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Kong Xin watched in shock as the technique he had unleashed bizarrely turned back to strike at him. His pupils involuntarily constricted, and he quickly changed his moves, barely managing to block the attack, though he appeared somewhat disheveled.
Jiang Han had also roughly gauged the strength of the Abbot and chuckled, "Not bad, Abbot, you have some skill."
Kong Xin's Twisting Flower Finger had reached a high level of mastery; with a simple gesture, he could pierce a thick Azure Stone slab and create a hole the size of a coin. If it struck a martial artist's flesh, few would survive.
Moreover, Kong Xin's Dragon Claw Technique was executed with exceptional precision. Although it consisted of only thirty-six moves, each was fierce and swift.
"Good thief!" Kong Xin spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground.
He then wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead, his expression conflicted. After a moment of contemplation, it seemed he made a very difficult decision. He took off the string of Bodhi beads from his wrist and began to channel his internal energy into them.
Not only Jiang Han but even the masters from Manichaeism and the Six Major Sects were puzzled by what Kong Xin was attempting.
The White-Browed Eagle King furrowed his brow into a 'king' character. After a while, as if recalling something, his expression changed drastically. He shouted at Jiang Han, "Saint Son, be careful! That is Sarira!"
A wave of astonishment swept through both righteous and demonic cultivators alike. Even those who had never seen Sarira had heard of it.
It is rumored that this is something left behind by the High Monks of Shaolin after their passing, which is extremely beneficial for martial artists practicing the Buddhist Sect's Cultivation Method!
If combined with specialized transmission techniques, it can even allow an ordinary person to absorb Sarira energy and instantly transform into a powerful Martial Arts Master!
Of course, such a shortcut to becoming a Martial Arts Master comes with a price; the path ahead is severed, making it difficult to reach the pinnacle of martial arts again.
Despite the numerous drawbacks, it does not diminish the desire of people in the martial world for Sarira. For those martial artists with less talent, their ultimate achievement after a lifetime of hard work is merely reaching a peak through acquired means, highlighting the allure of a single Sarira for these individuals.
Who wouldn't want to take such a shortcut to easily become Innate or even a Martial Arts Grandmaster? Climbing to the top is not something everyone is qualified for!
As inner strength continuously flowed in, the Buddhist beads in Kong Xin's hand gradually shed their outer layer, emitting a soft glow.
At the same time, Kong Xin's cultivation level was also rising steadily. After consuming four Sarira, his Realm suddenly broke through to the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm.
This was not the end; with a total of seven Sarira, the remaining three would push his Realm significantly beyond that of a Grandmaster in martial arts.
The Six Major Sects rejoiced once again, especially the disciples of Shaolin, who were so excited that they shouted for Kong Xin to display his might and suppress the great demon Jiang Han.
Jiang Han watched as Kong Xin's cultivation continued to strengthen, deep in thought.
Indeed, there is a path beyond Martial Arts Grandmaster, and it is far from the peak.
Having validated his suspicions, he felt quite pleased. He raised his hand and beckoned Kong Xin with a finger. Jiang Han curled his lip and said, "Come on, let me measure the worth of this worthless Grandmaster."
Kong Xin was almost so furious that he spat blood! "Sharp-tongued!" There was no way for Kong Xin to refute being called a worthless master by Jiang Han, as he had indeed taken shortcuts by relying on Sarira. He possessed the Realm, but lacked the corresponding martial arts mindset and accomplishments.
His perception, understanding, and comprehension of martial arts were still at the level of a half-step Grandmaster.
Jiang Han took the initiative to attack, with golden light faintly shimmering beneath his skin. His Dantian seemed as if the Nine Suns were revolving along a certain trajectory; with every movement, he could invoke changes in the surrounding atmosphere.
"Seven Injuries Fist!" Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, Jiang Han’s attack came crashing down like rain on banana leaves, overwhelming Kong Xin without any intention of holding back.
What of Shaolin? What of the Central Plains Martial Arts Master? It was all the same; killing one was killing, and killing two was also killing. As for so-called retaliation, he never took it to heart!
"Maitreya's Embrace!"
Seeing this terrifying attack coming his way, Kong Xin's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly unleashed his ultimate skill. Although it was merely a remnant move, it was still part of the Heavenly Tier Martial Arts.
In the face of the fully unleashed power of the demon across from him, he realized that only by fighting with all his might could he hope to survive.
It was only now that he had to admit he had underestimated his opponent. He had originally thought that the other party was merely a newly promoted Martial Arts Master, young and impulsive, while he himself held the Sarira and believed he had a chance to fight back.
But reality had delivered a harsh slap to his face! It turned out that the previous battles of his opponent were merely a form of mockery, while he had been jumping around like a fool in the eyes of the other party.
"Boom!"
Neither side held back at all, and dust filled the arena. As the dust settled, everyone was left in shock, their mouths agape in disbelief!
The head monk of the Prajna Hall at Shaolin Temple, Kong Xin Monk, was actually kneeling on the stone slab, blood pouring from his body like a stream, an utterly terrifying sight!
Everyone fell silent, especially those from the Six Major Sects, who wished they could shrink their heads into their pants. Many were so frightened that they lost control and stumbled backward, murmuring, "The great demon, the Supreme Demon..."
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