Golden Buddha was rebounded by an immense force.

Yang Fei's explosive power within his body made it impossible for him to stop his motion.

With a clattering sound, Yang Fei's feet broke through the oak planks of the arena, and he sank directly down from the stage.

Only half of his body was left showing outside.

Golden Buddha was over thirty years older than Yang Fei and had practiced his kung fu for thirty more years.

The accumulation of Martial Essence over those three decades was definitely not something Yang Fei could contend with.

In this head-to-head confrontation, Yang Fei immediately found himself at a disadvantage.

Yang Fei felt his half-body go numb, and his arms completely lost sensation.

The bones in his body were piercingly painful, almost dislocating.

Golden Buddha's strike was like a thunderous hammer weighing a thousand pounds.

Yang Fei stood firm, and Elephant Truth was instantly activated.

A tremendous force rose from beneath his feet, and the stagnant Essence in his body started circulating again.

Yang Fei's Essence Qi only made one cycle.

The numb and sore sensation throughout his body was immediately dispelled.

Golden Buddha had finally gained the upper hand; how could he give up this perfect opportunity?

He didn't wait for Yang Fei to fully recover and, with a long howl, charged at Yang Fei.

At this moment, Golden Buddha was like a soaring ape.

He lightly touched the arena's post with the tip of his foot, flipped upside down, palms pressed together, and chopped down from the air.

Vajra Subdues Demons!

This was the most powerful killing move within the Dragon and Tiger Prajna Vajra Palm.

Golden Buddha, attacking from above, put his full force into the blow, greatly increasing its power.

Master Zhiguan trembled, eyes wide with disbelief.

"This... this is the Dragon and Tiger Prajna Vajra Palm, heavens, Golden Buddha has actually mastered this peerless technique."

The Dragon and Tiger Prajna Vajra Palm was at the peak of Buddhist martial studies.

Even Master Zhiguan himself had only seen it in martial arts texts, never having seen anyone master it.

Legend had it that upon mastering the Dragon and Tiger Prajna Vajra Palm, one would possess the overwhelming power of the dragon and tiger.

This set of palm techniques was one of the supreme, unparalleled martial arts of modern Buddhism.

Old Master Yun and Head Coach Huo, not being from the Buddhist Sect, did not understand Golden Buddha's martial arts.

But seeing Golden Buddha's palm thrust out, compressing the air and producing a booming sound,

both of their hearts were greatly alarmed.

Yang Fei, trapped in the middle of the arena, felt the overwhelming momentum of Golden Buddha bearing down on him like a mountain.

An indomitable force smashed down violently.

He let out a long cry from his throat, activating Turtle Shield with all his might to protect his wrists.

At the same time, his hands sealed above his head.

Boom!

Golden Buddha's strike made even several hundred-ton yachts tremble.

A savage whirlwind picked up the oak planks around Yang Fei, rolling them outward and tossing them away.

Under the enormous force, Yang Fei's whole body bore the pressure, his bones creaking audibly.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a wretch; his internal organs had been damaged by the shock.

However, at the same time, his left and right hands had already grasped Golden Buddha's palms.

The next second, Yang Fei summoned the massive strength of Elephant Extreme and violently threw Golden Buddha forward.

Golden Buddha, in mid-air, had no leverage, and was immediately slammed onto the arena by Yang Fei.

Bang!

A loud noise, the stage disbanded, planks flew chaotically.

Even the temporary steel frame was bent and skewed by the impact of Golden Buddha's body.

"Buddha Lord..."

Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin were both startled and exclaimed involuntarily.

Golden Buddha's entire skeleton was broken in several places, and fresh blood surged from his mouth.

However, he was still composed amid defeat, with his hand swiftly latching onto Yang Fei's wrist, his waist forcefully bending.

His two feet violently thrusted upwards towards Yang Fei's face.

Before Golden Buddha's feet could reach Yang Fei's face,

Yang Fei felt an oppressive force, making it difficult to breathe.

He had no choice but to break free from Golden Buddha's grip and stagger backward.

Golden Buddha executed a dragon twist around a pillar, flipping back to his feet.

