Chapter 657: The Strength of the Cult Leader
“You!” Kong Zhi was instantly enraged. As one of the Four Holy Monks of Shaolin, he had mastered eleven of the Shaolin 72 Ultimate Techniques, ranking only behind Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng within the sect. He had always been proud and aloof, never tolerating insults.
However, the opponent before him was the leader of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, making him hesitate. Yet, with nowhere to vent his anger, he struck the pavilion’s railing with his palm. With a loud crack, the railing shattered into countless splinters, showcasing the astonishing power of his strike.
Ren Woxing’s eyes narrowed. “Kong Zhi, you bald d0nkey! What’s the meaning of this? Do you think I’m this railing, letting you chop at will? If you have the guts, exchange a few moves with me instead of showing off against lifeless objects. Truly laughable!”
Zhang Sanfeng couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on. Seeing that a fight was about to break out, he wanted to intervene, but Ren Woxing was not part of the Wudang Sect. Since he had come along with good intentions, Zhang Sanfeng found it inappropriate to interfere.
Kong Zhi had barely restrained himself earlier, but upon hearing Ren Woxing’s provocation, he could no longer hold back. With a furious roar, he struck out with his palm.
Xuan Ci sensed the situation was amiss, but Kong Zhi was one of the top experts in the monastery. Once he attacked in anger, it was already too late to stop him.
“Good timing!” Ren Woxing had been provoking Kong Zhi intentionally and was well prepared. Seeing Kong Zhi make the first move, he no longer held back. With a sinister grin, he launched himself forward like a cannonball.
In mere moments, the two had exchanged over a dozen moves. The force from their blows sent shockwaves through the surroundings, making the onlookers’ robes billow.
The experts in the front rows could clearly see the exchange. Kong Zhi had utilized over ten different Shaolin techniques, while Ren Woxing had countered all of them with a single palm technique. Though Ren Woxing’s palm strikes appeared simple, they carried a faint thunderous sound, indicating the extraordinary nature of his technique.