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Cracks appeared on his golden body, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even stronger.
Zhu Wushi stood still, his robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes flashing with a crazed light, as if he had found an outlet to release the anger in his heart.
He gave Gu Santong no chance to catch his breath, and with a flash, he charged at Gu Santong again, the true energy in his fists becoming even more violent.
"Zhu Wushi, are you really insane?"
Gu Santong roared, knowing he couldn't just stand there and take the beating; he had to fight back.
He took a deep breath, regulated his internal energy, and his golden body condensed again. His fists flew like shooting stars, meeting Zhu Wushi's fists head-on.
Upon seeing this, a hint of seriousness flashed in Zhu Wushi's eyes, but he did not back down. He also condensed terrifying true energy in his fists and collided fiercely with Gu Santong's fist.
"boom!"
Another loud bang, the two men's fists collided fiercely in the air, the shockwave swept around, and the entire prison shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Both men retreated simultaneously, but neither fell; they remained standing, their fighting spirit burning fiercely.
Upon seeing this, Cao Zhengchun exclaimed in astonishment, "I never imagined that the Divine Marquis could actually go toe-to-toe with Gu Santong's Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill! We were truly ignorant all along!"
Chapter 201: Comprehensive Martial Arts Chapter: Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, Eleventh Level
"Do you two know what kind of skill the Divine Marquis is using?"
After the initial shock, Cao Zhengchun immediately realized that the ability to fight the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill in close combat without being at a disadvantage must be due to another extremely powerful defensive technique. However, even though Cao Zhengchun considered himself quite knowledgeable, he couldn't recognize what kind of skill Zhu Wushi was using. So he turned to ask Guo Juxia and Yu Huatian.
Yu Huatian's skill level is slightly inferior to Cao Zhengchun's. Although their statuses are comparable, his age is a major disadvantage. Yu Huatian is only thirty years old now, which can be considered quite young. And youth means that one's knowledge is shallower than that of an older person. What Cao Zhengchun does not know, Yu Huatian may not know either. Therefore, Cao Zhengchun's question is more of a question to Guo Juxia.
After all, Guo Juxia had been dealing with the martial arts world for many years and knew a great deal of secrets.
As expected of Cao Zhengchun, Guo Juxia really knew, and said with a solemn expression.
"Shenhou is using the Tantric Dharma Protector Skill, Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. Judging from Shenhou's performance, this Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is at least at the tenth level, and may even have reached the eleventh level. In the Tantric sect, no one has been able to cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the tenth level for more than a hundred years."
This Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is divided into thirteen levels. The first level is very simple. Even a foolish person can master it within one or two years if they are taught it.
The second layer is twice as deep as the first layer and will take three to four years to complete.
The third layer is twice as deep as the second layer, and it will take seven or eight years.
This process increases exponentially, making progress increasingly difficult. The first level takes two years, the second four years, and the third eight years.
The cultivation time required for each level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill doubles. Originally, there was absolutely no reason why it could not be mastered. If someone were to live to be several thousand years old, they would eventually reach the thirteenth level and possess the power of the [Thirteen Dragons] and [Thirteen Elephants]. However, human lifespan is limited. High-ranking monks and cultivators in Tantric Buddhism who wish to reach the seventh or eighth level before the end of their natural lifespan must be impatient. This often leads them into the perilous situation of being too hasty and failing to achieve their goal.
There was once a high-ranking monk in Tibet who reached the ninth level of his practice. He continued to advance with great vigor, but when he reached the tenth level, his inner demons suddenly arose, and he could not control himself. Finally, he danced wildly for seven days and seven nights, and then died from his own stagnation.
Guo Juxia recounted everything he knew in detail.
Cao Zhengchun's pupils contracted slightly, and then he said in a sinister tone, "I didn't expect that Shenhou would have a connection with the Tantric sect. If I remember correctly, the Tantric sect has a close relationship with the Mongol Yuan dynasty. It seems that the intelligence network of the Dragon Guardian Manor is indeed powerful, and they have even managed to get their hands on the Tantric sect's guardian divine skills."
Cao Zhengchun spoke politely, but the implication was that Zhu Wushi, as a member of the royal family, had actually colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country.
Guo Juxia ignored his words and continued, "Although the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is a protective divine skill of Tantric Buddhism, it takes too much time to cultivate. Therefore, this skill is extremely popular in the Tibetan border region. Even farmers who herd yaks may have a rudimentary level of the skill. With some money, it is not impossible to obtain the complete version."