He stood amidst a heap of broken planks, eyes bloodshot, fixated on Yang Fei.

Yang Fei slightly bent forward, his hands shaped into tiger claws.

His eyes fiercely fixed on Golden Buddha as well.

The two seemed like two fierce beasts, watching each other, on guard, ready to tear into one another.

The dense killing intent, thick as substance, made every expert present feel alarmed and frightened.

The two looked at each other for a long while.

Golden Buddha let out a loud shout and his palms swung in succession, like a giant axe cleaving a mountain, attacking Yang Fei once again.

This time, the two no longer clashed head-on, exchanging fist technique for fist technique, countering each move with another.

In the blink of an eye, their duel became incredibly fierce.

As Golden Buddha was in his fifties,

for a Martial Arts Master, this was the moment his combat powers were at their peak.

With the nourishment of Essence Qi, his physical strength was not much less than that of a man in his thirties.

His experience and mindset, however, were extremely mature and rich.

Yet, Yang Fei was even more terrifying.

He was originally the King of Soldiers, having fought his way through jungles and seas of corpses and blood.

When it came to the nature of killing, sniping experience,

Yang Fei was not inferior to Golden Buddha; in fact, he even held a slight advantage.

The two tumbled and rolled, their fists and feet bringing the sound of thunder and wind.

The whirlwind that swept across the arena was like a knife on one's face, painfully sharp.

The crowd drew back one after another.

What a fierce battle!

Gradually, Yang Fei realized

that as Golden Buddha moved his fists and feet, he actually formed a strong and forceful force field vortex.

This kind of force field vortex was an invisible strength.

Yang Fei's movement technique faced an additional constraint, as if he were bogged down in a swamp.

Each of his punches and kicks took twice the effort.

Yang Fei's speed, which was as fast as lightning, was immediately restrained and slowed down.

Whereas Golden Buddha, like a fish in water, executed his palm technique even more fiercely.

Yang Fei faced dangerous moves one after another.

On the referee's seats, the four Great Grandmasters were all experts who knew good craftsmanship.

Seeing the unusual traces of the airflow vortex around the two men,

Head Coach Huo suddenly exclaimed in astonishment.

"My God, it's a Fist Intent Force Field."

"Golden Buddha has actually practiced his Fist Technique to such a realm; too terrifying."

Fist Intent Force Field!

Upon hearing these four words, all the Martial Artists in the audience were astonished.

The Fist Intent Force Field was a miracle that only appeared at the highest realm of Fist Technique practice.

It was also the ultimate realm pursued by every Fist Master.

It was something that had always existed only in legends.

But now, it had truly and unmistakably manifested in Golden Buddha.

How could this not amaze everyone to the extreme?

Once Golden Buddha's Fist Intent Force Field appeared, Yang Fei's offensive was immediately thwarted.

However, his Tiger Ghost, unpredictable and indefensible, also made Golden Buddha extremely wary.

After exchanging over a dozen moves,

Golden Buddha let out a sudden loud shout, and executed another move, Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere, smashing towards Yang Fei's crown.

His palm strength enveloped Yang Fei's entire body, leaving no room for him to dodge.

Yang Fei was startled.

Under Golden Buddha's Fist Intent Force Field, his body was firmly locked in place.

Even if it was just for a moment, a life-and-death decision was made!

Golden Buddha was immediately overjoyed.

He used all of his twelve-folds of Essence Qi, channeling it into his palm, and smashed it towards Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, be careful!"

"Coach…"

Mad Blade and Fan Yi both screamed out in shock.

Even Xue Mingtai, who was watching the battle from the side, was deeply moved.

Roar!

A thunderous Tiger Roar suddenly erupted from Yang Fei's throat.

In mid-air, it sounded like a dozen claps of thunder exploding.

In the crowd, countless people screamed, covering their ears in unbearable pain.

A cyclone, like fierce waves, swept across the arena.

Tiger Extreme Third Level, Tiger Roar!

This incredibly mighty roar, like a sweeping gale.

Instantly shattered the Fist Intent Force Field created by Golden Buddha.

No sooner had it been said than done,

Golden Buddha's palm had already smashed onto Yang Fei's left Taiyang acupoint.

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