punches at both simultaneously.

Ma Jia Zhen, sent flying once more by a punch, turned ashen with fury, his expression mingling disbelief and humiliation.

Then, his rage boiled over: “Little monk, when I first made my name, you were likely still in your mother’s womb! Break for me!”

Azure Dragon Ascends!

Hearing this, Wuxin stood firm until Ma Jia Zhen was upon him, then shouted: “Vajra Buddha, boundless resilience!”

Bang! Bang!

In a flash, Ma Jia Zhen’s palms struck Wuxin’s chest as expected, but were met with an even more formidable resistance, hurling him backward.

Cough!

As he flew back, blood gushed from his nose and mouth, carrying him dozens of yards until he slammed against a wall.

Witnessing this, Yuan Jiagu pressed forward relentlessly, raining blows upon Wuxin’s back.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Wuxin didn’t even turn his head, his feet weaving illusory steps as he navigated the flurry of fists.

But when he finally spun around, his gaze held unmistakable pity for his opponent. With a golden flash, he met the attack head-on—literally.

Clang!

Yuan Jiagu’s furious punch connected squarely with Wuxin’s skull, erupting in a deafening crash.

Yet, as the golden light vanished in an instant, aside from the ground cracking beneath Wuxin’s feet, his stance remained unshaken.

Instead, Yuan Jiagu stumbled back step by step, his incredulous eyes blazing with a mix of fury and shame.

“How is this possible?” Ma Jia Zhen, equally unable to believe what he saw, scrambled to his feet speechlessly and charged forward once more.

“Form without form, intent without intent—Xingyi Fist!” Yuan Jiagu bellowed repeatedly.

Observing them, Wuxin could not help but cast another sorrowful glance their way. After uttering a Buddhist chant, his loose sleeves enveloped his arms entirely.

Just as Southern Yuan and Northern Ma closed in, those sleeves coiled like serpents, not only binding their fists but also causing two golden glows to silently bloom upon their chests.

“Vajra Subduing Demon Palm!”