All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 55 Do world bosses all have two phases?

Zhang Cheng saw that Kumārajīva's gaze had passed over Duan Yanqing and was staring straight at him. Helpless, he stepped out from behind Duan Yanqing.

After learning what had happened from Yue Laosan, he used all his lightness skill to rush towards the direction of the friendly forces he sensed were outside Dali City.

When they arrived, Kumārajīva and Duan Yanqing were locked in a final, desperate battle.

He had originally planned to sneak in while the two were locked in fierce combat and had no time to observe their surroundings, to give Duan Yanqing a boost from behind and perform a classic rescue like Yi Ye Shu.

Unfortunately, he was a whole size larger than Duan Yanqing. Although he managed to evade their internal energy perception, he couldn't escape their eyes.

However, the two were at a crucial moment in their contest of internal strength, so neither of them spoke.

Now that the outcome was decided, Kumārajīva's gaze fell unabashedly on Zhang Cheng.

He looked Zhang Cheng up and down, then put his hands together and said, "This benefactor's appearance at this time must mean he has a deep connection with this Mr. Duan."

May I ask your name, sir? And what is your relationship with the Duan family of Dali?

Zhang Cheng bowed to Kumārajīva, saying, "I have long admired the name of the Tibetan National Preceptor. I am Zhang Cheng, and I am the son-in-law of the Prince of Zhennan of Dali."

Kumārajīva was taken aback upon hearing this.

Zhang Cheng's words struck a nerve with his intelligence. According to the information he had gathered, the Prince of Zhennan in Dali only had one heir apparent; when did he suddenly have a princess?

However, given the other party's level of cultivation, it's unlikely they would lower themselves to impersonate someone else's son-in-law. The only explanation is that their intelligence-gathering subordinates failed in their duties.

"So it's you, Zhang Junma. My apologies for not recognizing you."

Kumārajīva's smile remained gentle. "I just wonder what brings the Prince Consort to interfere in the duel between this humble monk and this old gentleman?"

"Please forgive me, Grand Preceptor. This Mr. Duan is my elder. I heard that he was sparring with you, Grand Preceptor, and fearing that he might lose, I rushed over. Just now, Mr. Duan was already showing signs of defeat, and to prevent him from getting hurt, I took the liberty of interrupting him."

Zhang Cheng paused here, looking directly at Kumārajīva: "Just now, Mr. Duan lost. However, if the Grand Preceptor is not yet satisfied, I may humbly lend a hand and exchange a few blows with him. It just so happens that I have heard that the Grand Preceptor is renowned throughout Tibet, and I am itching to show my skills."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, Kumārajīva, who had just fought a tough battle, looked troubled.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng added, "Rest assured, Grand Preceptor, I had no intention of taking advantage of your distress. You can go back and recuperate for a while to heal your injuries, and we can resume our duel on another day."

Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva immediately objected.

Although he possessed great wisdom and was proficient in all aspects of Buddhist teachings, and no eminent monk from the Western Regions and India could defeat him in debates, in reality, deep down he was a deluded person deeply mired in the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance.

Zhang Cheng's words, to his ears, meant "Are you afraid? You dare not?"

His pride wouldn't allow him to avoid the fight.

Kumārajīva took a deep breath, his expression returning to normal. "No need. Since the Prince Consort has such an elegant interest, this humble monk will naturally accompany him. Let this humble monk rest for a moment before we spar."

"No rush." ​​Zhang Cheng waved his hand. "I have nothing to do here either. Grand Preceptor, take your time to regulate your breathing. Will an hour be enough?"

"Half an hour is enough." After saying this, Kumārajīva sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing. He had just fought with the other party in terms of internal energy through Duan Yanqing, and in the end, he did not dare to be too overconfident.

When he was young, Kumārajīva was enlightened by a master who taught him an extremely advanced internal energy cultivation method.

This mental cultivation method not only allowed him to surpass the internal strength of all the martial arts masters who were older than him, but also made his energy recovery efficiency far superior to that of ordinary experts.

Half an hour is enough for him to restore his internal energy to its peak state.

Although his right hand had been injured by Duan Yanqing and he was temporarily unable to use his full strength, he thought it was enough.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Kumārajīva slowly rose, flicked his sleeve, and dusted off the dirt on his body.

"Lord Zhang, please."

Zhang Cheng nodded, took a few steps forward, and stood facing Kumārajīva.

He wanted to understand his current strength, so even though Duan Yanqing was right beside him, he did not activate the [Soldier] team-based buffing ability.

Not only that, he also planned not to take advantage of his opponent and to fight with only one hand.

"Imperial Advisor, be careful."

After Zhang Cheng gave a reminder, he immediately used the fastest move, the Shaochong Sword, and pointed his right little finger in the air.

"Swoosh—!" An invisible sword aura shot out and arrived in an instant!

When Kumārajīva saw the other party raise his right little finger, he assumed that the other party was also practicing the One Finger Divine Skill, so he raised his hand to prepare to counter with his Flaming Blade.

Unexpectedly, just as he raised his hand halfway, the other party's finger was already pointed out, and the sword energy was already in front of him!

Kumārajīva: ?

His pupils contracted sharply, and in a hurry, he condensed the sword energy he was about to throw into his palm, raised his hand, and tried to deflect the sword energy.

The hand strike collided with the finger force, but it did not break the finger force as it had when fighting Duan Yanqing before.

No! This isn't the One-Finger Divine Skill! What is it then—

Before Kumārajīva could think further, he saw Zhang Cheng make a downward pressing motion with his right hand.

Kumārajīva: !

The energy that he had blocked with his flaming blade began to sink as Zhang Cheng moved.

Kumārajīva felt the pressure emanating from his hand, but instead became excited. He had already guessed the martial art his opponent was using.

He took a deep breath and pushed his inner energy to its limit.

His surging internal energy transformed into a powerful gust of wind that spread out from his body, causing the surrounding grass and trees to bend and dust to fly.

Taking advantage of this sudden burst of energy, he finally managed to deflect the sword energy and retreat several steps.

Once he regained his footing, Kumārajīva looked at Zhang Cheng with a burning, ardent gaze.

Before Zhang Cheng could make another move, he spoke first: "To be honest, I once heard a friend mention that the Duan family of Dali, besides being famous throughout the world for their One-Finger Divine Skill, also possesses a miraculous skill called the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, which surpasses even the One-Finger Divine Skill. I wonder—"

"That's right," Zhang Cheng readily admitted. "It's exactly the martial art I'm currently using."

"Good, good, good." Kumārajīva said "good" three times in succession, his eyes gleaming. "Prince Zhang is straightforward. It seems that this trip has truly been worthwhile for this humble monk."

Since the Prince Consort is so willing to teach me, this humble monk will humbly request a few more moves to experience the profound mysteries of this supreme swordsmanship.

At this moment, Kumārajīva was filled with fighting spirit, and he no longer gave way as he had in their previous encounters.

He flipped his left hand up and down, unleashing a series of fiery blade strikes.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh—!" Invisible blade energy burst forth, covering Zhang Cheng from all directions.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng switched to using his index finger and Shangyang sword to fight back. His sword energy swept across the battlefield, deflecting all the incoming blade energy.

Kumārajīva's fiery blade energy can be actively controlled to hover in mid-air.

He had concealed several sword energies suspended in the air during his series of attacks, preparing to activate them at the opportune moment to injure his enemy. However, Zhang Cheng swept his sword energy across a wide area, scattering them directly in mid-air.

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