Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 486: The Essence of Boxing

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: The Essence of Boxing

"’The four words ’Buddha’s Mercy’ sound rather grating to my ears when they come from Shaolin disciples,"

Fang Bai said with a smirk, "Enough talk. We’re here at Shaolin not to exchange martial arts knowledge but to seek justice. How can we do so without a bit of injury, a sight of blood? If you’re afraid, then bow your head, concede, and accept my terms!"

"So, young benefactor has really decided to be at odds with Shaolin!"

Upon hearing Fang Bai’s words, Jueren’s normally impeccable composure couldn’t help but crack, his white beard moving without wind, his monk’s robe bulging as it was inflated by the stirring True Yuan within him.

"That’s right, I am set on making things difficult for you!"

Fang Bai beckoned Jueren with a hook of his finger and said, "Come on, old monk, let’s fight this out, and all will be settled!"

"In that case, this old monk must offend you!"

Jueren bellowed, his left palm striking out followed by his right, overlaying both hands, and using his forward momentum, he aimed a blow at Fang Bai’s chest.

This palm technique was one from the Vajra Pushing Mountain, a move within Shaolin’s Vajra palms.

Shaolin’s Ancient Martial emphasizes stability, grandeur, and robust masculinity. Jueren had deeply grasped the essence of Shaolin’s Ancient Martial, and his palm contained the vast True Yuan of an Earth Level mid-tier martial artist. The force seemed so strong that it could even misalign a small mountain.

Jueren wasn’t a person prone to belligerence, cruelty, or sadism, and he worried Fang Bai couldn’t withstand his full power, so he intentionally held back.

"Old monk, if you show mercy, be careful you don’t suffer for it!"

Sensing that Jueren wasn’t using his full strength, Fang Bai scoffed dismissively and casually met the attack with a palm of his own.

When their palms collided, Jueren’s body shook. He could feel that Fang Bai’s True Yuan was similarly masculine and powerful – grand and stable, somewhat similar to Shaolin Martial Arts, yet even more ferocious.

Jueren, who had underestimated his opponent, was forced back two steps by the surge of True Yuan erupting from Fang Bai’s palm, his chest heaving with tumultuous breaths.

Not only was Jueren himself taken aback by this turn of events, but the observing Shaolin Monks around them also displayed expressions of shock, finding it unbelievable.

Through the eyes of these Shaolin Monks, Abbot Jueren was an Earth Level mid-tier master, a top figure within Shaolin. They had assumed he could suppress Fang Bai, who only possessed the strength of an Earth Level early-stage, but instead he had suffered a small setback.

The Abbot’s cultivation level was a small realm higher than that young man’s. Even if the Abbot had shown restraint in his attack, such an outcome shouldn’t have occurred!

At first, some of the Shaolin Monks thought Fang Bai was young and brash, arrogant and presumptuous, but now, not a single one held onto that thought.

A mere twenty-year-old, able to repel an Abbot of Shaolin who was a small realm above – such a martial artist indeed had the basis for his arrogance and pride.

"This young man’s cultivation technique is peculiar, his True Yuan profound, truly mind-boggling! No wonder he is confident enough to challenge me! If I don’t go all out, it seems I may not be able to defeat him!"

Jueren speculated Fang Bai must have practiced some special cultivation technique that concealed part of his power, so he no longer held back. His aura surged once more, his fighting spirit peaking, as he transformed his palms to fists and launched another assault on Fang Bai.

The ordinary, entry-level Shaolin Arhat Boxing, when executed by Jueren, became utterly forceful and yang to the extreme, as if it had become the most formidable boxing technique in the world, encapsulating the concept of "the greatest wisdom is simplicity, the greatest skill appears clumsy."

Ghost Hand watched from the side and thought, "This old monk truly deserves his position as Fangzhang of the first great Sect of Huaxia’s Ancient Martial World. He indeed has some tricks up his sleeve. If it were me facing him, I would likely suffer an injury and be forced to retreat within three punches."