"It is said that after the fifth level, it becomes increasingly difficult for ordinary people to cultivate, and some may not even be able to break through to the sixth level in their entire lives. However, the Tantric sect has a secret method that can help people shorten the time to break through to the eighth level. This is what creates the difference between the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill that is circulated in Tibet and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill that is secretly transmitted in the Tantric sect. But in essence, there is no difference between the two."
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill originated from Tantric Buddhism. After practicing it for so many years, it has accumulated experience. However, this experience only lasts until the eighth level. The rest depends on individual talent and time.
Cao Zhengchun squinted, somewhat unwilling to believe it.
Since the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is so difficult to master, how did Zhu Wushi manage to reach the eleventh level?
Could it be that Zhu Wushi's talent is unparalleled throughout history, and no one can compare to him?
If he were really that powerful, wouldn't he have taken down Gu Santong long ago?
Gu Santong was known as the Invincible Child because he had never been defeated since his debut.
However, it would be wrong to consider the ancient Santong as the best in the world just because of this.
Not having ever lost doesn't mean no one can defeat him; it just means he hasn't met his match yet.
There is only one universally acknowledged number one in the world today, and that is Master Zhang, the founder of the Wudang School, who wielded the Zhenwu Sword, vanquished demons for sixty years, and forced the Demonic Sect and the Asura Demonic Cult to flee to the Western Regions, never daring to set foot in the Central Plains again.
The battle between Zhu Wushi and Gu Santong intensified. The two moved erratically in the prison, their fists and feet clashing, their true energy surging as if to tear the space apart...
Zhu Wushi's Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill has reached a state of perfection. Every punch carries the power of a dragon's roar and an elephant's bellow. Wherever the fist wind goes, the stone wall cracks and the ground collapses.
Although Gu Santong's Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill was powerful, under Zhu Wushi's fierce attack, the light of his golden body gradually dimmed, and cracks spread like a spider web.
Zhu Wushi possessed nearly a thousand years of internal energy, and it was precisely because of this profound internal energy derived from the Absorption Technique that he was able to cultivate to the eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique.
Of course, compared to the eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which is cultivated through orthodox hard work, he is definitely no match, but his almost inexhaustible true energy makes up for this shortcoming.
"Gu Santong, your golden body has been shattered. How much longer can you hold on?"
Zhu Wushi sneered, his figure flashing like a ghost, and threw a punch straight at Gu Santong's chest.
Although Gu Santong was injured, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. He met Zhu Wushi's fists with both fists like iron hammers.
"boom!"
Another loud bang, the force of their punches exploded in the air, the shockwaves swept around like a tsunami, and the walls of the prison could no longer withstand it and collapsed with a crash.
Stones flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and the entire prison was instantly reduced to ruins. Gu Santong was thrown backward by the shock, spitting out blood, his golden body shattered completely, and the golden light on his body went out like a flickering candle.
He knelt on one knee, barely managing to steady himself, but his breathing was erratic, clearly indicating that he had suffered severe internal injuries.
3.3 After being imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for twenty years, although his old injuries had healed, his vital energy had not recovered and he needed time to recuperate. At this time, Du Gu Santong had not yet reached his peak state. Otherwise, even if he was slightly inferior to Zhu Wushi due to the twenty years, he would not be in this situation.
Zhu Wushi was also in bad shape; three of his ribs broke in the violent collision, and blood was also spilling from his mouth.
But he stood firm as a pine tree, his gaze sharp as a torch, as if the injury was insignificant to him.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body, and coldly looked at Gu Santong: "Gu Santong, you have lost."
Gu Santong raised his head, his eyes still burning with an indomitable flame: "Zhu Wushi, do you think this will make me admit defeat? I, Gu Santong, lost to you by half a move twenty years ago, and I will not be defeated by you again today!"
Chapter 202: Martial Arts Chronicle: Zhu Wushi: Gu Santong, let me see you off.
Although he lost to Zhu Wushi by half a move twenty years ago because of Su Xin, a defeat is a defeat, and Gu Santong would not deny it.
He forced himself to stand up, clenched his fists, and gathered his inner energy once again. Even though his golden body had been broken, he still refused to give up.
Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhu Wushi's eyes: "Since that's the case, then I'll send you on your final journey!"
He flashed forward and charged at Gu Santong again, his fist radiating a powerful, surging energy like a dragon and elephant, carrying an aura of destruction.
Gu Santong gritted his teeth and met the attack with both fists like meteors, and the two fists collided again.
However, this time, Gu Santong's golden body could not withstand such violent power. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily to the ground, and spat out blood. He could no longer stand up.
A ruthless glint flashed in Zhu Wushi's eyes, and he immediately struck out with a palm toward Gu Santong, determined to kill him.
