God of War starts from 72 stunts

Chapter 7 One punch!
In a simple Zen room.

Abbot Kukai woke up from his trance, slowly opened his eyes, and looked in the direction of the Buddhist temple.

"The breath of Arhat relics!"

There was some relief in his vicissitudes of life.

"Buddha bless Shaolin!"

The abbot murmured, then closed his eyes and fell into a state of trance like a dead tree again.

At this time, the appearance of that majestic aura was like a huge stone thrown into calm water, causing a shock in the entire Shaolin Temple.

"That's the breath of Arhat!"

"That direction is towards the Buddhist temple, the breath of Arhat? Could it be that someone has obtained the inheritance of Arhat relics?!"

"After a hundred years, the inheritance of Arhat relics has finally been revealed!"

"Buddha bless me, Shaolin. The inheritors of the Arhat relics are the sons of Buddha of my generation in Shaolin!"

At this time, Wu An was still unaware of the great shock caused by the appearance of Arhat's aura. This was definitely a major event that had not happened in Shaolin for a hundred years!
The inheritor of the Arhat relic is of course not Wu An. He is still trying every means to get the recognition of the holy monk's relic in the secret room on the first floor.

However, Wu An also felt the extremely majestic aura.

"What a powerful breath!"

Wu An's eyes were filled with shock. In front of that majestic aura, Wu An only felt that he was as small as a grain of corn in the sea.

"That breath seems to be coming from the fourth floor of the Buddha Hall!"

"The fourth floor! That's where the Arhat relics are stored!"

Wu An suddenly began to speculate, "Could it be that someone has obtained the inheritance of Arhat relics?"

The more Wu An thought about it, the more likely it was that he thought it was possible, so he laughed at himself, "Everyone has received the inheritance of the Arhat's relics, but I can't even get the inheritance of the saint's relics."

"But..." Wu An's eyes suddenly became firm, "So what if it is the inheritance of Arhat relics?"

"I have the Supreme Book, and my talent has infinite possibilities. Given time, I can become the legendary Arhat, or even surpass the Arhat and become an unimaginable existence!"

Suddenly, the relic that had been unresponsive shone with a dazzling light.

"Ok?"

The abnormality of the relic immediately attracted Wu An's attention.

"Relic finally reacted!"

In Wu An's expectant eyes, the relic slowly floated up from the niche until it was level with Wu An, floating in front of his eyes, shining like stars.

In the dazzling light, Wu An's eyes were suddenly in a trance, and the world was spinning.

This feeling disappeared as quickly as it came. When Wu An came to his senses, he found that he had left the secret room and came to a strange space.

There is nothing here except an old monk wearing cassocks standing not far away.

Looking at the old monk and the unfamiliar space, Wu An suddenly had a suspicion in his heart, but he still asked, "Who are you? Where are you?"

The old monk replied slowly: "I have realized suffering and am the master of the relics. This is the consciousness space of the relics."

"As expected, he is the owner of the relic."

The old monk's answer confirmed Wu An's guess. He had learned that relics usually contain a piece of consciousness of the original owner.

Wu An clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Disciple Xuankong has seen the holy monk Wu Ku!"

Wu Ku smiled lightly, "Xuankong, do you want to get my relic inheritance?"

Wu An nodded and said, "I wonder if this disciple has the Buddhist fate to receive the relic inheritance of the holy monk?"

Wu Ku replied: "Xuankong, if you defeat me, you can get my relic inheritance."

Wu An was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "The holy monk's cultivation is unmatched in the world, how can a disciple be your opponent?"

Wu Ku said slowly: "We are fighting in the same realm, and we are fighting in the seventh-level realm."

Wu An's eyes lit up: "Seriously?"

Wu Ku said seriously: "Monks don't lie."

Wu An bent down slightly: "Holy Monk, that disciple was offended."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu An used his light body technique and went straight to Wu Ku.

