Arhat of the mortal world, Copper Monk!
After Feng Lin exchanged greetings with him, he carefully surveyed the other party.
Shaolin Temple!
Having lived two lifetimes, he was no stranger to this name.
All the martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin.
This was a great martial arts sect from the Ancient Earth Era. After entering the Interstellar Era, although it had been silent for a long time, with the great discovery of mythological genes, the ancient cultivation was rejuvenated.
Shaolin Temple had a deep foundation. They successfully combined the theories of mythological genes and transformed the seventy-two ultimate arts into genetic martial arts, flourishing once again.
Although this monk was wearing a kasaya, he had technological equipment on him. Clearly, he was an interstellar human. This also meant that he knew genetic martial arts.
He had to be on guard against this!
The truth was as he had expected.
…
Vajra Subduing Devil Fist!
With a flick of his sleeves, the monk was like a ferocious tiger descending the mountain. His entire body radiated brilliant golden light as he pounced down.
His palm slashed out like the wind, and a majestic fist force tore through the air.
Before the palm arrived, the force arrived first.
Feng Lin couldn't dodge in time and was forced to retreat by this force.
This was the profoundness of the illusory martial pagoda. It was clearly the condensation of void energy, but it had real effects.
"Eight Trigram Palm!" Feng Lin stabilized his body and applied what he had learned from the sixth level of the martial pagoda. He stepped on the eight trigrams and unleashed the nimble characteristics of the Eight Trigram Palm, circling around the monk rapidly.
The palms collided.
Feng Lin's body swayed a little, but the monk was forced to retreat for ten steps before he stopped.
Although he was the head of the Shaolin Temple's Arhat Hall, his vitality was clearly limited to 1.
The difference in vitality made it hard for him to fight against Feng Lin head-on.
However, Feng Lin wasn't in a good state either. His palm felt as if it had been smashed by a huge hammer, and it was extremely painful.
"Is this a genetic martial art?" Feng Lin was secretly shocked.
Martial arts were divided into two types. One was ancient martial arts, and the other was genetic martial arts.
Ancient martial arts tempered the body and pursued the technique of exerting force. It was a pure path of combat. In the Ancient Earth Era, it was also known as martial arts, martial arts, combat, and so on.
However, genetic martial arts were different. The principles of martial arts were deeply embedded into one's genes, allowing one to unleash their genetic abilities to the greatest extent. They were truly transcendent martial arts.
This Vajra Subduing Devil Fist was clearly a type of genetic martial art. It could awaken the Vajra Gene, allowing one to attain the Vajra Body, making it hard for ordinary objects to injure it.
The monk did not stop punching. His entire body seemed to be forged from copper and iron. His palm technique was ferocious and the force penetrated through the air, leaving palm prints on the hard walls. What would happen if it hit a person's body?
"Monkey Gazes at the Moon!" Feng Lin executed the Monkey Fist. The Monkey Gene allowed the Monkey Fist's ferocity and agility to be unleashed to the extreme.
A kind of greyish white stone luster appeared on his skin. When it collided with the big monk's hand, it actually produced all kinds of crisp and clear sounds of metal and stone striking each other.
The Stonebirth Gene and Vajra Gene were genes that could strengthen one's body.
Although his opponent was using genetic martial arts, Feng Lin's vitality stat was higher than his by 0.6. He wasn't at a disadvantage at all.
In terms of speed and strength, Feng Lin was above his opponent.
Finally, he found a flaw and used the "Sword Dance of the White Ape" to defeat his opponent.
Genetic potential + 36%.
This time around, the genetic potential he obtained instantly increased explosively. Clearly, battling against genetic martial artists was more beneficial to his comprehension and control of his cultivation.
Vajra Subduing Demon Fist!
Feng Lin also saw the cultivation art.
Genetic martial arts were divided into grades. From low to high, they were low-martial, mid-martial, high-martial, and supreme martial arts. Each grade was further divided into elementary, intermediate, and advanced grades.