This palm strike concentrated all his true energy, the power of the dragon and elephant surging within his palm, as if to tear the heavens and earth apart. Wherever the palm wind reached, the air was distorted, emitting a piercing explosion.
Although Gu 21 Santong was already seriously injured, he could still feel the terrifying power of this palm strike. However, he was no longer able to fight and could only watch helplessly as the deadly palm force approached.
Just at this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Gu Santong.
The man was dressed in a green robe, with a slender figure and flowing robes, as if he had stepped out of the void, without a trace of worldly dust.
He wore a Nuo god mask on his face, with ancient runes carved on it, making him look eerie and mysterious, as if he were a deity from ancient times, with an inviolable majesty.
Zhu Wushi's palm strike swept over like a raging torrent, but the man in the green robe simply waved his sleeve, and an invisible force seemed to surge within it, instantly dissolving the violent palm strike into nothingness.
The palm strike dissipated, leaving only a faint aftershock in the air, as if that earth-shattering blow had never happened.
Zhu Wushi's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart filled with shock. Although he hadn't used his full strength in that palm strike, it would have been enough to level a small mountain. Yet the person before him had neutralized it so easily; this strength was simply unfathomable.
He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Do you know that Gu Santong is a wanted criminal by the imperial court? Are you making a move now to oppose the imperial court?"
The man in the blue robe did not answer, but stood there quietly, his eyes behind the mask deep and unfathomable, as if they could see through everything.
His aura was restrained, yet it gave people an invisible sense of oppression, as if everything in the world was under his control.
He turned slightly to the side, glanced down at Gu Santong lying on the ground, and said indifferently, "Gu Santong, you have lost, but you don't have to die."
Gu Santong raised his head with difficulty, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
Although he did not recognize the person in front of him, he saw the familiar blue robe on the other person and felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, as if he remembered something.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but due to the severity of his injuries, he could only let out a low gasp.
Seeing that the other party ignored him, Zhu Wushi's anger intensified, and he said coldly, "Since you refuse to introduce yourself, then don't blame me for being impolite!"
Having said that, he flashed forward and charged at the man in green again, his fist brimming with the power of a dragon and an elephant, carrying an aura of world destruction.
However, the man in the blue robe remained calm and composed, simply raising his right hand with his palm facing forward, as if to welcome Zhu Wushi's attack.
The moment Zhu Wushi's fist touched his palm, he felt an unparalleled force rebounding from it. His fist's power vanished instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. His body was also sent flying backward by this force, crashing heavily to the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from his mouth.
Zhu Wushi was horrified. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent before. Even Zhang Zhenren, whom he had met once before, had never given him such a feeling of powerlessness.
He struggled to his feet, his gaze fixed on the man in blue, his voice trembling slightly: "Who... exactly are you?"
The man in the blue robe seemed to have the ability to see through everything. His indifferent gaze swept over Zhu Wushi, Guo Juxia, Cao Zhengchun, and Yu Huatian one by one, as if he were examining the depths of each of their hearts.
His voice was calm as still water, yet carried an undeniable authority: "The four of you attack together and let me see what you're made of, or you'll die!"
The word "death" was like a low murmur from the abyss; it was more than just a word, but a chilling killing intent that pierced directly into the minds of the four.
The four of them suddenly felt an unprecedented fear. The killing intent seemed not to come from the man in blue in front of them, but from the natural will of heaven and earth, demanding that they submit and die.
Zhu Wushi's face turned pale; he had never felt such a strong threat of death.
Guo Juxia's hands, which could usually crush steel with ease, trembled slightly. His palm technique was superb, but it seemed so powerless in the face of this oppressive feeling.
A hint of panic flashed in Cao Zhengchun's eyes. He had profound inner strength, but it was almost impossible for him to gather it under this killing intent.
Yu Huatian stepped back slightly. Despite his exceptional lightness skill and extraordinary swordsmanship, he didn't even dare to entertain the thought of escaping.
In that instant, the four of them seemed to become disconnected from the world around them, rejected by heaven and earth, their existence becoming so small and insignificant.
The man in the blue robe's words were like a fatal pronouncement, forcing them to confront their powerlessness and fear.
Zhu Wushi was, after all, a man who had weathered many storms. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and slowly said, "Your strength is indeed astonishing, but do you really think you can contend with the four of us on your own?"
His tone carried a hint of resentment, but more so a probing tone.
The man in the blue robe did not answer; he simply stood there quietly, as if waiting for them to make their choice.
His figure appeared increasingly towering in the eyes of the four, like an insurmountable mountain.