I Can Replicate Martial Arts

But every one of their moves still radiated with endless power.

With a series of loud RUMBLES, the entire Thousand Buddha Hall began to teeter on the verge of collapse.

"This isn’t satisfying enough. Why don’t we take this fight higher?"

One of the men in black laughed, leaped up, and shot directly into the sky. He looked down coldly at the members of the various sects below.

Seeing this, Zen Master Huikong and the others had no choice but to follow. The battle then resumed in mid-air.

While the two sides had been fighting inside the Thousand Buddha Hall, the outside world had no idea what was happening. But now that they had leaped into the sky, the onlooking Martial Artists waiting outside the mountain gate could see everything clearly.

They were all utterly astonished.

"What’s going on?"

"Shaolin Temple is holding a Martial Arts conference, and a real fight broke out."

"Is this a sparring match? Why does it look like all those people in the various sect uniforms are ganging up on that group of men in black?"

"Who are these men in black?"

"So strong! One of them is fighting both Zen Master Huikong and a master from the Kongtong Sect at the same time."

This scene was not only witnessed by those present but was also recorded by phones and other devices, then broadcast live.

On the live-streaming platforms, the chat instantly exploded.

"They’re showing no respect for Shaolin."

"How could these men in black be so powerful and yet completely unknown? I wonder which masters they are?"

"Exactly! Hiding their faces like that, you can tell they’re no good."

"What if Shaolin and the others lose..."

"Impossible. Shaolin Temple is filled with masters. How could they possibly lose?"

Discussions like this spread like wildfire across all the major platforms.

Up in the sky, Master Huikong saw the agitated crowd below and suddenly realized what his opponent’s true intention was.

’They want to shatter the reputation of the Central Plains Martial Arts in front of everyone.’

’They want to break the spirit of the Central Plains Martial Artists, to make them feel that even if their strongest fighters lose, there’s no point in them training any harder.’

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Hui Kong chanted the Buddha’s name, recalled his Kasaya, and with a sudden explosive shout, his body swelled to several times its original size.

"The Arhat Golden Body?"

"Hui Kong, you truly surprise me. I’m afraid your skills are no weaker than Martial Brother Huineng’s."

The man in black seemed to be extremely knowledgeable about the Central Plains Sects. He was particularly clear about Shaolin Temple, from its Martial Arts to its organizational structure.

"You’re... Yanxing?"

Hearing him mention "Martial Brother Huineng," Hui Kong looked stunned and could not help but cry out in alarm.

"It’s rare that you still remember me, Hui Kong. A pity that Zen Master Yanxing no longer exists. There is only a nameless, faceless person now."

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of the man in black’s mouth.

"In that case, I ask for your guidance, Martial Brother."

As soon as Hui Kong finished speaking, his Arhat Golden Body was already charging toward the man in black.

The massive body shimmered with golden light. Every punch and kick carried immense power.

"The Arhat Golden Body. Truly extraordinary."

The man in black was unconcerned. His figure flickered, and at the same time, a terrifying aura erupted from him.

This aura, filled with an extreme, biting cold, instantly enveloped his body. In the blink of an eye, a giant of solid ice appeared before everyone.

"Martial Brother Yanxing, turn back from the brink!"

Hui Kong pressed his palms together and chanted the Buddha’s name. His Buddha Beads, enhanced by the Golden Body, glowed with golden light and suddenly transformed into dozens of variously shaped Buddha statues.

Each statue chanted a Zen Sound as they attacked the man in black.

"You frogs in a well, how could you possibly comprehend the mysteries of Great Zhou Martial Arts? The Martial Arts we cultivate are but an offshoot of it."

The man in black was completely unafraid. The cold air around him grew even more frigid, to the point where it altered the temperature for hundreds of meters around.

Seeing this, the other men in black also unleashed similar Martial Arts. Although the dozen or so of them were all fighting, the positions they each occupied corresponded to the Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends.

As all the men in black executed their Ice Element Martial Arts, the sky above Shaolin instantly filled with dark clouds, and the temperature plummeted.

This change moved from top to bottom. A cold wave, like a condensed fog, drifted down toward the crowd of onlookers.

At first, these Martial Artists paid it no mind. But upon contact with the fog, their bodies instantly stiffened. There were even signs of their qi, blood, and True Essence freezing over.

At that, everyone was scared stiff.

They fled down the mountain as if their lives depended on it.

