Chapter 85: Slaying the Dragon Crone (Part One)

That figure was none other than Chen Xian.

Seeing this, the old dragon monk's thoughts raced furiously...

In an instant, a look of grim determination flashed in his single eye. He declared, "If you want to kill me, you'll have to peel off a layer of your own skin!"

With those words, the one-eyed dragon monk leapt upright, abandoning all thoughts of escape. Clenching his fists, he charged at Chen Xian with astonishing speed.

"Good, that's what I wanted!" Chen Xian's lips curled with a slight smile, his own fists tightening in preparation.

In just a few seconds, the dragon monk crossed a hundred meters, soared through the air, and hurled a punch at his opponent's head, shouting, "First Form of the Arhat Demon-Suppression!"

His iron fist tore through the air, producing a shrill screech and gusts of wind so sharp they stung the cheeks like blades.

Chen Xian did not dodge, standing firm as the iron fist descended toward his head.

The dragon monk's single eye glittered with joy. This punch could shatter even a boulder, yet Chen Xian stood there arrogantly, allowing the attack—he was courting death.

The iron fist struck Chen Xian's head with force, but the expected blood and gore did not appear.

Instead, a red vortex appeared mysteriously atop his head, slowly spinning. The dragon monk's iron fist could not penetrate it, as if he were striking a pile of cotton.

"Iron Head Technique?!" the dragon monk exclaimed in shock.

Seeing his attack fail, the dragon monk twisted midair and launched a second assault, his iron fist now targeting Chen Xian’s chest.

"Second Form of the Arhat Demon-Suppression!"

Again, Chen Xian did not evade, letting the iron fist land squarely on his chest.

With a faint hum, a vortex materialized at his chest, absorbing the energy of the dragon monk's second strike.

"Third Form of the Arhat!"

"Fourth Form of the Arhat!"

"Fifth Form of the Arhat!"

Refusing to accept defeat, the one-eyed dragon monk unleashed three more consecutive attacks.

Yet each ended the same way: none could harm Chen Xian in the slightest. He remained as steady as a mountain, unmoved by the onslaught from every direction.

The dragon monk hastily retreated dozens of steps, his single eye blazing with venomous hatred as he stared at his adversary.

Chen Xian looked at the furious monk, his lips curled into a wild, unrestrained smile. "One-eyed dragon, if you have any trump card hidden away, you'd better use it now. Otherwise, you won't get another chance!"

Despite his words, Chen Xian truly admired the dragon monk’s prowess.

He was far stronger than the patriarch of the Ma family, even surpassing the Ma family’s ghostly deity in combat ability.

Had Chen Xian not advanced his cultivation to the third stage of the Transcending Mortality Realm, he would have been unable to withstand the dragon monk.

If his opponent had any hidden techniques left, he would be unrivaled beneath the level of grandmaster—no so-called half-step grandmaster could match him.

Only a true grandmaster could suppress him.

This one-eyed dragon monk was a dual cultivator of both martial arts and spiritual methods: cultivating spiritual power, or divine sense, alongside martial prowess.

The techniques he had just displayed were all martial arts.

Earlier, in the parking lot, he had waited for the police and used spiritual arts or secret techniques of the mind.

Upon hearing Chen Xian's challenge, the dragon monk’s face twisted, letting out a sinister, cackling laugh: "Heh heh heh, Chen Xian, you've pushed me to this point. I will now expend half my life's cultivation to unleash my strongest martial arts secret. Let me show you what true martial arts are, and let you die beneath my fists!"

As he finished, the only eye remaining in his face radiated fearless resolve. He stomped his legs forcefully to the left and right.

Screech! Screech! Screech!

Dust billowed beneath his feet, and deep footprints appeared in the concrete, with cracks spreading from them like spiderwebs. The entire factory trembled slightly, adding to the sense of dread.

Next, the dragon monk clenched his fists, and with a series of booming sounds, his monk's robe exploded, exposing his skin.

Muscles bulged on his arms and legs like rocks, veins rose like writhing green serpents, threatening to burst free from their fleshly constraints. A faint golden glow radiated from his body, making him resemble a golden Arhat, brimming with violent power.

Roar!

The old monk’s face twisted with muscle, his mouth opened wide to reveal sharp white teeth, and he let out a roar that was part dragon’s cry, part elephant’s trumpeting—at once agonized and exhilarated.

His voice thundered skyward, shaking the factory and sending clouds of dust tumbling down.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With each explosive sound, the dragon monk’s body grew rapidly, swelling to monstrous proportions.

He had once stood only about one meter sixty, but in an instant, he grew to one meter seventy, and continued rising...

Chen Xian watched this transformation, his eyes glittering with fascination. Martial arts from T Country truly were unique, capable of making the body grow so much taller and more powerful.

A minute later, the dragon monk had reached a terrifying height of over two meters twenty, his whole body shining gold, like a giant exuding overwhelming pressure.

"Chen Xian, you forced me to use the secret ‘Arhat Transformation’ from T Country’s ancient fist arts. Tonight, your blood will baptize my Arhat Transformation!"

His single eye flashed with murderous intent, his tone carrying an air of dominion over the world.

The Arhat Transformation was a pinnacle secret art of T Country’s ancient fist arts. Only a T Country boxer who had achieved the equivalent of peak internal strength could perform it.

Moreover, a boxer who had not reached grandmaster level could use the Arhat Transformation only once in their lifetime.

If successful, the transformation bestowed a qualitative leap in physical power and agility, massively increasing combat strength.

But the cost was great: it drained half the boxer’s cultivation and a large amount of vital essence. After the transformation ended, the practitioner would be left extremely weak, bedridden for a year, and would never again have hope of reaching grandmaster level.

No boxer would use the Arhat Transformation unless faced with life and death.

Now, the dragon monk was truly invincible beneath the grandmaster level.

Chen Xian's face still bore a wild, untamed smile. "An ant, even ten times bigger, remains an ant!"

At these words, the dragon monk was enraged, his single eye fierce. With a sudden leap, he charged at Chen Xian.

Deep footprints marked the concrete behind him, cracks radiating all around.

He rushed to Chen Xian, unleashing a flurry of blows at lightning speed, leaving countless fist shadows around Chen Xian.

The dragon monk had transformed into a thousand-armed Arhat.

"Heh, is this all you've got? Your Arhat Transformation isn't so impressive after all!" came a defiant voice from the midst of the dense barrage of fists.

The dragon monk's face grew ever more twisted, his attacks becoming faster and more ferocious.