"Wan Yunting, you… you're pushing your luck…!"
As Wan Yunting walked towards them, Qi Xiu, Yang Fei, and the others widened their eyes in fear, their expressions tense and their hearts filled with panic…
After all, Wan Yunting's current martial arts prowess surpassed even the elders of their sects, let alone mere disciples like themselves.
However, the Shaolin martial arts fanatic frowned. Unlike Qi Xiu and Yang Fei, he wasn't as nervous, but his expression was equally solemn.
As Wan Yunting approached them step by step, exuding a powerful inner energy like a raging tide, the martial arts fanatic felt not only surprise but also a surge of excitement!
The reason he was bestowed the dharma name "Martial Arts Fanatic" by his master was his obsession with martial arts and his courage in challenging the strong. Among the younger generation of their sect, almost no one could match him.
The martial arts fanatic had been in seclusion in the mountains until this Chinese New Year period. Upon descending, he heard tales of Wan Yunting, a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a millennium, which stirred his curiosity and competitive spirit.
Even though he knew Wan Yunting's martial arts realm was unfathomably high and he was no match for him, the martial arts fanatic still wanted to try!
"Amitabha, Benefactor Wan, do you also intend to cripple our dantian?"
The martial arts fanatic stepped forward, meeting Wan Yunting with clasped hands, speaking calmly at first.
Wan Yunting's sharp gaze fixed on the unfamiliar monk. He observed the monk's robust physique, the powerful aura it contained, and the circulating energy, recognizing him as a martial arts powerhouse.
Especially the unconcealed longing for strength in the martial arts fanatic's eyes, Wan Yunting knew this monk was someone with a strong competitive streak.
"What, do all you bald heads like to play peacemaker?" Wan Yunting said, unthreatened, with a light, provocative laugh.
Seeing his rudeness, the martial arts fanatic dropped his polite demeanor. His eyes, no longer hiding his fervor, blazed as he said, "Since I came down the mountain, I've heard you're a martial arts prodigy. I wonder if I could exchange a few moves with you?"
Wan Yunting nodded with a slight smile, cutting to the chase. He raised a hand, beckoning him with a challenging flick of his fingers, "Come on, I'd like to see the martial arts of your Shaolin sect too."
The martial arts fanatic's expression instantly turned furious. His eyes widened like copper bells, and his muscular body tensed. Veins bulged on his arms as he transformed his hands into palms, unleashing his dantian's inner energy. It was clearly visible as the energy circulated through his muscles…
"Forgive my presumption!"
With a loud shout, the martial arts fanatic charged forward. His hands weaved through the air in two moves, and his rough left hand shot towards Wan Yunting's chest…
As fast as lightning, the martial arts fanatic's palm strike arrived in the blink of an eye. Wan Yunting neither dodged nor retreated, raising his palm to meet it…
*Slap!*
Their palms collided, unleashing an invisible explosion of inner energy. The air crackled, and an unseen wave of force spread outwards, kicking up dust and stones, and blowing away the accumulated snow from the surrounding grass…
"Martial Brother Wu Chi…!"
Qi Xiu and Zhou Yizhen stared wide-eyed. They saw the martial arts fanatic being forced back several steps by the sheer force of Wan Yunting's palm strike, making Yang Fei and the others anxious.
They knew that among them, the martial arts fanatic possessed the highest cultivation, having reached the late stage of Dan Jin, and was said to have touched the threshold of the Wai Gang realm.
However, due to his mastery of hard martial arts, the martial arts fanatic could still contend even with a strong expert in the Wai Gang realm!
It could be said that the martial arts fanatic was the strongest among the younger generation of Shaolin disciples.
"Such strong inner energy!"
The martial arts fanatic's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Wan Yunting, his heart shaken.
"Iron Sand Palm!"
Wan Yunting felt the terrifying force of the martial arts fanatic's palm strike and recognized his skill.
The martial arts fanatic snapped out of his shock, his eyes filled with fervent excitement. Fearless of Wan Yunting, he shouted, "Let me show you another signature martial art of our Shaolin sect, Shaolin Tiger Claw Hand…!"
The next moment, the martial arts fanatic gathered his strength and charged at Wan Yunting again. This time, his hands transformed into tiger claws, attacking with extreme speed…
*Bang bang bang…!*
Like a tiger injected with adrenaline, the martial arts fanatic’s tiger claws relentlessly clawed at Wan Yunting’s vital points. His moves were fierce and brutal, forcing Wan Yunting to retreat several steps, his hands constantly shifting to block the martial arts fanatic's tiger claws…
In a few breaths, the two exchanged over a dozen moves, one advancing and the other retreating.
