The Shaolin True Skill that Liao Qing was cultivating was focused on building stability and taking root on the spot.
Coupled with the Arhat Stance, they complemented each other perfectly.
Instead of dashing to exert all-out effort, it aimed to remain in place and utilize hands, trying to make Liao Qing move.
Liao Hai, who bore a striking resemblance to Tang Monk, self-admittedly could never achieve that.
On one side.
The stronger monks Liao Yuan and Liao Chen, both slightly focused, awaited the showdown between the two.
Liao Qing's strength was in no way inferior to theirs.
What each of them learned had different focuses, making it hard to determine who would win or lose.
Liao Chen spit out the seed shell in his mouth and smiled slightly:
"The Buddha feels that Donor Meng is likely to win."
Liao Yuan shifted in his chair, appearing as though he couldn't bear the weight.
He gave a sidelong glance, his expression mocking:
