Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

After all, if introductions weren't made now, there certainly wouldn't be time once the fighting began.

During their introductions, Zhang Beixing took the opportunity to size them up. He realized this group was genuinely skilled, unlike Shi Yongxin, who was all show and no go. With so many skilled opponents, Zhang Beixing discarded his contempt.

Zhang Beixing returned the courtesy, "Zhang Beixing, Fourteenth Generation Successor of the Yue Family's Chain Punches! Please, enlighten me!"

With that, Zhang Beixing took a step back and assumed the opening stance of the Yue Family's Chain Punches.

The performance stage at Shaolin Temple was only so large; it was definitely not suitable for their fight. Settling things right here was the best approach.

"Good!"

The eighteen Shaolin monks clearly understood this. After acknowledging Zhang Beixing, they too assumed their respective stances.

Seeing that a melee was about to erupt between two powerful sides, the onlookers weren't foolish. They quickly retreated to a safe distance to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

When no one came forward to stop their contest, Zhang Beixing and the eighteen monks exchanged glances.

"SURGE—"

The sound of a rushing river surged from within Zhang Beixing, signaling his attack.

Almost instantly as the sound emerged, Zhang Beixing moved. His figure, like a phantom, charged directly at the monk closest to him.

The monks were also battle-hardened. The moment they saw Zhang Beixing move, they reacted instantly, striking out at him.

"THUD! THUD! THUD!"

The sounds of fists hitting flesh echoed.

The monks' attacks were powerful and heavy, their movements swift.

Despite Zhang Beixing's great strength, two fists are no match for many hands, let alone the eighteen well-trained monks he now faced. Even though he was dodging with all his might, he inevitably took two punches.

But it's no big deal!

After all his attributes reached 100, achieving the peak of Human physical limits, and breaking through to become a 'Unique Grandmaster,' Zhang Beixing could no longer be judged by common sense! Even without deliberately releasing it, the Vital Energy emanating from his entire body constantly protected him.

As a result, when the monks' fists landed on him, they didn't injure Zhang Beixing at all. Instead, they were counter-injured by the Vital Energy on his body, their fists numb and throbbing with sharp pain!

What in Buddha's name?!

Feeling the sharp pain in their hands, the few monks who had managed to land their blows were utterly dumbfounded.

What kind of monster is this?

How could it be that they hit someone else, only to get injured themselves?

Was it an external release of Vital Energy?

But why would Vital Energy envelop his entire body like that?

The monks were profoundly shocked. Before they could process it further, their thoughts were shattered by Zhang Beixing's counterattack.

Zhang Beixing launched his assault.

Erlang Shouldering the Mountain, Overlord Binding the Boar, Moving Mountains and Filling Seas, Forceful Chop of Mount Hua...

Zhang Beixing and the group of monks became locked in a chaotic brawl. The scene was one of utter chaos! The onlookers were dazzled, barely able to follow the action.

Zhang Beixing weaved through the eighteen monks like a slippery loach. One moment he'd appear behind a monk, launching a surprise attack: Tiger Pounces on the Mountain!

"BOOM!"

The terrifying force of the blow sent the monk stumbling back several steps. Zhang Beixing then threw another punch, which landed squarely on a nearby wooden arena post, instantly blasting it apart! Splintered wood flew everywhere, stunning the crowd of onlookers.

Yet, after delivering the blow, Zhang Beixing suddenly retreated.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

His heavy footsteps cracked the green flagstones of the Shaolin Temple pathway. The sheer force of it left everyone utterly dumbfounded.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Is this really my Brother Zhang's strength?! Lin Pengfei was completely stupefied. It was one thing for one man to fight against eighteen and not be at a disadvantage. But half an hour had passed, and Zhang Beixing was still trading blows evenly with the group. This is insane...

Freaking awesome! Lin Pengfei thought, his mind completely blank save for that single exclamation.

Beside him, Chen Rourou watched Zhang Beixing's display, equally dumbstruck. This is a Grandmaster?

What kind of Grandmaster is *this*?!

Reeling from a punch to the face, a monk retreated under Zhang Beixing's onslaught. Touching the blood trickling from his nose, he stared at Zhang Beixing in horror, his mind reeling. There are eighteen of us! Even if we were eighteen ordinary people, taking us all on at once would be difficult. Let alone the fact that all eighteen of us have received Shaolin Temple's focused training, every single one a Pseudo Grandmaster! We're completely beyond ordinary standards! But now, facing this Grandmaster, Zhang Beixing, we find that our usual human wave tactic is completely useless! It's even worse; as the fight has progressed, it feels like Zhang Beixing is gradually suppressing us!

"What's going on?" one monk hissed.

"Did you guys party too hard last night? Haven't you recovered yet?"

"No way! I only played until four. I was about to ask if *you* guys are holding back!"

"Alright, alright, stop bickering! Let's take him down first, then we can talk. Eighteen of us against one! If we don't win this, Shaolin Temple's reputation will be utterly ruined! Use the killing blows!"

"Right!"

The eighteen monks, forced back by Zhang Beixing, conferred hastily. They finally decided to use their ultimate techniques to secure victory.

Coincidentally, Zhang Beixing had the exact same thought.

Even though he wasn't an ordinary Grandmaster and had the System as a safety net, fighting eighteen Pseudo Grandmasters simultaneously was still somewhat taxing. Fortunately, he had already achieved his objective. By now, he had gotten a clear understanding—about eighty to ninety percent—of these eighteen monks' skills.