Just in the blink of an eye!
Neither Monk Zhi Cheng, Xi Bing, nor the other monks could see what happened. Ye Qiu made his move in an instant, directly grabbing Monk Zhi Cheng's fist, then with a slight exertion of force, immediately broke Monk Zhi Cheng's wrist.
"Ah!!!"
Monk Zhi Cheng screamed in agony, the intense pain turning his whole face bright red.
"How is this possible?"
Monk Zhi Cheng looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief. As the steward of the Outer Courtyard, he was confident in his strength, never expecting to be so easily defeated by Ye Qiu.
Defeated in just one move...
Monk Zhi Cheng could not accept such a result; in front of so many Shaolin Temple disciples, having his wrist broken instantly made him feel utterly humiliated.
He gave a low shout, exploded with full strength, trying to resist. However, it was completely useless!
Ye Qiu still held his wrist, and moreover at a crucial acupuncture point, making it impossible for him to exert his strength.
"What's going on? How could this happen?"
Standing beside him, Xi Bing was completely dumbfounded. Previously, he had been full of confidence, looking forward to seeing Monk Zhi Cheng easily crush Ye Qiu.
But the delightful fantasy had just started, only for everything to shatter in less than half a second!
Xi Bing stood there stupidly, never imagining Ye Qiu to be so powerful.
Fear filled him as he fixed his wary gaze on Ye Qiu, stepping back continuously, attempting to escape.
However, at that moment, Monk Zhi Cheng, controlled by Ye Qiu, suddenly roared, "Xi Bing, why are you standing there dumbfounded? Go ring the bell, ring the bell and call them out!"
"Them?"
Xi Bing was momentarily stunned but then immediately understood the situation, without thinking, he ran to the large bell nearby and struck it vigorously!
About half a minute later, Ye Qiu heard rumbling footsteps approaching from the distance!
A group of martial monks charged over aggressively!
There were eighteen of them, and their skin was like bronze, shimmering under the sunlight!
"Eighteen Arhats?" Ye Qiu murmured with a frown.
The famous reputation of the Eighteen Arhats was something he had naturally heard of; eighteen individuals, each formidable, making the so-called world fighting champions outside pale in comparison!
Ye Qiu even believed that it would be challenging for ordinary members of the Demon Corps to handle the Eighteen Arhats.
"Not the Eighteen Arhats." Monk Du Ren suddenly spoke with disdain, saying, "These people do have some of the aura of the Eighteen Arhats, but they're not the real deal, just a bunch of phonies."
"Ha, your eyesight's not bad!"
Taking advantage of the situation, Monk Zhi Cheng broke free from Ye Qiu, retreating several steps, glaring viciously at the three of them before gritting his teeth, "You're right, the Eighteen Arhats under my command are indeed fakes.
But even as imposters, their strength is terrifying; heh, I originally didn't want to bring them out, but things have escalated to this point, it's all you forcing me!
With only the three of you, even if you all attack together, you wouldn't be opponents for these eighteen people. Now is your last chance to beg for mercy!"
Feeling the aura of the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats, Monk Zhi Cheng was filled with confidence.
Confident that in the entire Shaolin Temple, except for the genuine Eighteen Arhats and the Abbot, no one could handle them.
The Abbot's prowess was frightening, beyond Monk Zhi Cheng's imagination. Let alone the fake Eighteen Arhats, even the real ones could easily be handled by the Abbot alone.
Being a cultivator himself, Monk Zhi Cheng naturally knew the power hierarchy of the Martial Cultivation Realm. Though he hadn't witnessed the Abbot's true strength, he believed that even if the Abbot hadn't reached Divinity Transformation, he must be close to it.
Such prowess was at the pinnacle of the world's masters!
And such top-level powerhouses, Monk Zhi Cheng didn't believe would appear casually!
He admitted, Ye Qiu was very strong, but absolutely refused to believe Ye Qiu could reach the level of the Great Success Abbot.
Monk Zhi Cheng coldly smiled, looking at Ye Qiu with a look of pity, secretly cursing, "Damn, you three arrogant fools, wait for your misfortune!
In my domain, you dare provoke even me, forcing me to call out the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats, you've caused me such loss of face, I, Zhi Cheng, will make you pay a terrible price!
I want to see, against my meticulously trained Pseudo Eighteen Arhats, what you can do, this time, even if you kneel to beg for mercy it's too late, I will cripple every one of you!"
Returning from a distance, Xi Bing also wore a smug smile, saying nothing more, just watching Ye Qiu with ridicule.
He knew very well the strength of the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats.
He didn't believe Ye Qiu could deal with the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats!
Xi Bing fixed his gaze on Ye Qiu, just like Monk Zhi Cheng, filled with anticipation, wanting to see Ye Qiu being beaten brutally by the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats.
By now, the eighteen martial monks of the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats had surrounded Ye Qiu.
They did not immediately act, waiting for Zhi Cheng's order.
Zhi Cheng stood behind them, peering through the gaps between two martial monks, watching Ye Qiu's expression, wanting to see how Ye Qiu would react to the fearsome Pseudo Eighteen Arhats.
However, the result only made Zhi Cheng even angrier!
Faced with the encirclement of the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats, under such powerful pressure, Ye Qiu's expression remained as calm as still water!
His eyes showed no change whatsoever!
"Overconfident, I want to see how long you can stay arrogant!" Monk Zhi Cheng gritted his teeth, unwilling to waste more time, immediately commanding the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats, "All together, take down that arrogant guy for me!"
"Huh!!!"
"Huh!!!"
With Monk Zhi Cheng's order, in an instant, the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats shouted in unison, then charged together at Ye Qiu!
In an instant, a dense flurry of fists, like a storm, rushed forward.
The assault was extremely fierce, causing all the nearby Shaolin disciples to watch in shock!
"It's over, someone's going to die this time."
"Look at that person, just standing there motionless, must be scared stiff?"
"Sigh, I don't know what's wrong with their heads, insisting on provoking Steward Zhi Cheng."
A group of Shaolin disciples muttered quietly.
Faced with the ferocious offensive of the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats, Ye Qiu stood quietly, as still as a mountain!
Almost simultaneously, the fists of the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats all reached Ye Qiu's body!
"Haha, turned out to be scared stiff, fool, you can go die now!" Monk Zhi Cheng gritted his teeth, ready to add insult to injury as soon as Ye Qiu was seriously injured.
However, at that moment, suddenly!
Bam bam bam! Bam bam bam!
Just as the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats' fists touched Ye Qiu, accompanied by a series of dull collisions, the eighteen strong martial monks all flew backward like kites with broken strings, spitting blood as they went!