One had to admit, this martial arts fanatic had indeed mastered the martial arts of Shaolin to the pinnacle of perfection. Each move, each stance, possessed a master-level precision in force and speed.
Alas, he was facing Wan Yunting!
"Heavenly Gang Fist!"
Wan Yunting let out a light cry. A simple punch pierced the martial arts fanatic's defense and struck his chest heavily. However, he instantly retracted a trace of internal force…
*Pfft!*
The martial arts fanatic spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward…
"Martial Brother Wu Chi…!"
Qi Wu, Qin Yuan, and the others rushed forward, helping the injured martial arts fanatic to his feet and checking his injuries…
However, this time Wan Yunting did not cripple the martial arts fanatic's dantian. After all, he was a rare martial arts genius. Wan Yunting could see his obsession with martial arts; crippling him would likely drive the martial arts fanatic insane or lead him to commit even more extreme acts.
To put it simply, Wan Yunting valued talent. The martial arts fanatic was different from those two idiots, Liu Zaiyi and Chen Beixuan.
Those two fools were trash cultivated by their sects, lacking both skill and intellect.
"Abbot Wan, please stop!"
Seeing Wan Yunting approaching, Zhou Yizhen of Longhu Mountain quickly stepped forward, saying nervously, "For the sake of my Martial Aunt Xian'er, please cease your actions here."
"Xian'er?"
Wan Yunting sized up this disciple from Longhu Mountain and asked with a smile, "Which Heavenly Master's disciple are you?"
Zhou Yizhen quickly replied, "My master is Lin Yiping, and my name is Zhou Yizhen!"
"Master Lin!"
Wan Yunting's gaze fell on him. Lin Yiping had died in the Death Valley of Kunlun Mountain. He wondered how his foolish son was doing now.
"Alright, you can step aside. I won't cripple you." Wan Yunting waved his hand at him.
Zhou Yizhen was momentarily stunned and immediately said, "Abbot Wan, you…"
Wan Yunting then pointed at him and said sternly, "I am not acting against you because of Xian'er, so know when to stop!"
Zhou Yizhen's expression shifted, and he looked at Qi Xiu, Qin Yuan, and Yang Fei, remaining silent.
Qi Xiu's expression was uncertain. Casting aside any pretense of pride or dignity, he stood up and smiled apologetically at Wan Yunting, "Abbot Wan, we don't have any major grievances. Could you, for the sake of my seventh martial sister…"
"Enough!"
Wan Yunting raised his hand to cut off Qi Xiu, signaling him not to continue. He said coldly, "It's nothing personal between your martial sister and me!"
"Back then, your master had her stay by my side merely to learn the Great Dao Swordplay from me, and later, to monitor my every move through her!"
"Heh heh, do you think I wouldn't see through your master's little scheme?"
Qi Xiu's expression remained unchanged, but his brow furrowed. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Abbot Wan, you have inherited the Great Dao Swordplay from the Sword Dao Ancestor of the Wudang Sect. You cannot be an enemy of our Wudang Sect, can you?"
"I'm afraid I have already passed on the Great Dao Swordplay to your seventh martial sister!"
Wan Yunting met Qi Xiu's gaze with a cold stare and said solemnly, "Therefore, I, Wan Yunting, owe nothing to your Wudang Sect."
"Second Senior Brother, why are you wasting words with him?"
Qin Yuan, the fifth disciple, a hot-headed individual, retorted angrily, "If we join forces, I don't believe we can't defeat him."
"Hmph, I'll cripple you first!"
Wan Yunting's expression turned cold. He moved instantly, appearing before Qin Yuan like a phantom. Qin Yuan didn't even have time to react. By the time he came to his senses, Wan Yunting had already landed a heavy punch on his abdominal dantian…
"Ah…!"
"Fifth Junior Brother…!"
Qi Xiu cried out in alarm and rushed over, helping his junior brother Qin Yuan, who had flown to the side and lay writhing in pain…
"Wan Yunting, you are too ruthless! If you do this, my master will not forgive you…!" Qi Xiu turned and roared at Wan Yunting.
He hadn't expected Wan Yunting to actually cripple his fifth junior brother's dantian and act against their Wudang Sect!
Wan Yunting's actions signified a complete declaration of war against the major sects!