"What a light-weight technique!" Wu Ku stood there with admiration in his eyes. Of course he could see that Wu An's unique skills had reached a profound level.

In just a few breaths, Wu An rushed to Wu Ku and hit Wu Ku with his fist.

The ordinary punch made Wu Ku's eyes light up.

"What a Arhat Fist!"

At this moment, Wu Ku moved and saw him raise his hand and slap Wu An's fist with his palm.

Snapped!
The moment the fists and palms were exchanged, Wu Ku's expression suddenly changed.

In his shocked eyes, the opponent's fist actually smashed his palm!

And the force continued unabated, hitting him hard on his body!
boom!
With a loud noise, Wu Ku's entire body exploded.

Wu An put away his fists and saw Wu Ku's body re-formed intact in an instant, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Wu An didn't find it strange, because he knew that what he had just exploded was just a void of consciousness.

In the space of awareness of suffering, the realization of suffering is the incarnation of consciousness, which can be said to be an immortal existence.

At this time, Wu Ku was staring at Wu An in astonishment. He didn't even expect that he would be punched to pieces even if he beat him to death.

You must know that his original body is a Shaolin holy monk, a powerful warrior in the third level of martial arts. In terms of knowledge, martial arts understanding, and combat experience, he far surpasses his opponent.

But even so, he was still defeated, and he was defeated so quickly that he was almost crushed to death!

Wu Ku looked at Wu An and asked, "Xuankong, what kind of stunt did you just use?"

Wu An replied: "Holy Monk, the disciple just used Arhat Fist."

Wu Ku shook his head and retorted, "Impossible! Arhat Fist definitely does not have such a powerful explosive power!"

No one knows the power of Shaolin's 72 stunts better than him, because he himself also practices Luohan Quan.

Wu An explained with a smile, "Holy Monk, of course the Arhat Fist at the ninth level does not have such a powerful explosive power, but the disciple just used the Arhat Fist at the tenth level!"

"Ten-level Arhat Fist? Impossible! There are only nine levels of Arhat Fist. How is it possible?"

At this point, Wu Ku suddenly reacted and looked at Wu An with disbelief, "Xuankong, you mean you have realized the tenth level of Arhat Fist?"

Wu An nodded and expressed his acquiescence. Of course he would not reveal the existence of the Heavenly Book, even if Wu Ku was just a remaining fragment of consciousness.

Seeing Wu An nodding, Wu Ku immediately showed a smile on his face and sighed, "Such a genius is really a blessing to me, Shaolin!"

Wu Ku knows the history of Shaolin's 72 stunts. It is said that Shaolin's 72 stunts were created by the most powerful Patriarch Bodhidharma in Shaolin and have been passed down for thousands of years.

Who is the Patriarch Bodhidharma?

That was at least a powerful being in the Arhat realm, and his martial arts cultivation was unimaginable.

But the little monk in front of him can actually master a higher level of boxing skills based on the unique skills created by Bodhidharma. What a monster this talent is!

Wu An smiled and said, "The holy monk was so complimentary."

After a pause, Wu An continued, "Holy Monk, I wonder if my disciples can obtain your relic inheritance now?"

Wu Ku smiled slightly, walked up slowly, stretched out a finger and pressed directly on Wu An's eyebrows.

"This is my relic inheritance!"

After the words fell, Wu Andun felt a huge amount of information pouring into his mind.

"Is this the relic inheritance?"

Wu An closed his eyes, focusing on nothing else, and began to concentrate on digesting the information that poured into his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu An slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, he had completely digested the huge amount of information pouring into his mind.

A skill, and a lot of insights into the skill.

This Kung Fu is Shaolin Boy Kung Fu, one of the Eighteen Sacred Sciences of Shaolin!

The Book of Heaven automatically turned the page, and on a new page of white paper, the content of the Shaolin Boy Kung Fu suddenly appeared.

With a thought, a line of information appeared in front of Wu An's eyes.

Talent: 520
(End of this chapter)