All the paths and roads on Shaoshi Mountain were filled with Martial Artists racing downhill.

However full of excitement they had been on their way up, that was how utterly wretched they looked on their way down.

Although the Martial Artists at the Grandmaster Realm were not afraid, the aura was so bizarre that a mere fog possessed such power. This was truly no place for them to stay.

After a brief moment of contact, they too leaped down from Shaoshi Mountain.

"Now it’s quiet."

The man in black, Yanxing, gave a faint smile. He then looked up slightly at Hui Kong and said, "No matter how far Shaolin has fallen, it is still one of the Major Martial Arts Sects. How could we allow these petty curs to keep barking?"

"My thanks, Martial Brother Yanxing."

Hui Kong gave him a complicated look, then directly activated his Arhat Golden Body and charged at Yanxing.

The Dharma Masters from the other sects also manifested their Dharma Divine Techniques and charged toward the remaining men in black.

For a time, the sky above Shaolin Temple thundered with the sounds of fists and feet. From time to time, a master would fall from the sky, but upon landing, they would leap back up without hesitation and rejoin the fight.

"Hui Kong, things have already reached this point. Are your Shaolin ancestors still not going to show themselves?"

"Heh heh, if they don’t show up soon, you will become the shame of Shaolin when you’re defeated!"

Yanxing let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"Martial Brother, you underestimate the Central Plains Martial Arts."

Hui Kong was not anxious, focusing solely on tying down Yanxing.

But beside him, Feihong Zhenren of the Kongtong Divine Sword could no longer hold back. With a wave of his hand, the longsword on his back flew out.

He executed a set of Kongtong’s Supreme Sword Technique, attacking Yanxing like a whirlwind.

Seeing this, the man in black showed a hint of pleasant surprise. He dodged and leaped higher into the sky, his voice ringing out, "Your Swordsmanship is not bad, but your Body Technique is a bit lacking."

"Let me show you my Swordsmanship."

Yanxing stretched out his palm and condensed the water vapor in the air, using a technique to form it into a crystal-clear longsword of solid ice.

"You can try my Sword Techniques as well."

Yanxing directly executed a set of Shaolin Dharma Swordsmanship, attacking Feihong Zhenren.

As their two swords clashed, the CLANGING of metal rang out endlessly.

Meanwhile, the masters from the other sects were also locked in a fierce, back-and-forth battle with the men in black.

The men in black already possessed astonishing power from their extreme ice techniques, and they were further linked together by a Combined Attack Skill.

The strength of each one had increased significantly.

They fought like this for more than ten minutes.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Rui began his ascent.

He had only taken a few steps when he saw a large group of Martial Artists scrambling down Shaoshi Mountain as if they had gone mad.

"What happened? Why is everyone in such a panic?"

Zhao Rui quickly stopped someone to ask for details.

"It’s bad! A fight broke out on Shaoshi Mountain!"

"Who’s fighting?"

Zhao Rui was slightly taken aback.

"A group of men in black who appeared out of nowhere. Their Martial Arts are incredibly high."

"Shaolin and the other sects are fighting against these strange men in black together."

"The entire mountaintop is covered in a frosty mist right now. Ordinary people can’t even get up there."

After hearing this, Zhao Rui’s figure flickered. He unleashed a flash of sword light and, in an instant, arrived at the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

In the vast plaza before the temple, three Dharma Masters were still bitterly holding on.

The rest had long since fled for their lives.

The entire area was permeated with a swirling, cold mist that drifted lightly over the mountaintop.

Zhao Rui glanced at the three of them before leaping over the successive mountain gates, arriving beside the Thousand Buddha Hall.

He looked up and saw more than thirty people standing in mid-air, trading blows, locked in a fierce battle.

On the side of the Central Plains Martial Arts, there were many people Zhao Rui recognized. Even for those he hadn’t met, he could generally guess their sect from their attire.

On the other side was the group of men in black, their faces and identities hidden.

Zhao Rui’s arrival naturally did not escape the notice of the various masters in the sky.

Those who were familiar with Zhao Rui, such as Master Weichen and Sect Leader Changkong, showed expressions of relieved joy.

"A sword like the vast sky, to vanquish demons and slay evil!"

Zhao Rui glanced up, suddenly drew the Tribulation-Breaking Sword from his back, and with a push of his feet, WHOOSHED into the sky, stabbing at the nearest man in black.