Chapter 39: The Palm Technique from Heaven

The monk scoffed at Modok.

"I was angry when I saw a monk like you who was incompetent to Taoism. Today I have no eyes on my fists and feet, so you should be careful."

"Hmph, I was so angry yesterday, so you can try it."

Modokong exuded all his internal energy, and then everyone saw clearly that this turned out to be a god on earth.

The monk is a second-level.

Before the two, there was a huge difference.

Only then did Muye realize that the abbot of Dali Temple was only a first-level warrior, and this Modokong was a god on the ground. It was estimated that this Modokong was not a monk from Dali Temple, but a thug found by the King Zhenbian.

Modokong saw that the monk was still moving and laughed.

"Why, when I see your grandpa, I'm so scared that I wet my pants? Hurry up and go home to retire."

Who can bear such words?

The monk shouted angrily and came up with a stick.

Modokong just flashed and grabbed the monk's hands and feet, then hit the monk's legs at the back of the monk's back.

Suddenly, the sound of spine fracture could be heard in the audience.

The monk lay on the ground, his upper body twitching and vomiting blood.

Master Fang Zheng hurried forward and used his internal strength to protect the monk's heart.

Several disciples came up and carried the monk down.

Makino came over.

"Senior brother, is this?"

Master Fang Zheng pulled Makino over, shook his head and whispered.

"He had a broken spine and his foundation was damaged. His martial arts skills were broken in this life. Not only that, I'm afraid he couldn't even get out of bed and walk alone."

King Zhenbian said to Liu Xitong beside him.

"Daughter, when you encounter an enemy, just act like this as a quick decision."

Xitong turned around and left.

In the second game, the senior brother was beaten to death.

In the third game, the contestant in Shaolin Temple had a comminuted fracture.

......

In the sixth game, a senior brother took the stage.

Master Fang Zheng stopped him.

"Or don't go, this earthly god will not be able to fight against it."

"Abbot, the reputation of Shaolin Temple and the survival of Shaolin Temple, how can you be afraid of such a big event?"

The senior brother walked forward, his feet trembling.

He is only at the second level, and the other party is a god on the ground.

Seeing that he was like this, Modok smiled.

"You're shaking your legs so hard, hurry up and get off the stage."

"So what, the donor will do it."

Modokong walked up and kicked one of his senior brother's thigh bones.

The senior brother fell to the ground.

"You have no intention of fighting, this battle is boring, so hurry up and go on."

"I won't go down."

"Hmph, I'll ask you one last time, can't you go down?"

“Not going down.”

Modokong broke the other thigh bone and hand bone of the senior brother again.

The senior brother hugged Modokong's thigh with one hand that could only move.

"Oh, I'm pretty capable."

Modho stepped on it with one foot, and blood spilled all over the ground.

The people below couldn't stand it and asked Modok to stop because this was already a unilateral torture.

The monks of Shaolin Temple wanted to rush to the stage, but were stopped by the officers and soldiers.

The audience was full of resentment.

"stop!"

"Are you going to kill someone?"

"What's it!"

The abbot stood up and his internal strength was overflowing.

The King of Zhenbian walked up to him.

"Abbot, don't interfere in the competition. If you interfere, you will be disrespectful to me. My officers and soldiers are waiting outside."

Makino heard the abbot's gritting teeth.

After a long time, everyone looked helplessly at Modokong, punching the senior brother, punching him one after another.

Finally, Modokong stood up and rubbed his sore arms.

"This guy has a really hard bone."

The brothers rushed to the stage, but the person being beaten could no longer see the human figure.

The abbot came over.

The beaten person looked at the abbot and smiled.

"I'm useless, I didn't hold it."

Then, the person who was beaten was hanging in one breath, and he turned his head and his eyes widened.

Makino comes to the stage.

The abbot stopped him.

"Makino donor, you were so angry that Modho was a lot yesterday. I think we Shaolin should give in. As for the King of Zhenbian, we will find another way."

Makino smiled.

"I'm on stage, not for anything else, just to vent my personal anger!"

Modokun saw Makino coming up.

"Little novice, hurry up and kneel down and yell at grandpa. Grandpa, I may be able to be very merciful and spare your life."

The audience dissuaded.

"This little master, beg for mercy to save his life."

"Yes, those who know the current affairs are heroes."

"Stop resisting, come down."

Makino shook his head and looked at Modokong coldly.

"What if I win?"

"If you win, my grandfather will kowtow you a few times, haha."

"Then come."

Modokun saw Makino like this, and only said that he was bluffing.

After all, the fat old monk had conducted an investigation before and he was confident that except for the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the strength of others was very different from that of himself.

Moreover, if this novice bone is so inferior, it is a question whether you can practice martial arts, let alone compete with the gods on earth?

Modokong rushed forward and wanted to cut Makino's thigh with one knife.

But Makino met with his legs, and broke Modokong's big knife and kicked him out.

Makino walked to Modokong with a cold look on his face.

Thanks to the Yijin Jing that greatly enhanced Muye's strength, otherwise the person who was slung on the ground at this moment would be who it was.

Modhok kowtows.

"Give me your life, this little master, please."
To be continued...