The Vajra Subduing Devil Fist was only an elementary low-martial art. It could only control one type of genetic power, and that was the Vajra Gene.
Although Feng Lin didn't have this gene, the Stonebirth Gene was also a body-strengthening-type gene. It was similar to the Vajra Gene. Although he couldn't fully unleash the effects of this cultivation art, he could still unleash 50% to 60% of it.
Genetic martial arts were genetic martial arts after all. Even if it was only 50% to 60% of its prowess, it wasn't something that gradeless ancient martial arts could compare to.
If it wasn't for the overwhelming vitality stat, Feng Lin wouldn't be a match for this big monk.
Feng Lin practiced seriously, memorizing the moves of the Vajra Subduing Devil Fist in his heart. Only then did he continue to advance.
The bamboo forest was serene and quiet, with fallen petals flying everywhere. An old man with a sage-like demeanor leisurely walked out from the bamboo forest. He wasn't tall, but he exuded a tranquil and distant aura, causing people to feel that he was unfathomable.
"Come!" The old man didn't bow to Feng Lin. He merely waved his hand, as though an ancient martial arts grandmaster had reappeared in the mortal world, exuding an air of arrogance.
The battle officially began.
Feng Lin didn't waste any words and acted brazenly.
After reaching the tenth level, the vitality stats of the illusory martial arts grandmasters had also surpassed 1, getting closer and closer to his. Moreover, they were also proficient in various genetic martial arts.
Gradually losing the advantage of his vitality stat, Feng Lin could only rely on his strength to fight head-on. It would be extremely difficult for him to win.
The old man stood in the center, not moving at all. It was as though he was frightened by Feng Lin's ferocious attacks.
"Good chance!" Feng Lin's footsteps were light and agile, like a spirit ape leaping around the mountain stream. He circled around the old man, searching for an opening.
All of a sudden, his eyes flashed. With a flash, he appeared behind the old man and used a Monkey Fist to grab the back of the old man's head.
This move was incomparably vicious. If it struck, even the old man's skull would be split open.
However, it was as though the old man had eyes on the back of his head. He flicked his wrist lightly, and his movements were very gentle.
BOOM!
A force akin to a whirlpool of water engulfed Feng Lin, and all the force was deflected.
The old man's body suddenly spun like a spinning top. It was as though his entire body had no bones. His body twisted freely, and his hands were like an antelope's armor.
Boneless Taichi!
This was clearly another genetic martial art.
Feng Lin recognized this martial art.
The Boneless Taichi could control the Boneless Gene in one's body, causing the bones in one's body to be as soft as water.
This was a genetic martial art that was optimized using the ancient Taichi Fist as the foundation.
In truth, all genetic martial arts in the Interstellar Era were evolved from ancient martial arts. They retained the original martial arts theories and also fused mythological genetic knowledge. Not only could they strengthen one's body, but they could also temper one's genes.
Taichi used softness to overcome hardness, using four ounces to move a thousand catties.
The old man's bones were soft, and he casually twisted them, displaying the softness of the Taichi Fist to the extreme.
Banding Hammer!
His body suddenly twisted into a ball and spun three rounds like a spring. All of a sudden, he loosened his grip and punched out with a powerful force.
BOOM!
When the fist struck out, the sound of the wind and thunder could be heard!
It was earth-shattering.
"Not good!" Feng Lin exclaimed in shock. He only felt a majestic force like a huge mountain smashing toward him. He instinctively blocked it, but his entire person was already flung out.
He stomped heavily on the ground and barely managed to stop himself. His arms were sore as though they were about to break.
The vitality stats of the old man weren't as high as his, but the explosive force was simply too ferocious.
Sweat dripped down!
Was he about to reach his limits again?
Feng Lin didn't dare to. He used genetic points to recover his stamina, and after experiencing two intense battles, he had already reached his limits.
However, he was truly unwilling to let things end like this. Feng Lin wanted to know where his limits were.
Heh!
He suddenly exhaled and his muscles bulged up. They were greenish-gray in color, resembling pieces of tough scales.
"Vajra Dragon Claw!"
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