Fang Bai’s combat strength was on par with Heaven Level Experts, while Jueren was merely a mid-stage Earth Level Martial Artist. Therefore, when Fang Bai sparred with him, he appeared relaxed and at ease, only utilizing half of his combat power.

Fang Bai employed the "Dragon-Tiger-Lion-Elephant Technique," specifically the Tiger Roar Thunder Fist. The rank of this fist technique was far superior to that of Shaolin Arhat Boxing. Although both were inherently aggressive in style, the Tiger Roar Thunder Fist brought the concept of ’fierce aggressiveness’ to its utmost limit, as if peering into the utmost principle of fist techniques.

As the two exchanged four punches, they were head-to-head, clashing continuously, accompanied by horrifying roars and thunderous sounds. The shockwaves of True Yuan that were generated dispersed in all directions, forcing Ghost Hand and the surrounding Shaolin Monks to retreat several zhang away.

Jueren’s figure was swift like the wind; his fists and palms constantly transformed, pushing the millennially inherited Shaolin Martial Arts to its full glory in an attempt to suppress Fang Bai and seize the upper hand.

However, Fang Bai merely responded with Tiger Roar Thunder Fist. No matter how agile Jueren’s movements or how exquisite his techniques were, as soon as Fang Bai threw a punch, it was ’one punch to break all techniques,’ instantly overpowering Jueren and leaving him so frustrated he felt like spitting blood.

"Grandpa, what is the Cultivation Level of that old monk Jueren?"

Concealed among the ancient pine’s branches and leaves and looking through binoculars at the ongoing fight between Yang and the others, Dragon Maiden suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Mid-stage Earth Level."

Long Jingtian also watched Fang Bai and Jueren’s exchange intently, but his gaze was mostly fixed on Fang Bai, as if he was trying to discern something from Fang Bai’s fist techniques.

In Long Jingtian’s eyes, Fang Bai’s fist techniques had the momentum of a tiger’s roar and the authority of thunder. Each punch, though seemingly simple and straightforward with no frills, contained a supreme fist technique mystery, unfathomably profound, beyond the comprehension of gods and ghosts.

"The punches Fang Bai is throwing seem not just as fists, but as a kind of Dao, a Dao that can crush and destroy everything! What rank is this fist technique? What kind of serendipitous encounter has Fang Bai had?"

From Fang Bai’s fist technique, Long Jingtian seemed to have a vague enlightenment, gaining a sudden comprehension and elevation in his understanding of Martial Arts.

Attaining enlightenment through observing a battle was a rare opportunity for a Martial Artist. Long Jingtian was both shocked and delighted, his eyes wide as he continued to watch Fang Bai relentlessly throwing punches, hoping to realize even more.

Alas, Fang Bai did not grant him much more opportunity to observe. Suddenly, he threw a punch, which streaked like a meteor, carrying an overwhelming power that struck right into the palm of Jueren’s slapping hand.

Boom—

Amid the booming sound, Jueren’s figure was tossed about like leaves caught in a strong breeze, tumbling several times in the air before falling to the ground.

Fang Bai had clearly pulled his punch, and Jueren was only lightly injured.

"Old monk, you are not my opponent!"

Fang Bai’s gaze swept over Abbot Jueren and the seven other elders of Shaolin’s one pavilion, four institutes, and six chambers, saying, "Even the seven of you together would not be enough! I hear Shaolin has the formation of the Eighteen Arhats, composed of Shaolin’s strongest eighteen Martial Monks. Could you allow me to witness it?"

Sparing with just Jueren, Fang Bai didn’t even need to exert his full strength, and even if the other six Great Elders joined in, their combined power would only double, still not enough to pique Fang Bai’s interest.

Yet, Fang Bai was somewhat expectant of the legendary Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation, hoping it could put him under some pressure, compelling him to fight with all his might.

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