Chapter 0006: The Old Monk Skilled in Kung Fu Basketball

They could never have imagined that they were actually defeated by an old man

Eat the Great Strength Vajra Palm of the Old Monk

However, everything he saw before him completely overturned his preconceived notions about basketball. The frail body transformed into a wild, running cheetah; the weak frame became an unstoppable steel war machine. Then, in the next scene, he was utterly stunned as the old monk actually jumped with the ball from the three-point line. At that moment, the monk's robe billowed, and the gleaming bald head was dazzling.

No one can hold the ball in front of the old monk for long, and even fewer can score against him. With a defense as solid as iron and an offense as overwhelming as a landslide, the old monk runs across the field without even catching his breath, instantly crushing the score to a point where the opponents feel utterly defeated.

Physical fitness begins to surge, and various physical qualities start to improve dramatically, with potential being unleashed in all aspects. This is the most fundamental benefit of cultivating the mind method. If one were to channel true energy, there would be even more mysterious abilities. Although Long Aotian is still a novice, he is already capable of competing in physical fitness against tall Black individuals with his Asian physique.

Haha, the kung fu old man plays basketball, York, I must admit your joke is very funny, perhaps you could send this idea to Hollywood, it would make you a fortune

What is even more shameless is that this person, surprisingly, is not lacking in intelligence. He preemptively bribed Long Aotian's teammates, causing this farcical split at the last moment. It now appears that Long Aotian's defeat is a foregone conclusion, and the foundational mental technique that Bai Qige invested in seems destined to go to waste.

The appearance of the old monk with a dream of loss perfectly aligns with others' imagination of a wise and accomplished monk, yet this being does not reside in the deep mountains and forests; instead, he has come to the school and seems to be chatting and laughing with Long Aotian, which naturally astonishes people and leads to discussions.

The dandy's expression faltered immediately, and he began speaking to these black athletes, urging them to take things more seriously

Long Aotian's determination was unwavering. After some discussion, the members of the basketball club lined up helplessly, awaiting what was likely to be a grim fate. However, to their surprise, the whistle blew, and Long Aotian seized the ball first. He then sprinted forward like a flash of lightning, catching the relaxed and indifferent Black players off guard, allowing him to invade the rebound area. One of the nearby Black players quickly reacted and rushed over, attempting to use his size to overpower Long Aotian. Yet, unexpectedly, upon colliding with Long Aotian, he was met with an overwhelming force and was knocked aside. Long Aotian took two powerful steps under the basket, leaped, and effortlessly sent the basketball into the hoop.

The old monk, with a kind expression and a smile, took out a fruit knife from his bosom and stabbed it a few times into his own abdomen, producing a harsh metallic clanging sound: "Old m.hetushucom.com, the monk's knife is invulnerable!"

The essence of martial arts lies in the mind method, which is the source of strength. Without a good mind method, all techniques are worthless. Once the mind method is cultivated, even the most basic entry-level skills can bring about transformative changes.

For such a reclusive master, even the most arrogant young scion must treat him with caution. However, having been accustomed to arrogance, he may appear serious at this moment, yet his tone remains defiant: "What if I say no!"

When it was the turn of the Black player to handle the ball, it was as if an adult was teasing a child, showcasing various tricks. Dribbling face-to-face, he executed a behind-the-back hook shot, and as the ball was passed away, he pretended to control it, causing his teammate, Long Aotian, to nervously keep a close watch. After a while, the Black player stopped pretending, whistled, and walked away, eliciting hearty laughter while leaving the other person blushing, anxious, disheartened, and with an imbalanced mindset, as various predicaments descended upon them.

The situation was on the verge of failure, and Bai Qige could hardly bear it. He ran to a corner, transformed himself, and then returned to personally intervene, intending to forcefully extend Long Aotian's life and salvage this impending failed mission.

This is not scientific

An elderly monk, with a kind and gentle demeanor, standing on a modern basketball court, appears completely out of place. However, the monk remains unaffected by the surrounding clamor, with his hands clasped together, silently meditating as if in a state of deep concentration.

The dandy young master boasted with an air of arrogance, as if to say, "I am the one who bullies you." A trace of anger appeared on Long Aotian's face: "You are shameless, but do not think that this can defeat me! I, Long Aotian, will absolutely not fail!"

Hey, don't be too careless; perhaps this old man knows martial arts

After Long Aotian mastered the first level of the foundational mental technique, his physical attributes experienced a significant increase, allowing him to compete head-on with these tall and robust black professional athletes. Bai Qige, having trained for a longer duration, had already advanced to the second level of the foundational mental technique. How could he possibly be inferior to Long Aotian? In terms of physical attributes, Bai Qige had already surpassed the majority of humanity.

What a genius! After mastering the fundamental mental techniques, in just three days, physical abilities have already developed to this extent, with each attribute increased by at least thirty percent! If combined with true energy, one could transform into a little superhero in a short time!

Bai Qi was initially thinking that it was merely a matter of rivalry and jealousy among a few children. Long Aotian had mastered the basic mental techniques, significantly enhancing his physical abilities and achieving a leap in his physical fitness, which should have been sufficient to handle such conflicts. However, he did not expect that the debauched young master would be so shameless and possess such great influence. In a verbal dispute with his classmates, he set up a betting agreement for a basketball game, and this fellow was actually able to assemble a team of professional basketball players, including a robust and well-built Black player.

Ao Tian, you actually know such a remarkable person!" Tang Jiao Rong looked at Long Ao Tian with a strange expression, while Long Ao Tian wore a face that seemed unable to bear the memories of the past. At this moment, the surrounding audience also noticed the unexpected appearance of the Dreaming Monk, and a loud discussion erupted.

Long Aotian wore an expression of indignation; he seemed unable to contain his impulse and was ready to strike the young scion of a wealthy family. However, at that moment, a large hand forcefully landed on Long Aotian's shoulder, and an aged voice emerged:

No need for meridians, no prerequisites; all that is required is that you are a living being. You can cultivate the heart method, for the principle of the heart method is to refine life force, to purify the original power of one's life, to manifest it, to continuously nurture it, and to thoroughly expand potential, achieving what others cannot.

Then, casually grasping the knife, with a mere squeeze, it was twisted into a mass of irregular iron mud: "The old monk can turn iron into mud!"

However, basketball is not a game for one person. Long Aotian's physical attributes, which have greatly improved due to mastering the basic mental techniques, merely level the playing field between himself and the inherent racial differences with Black players. His teammates, however, do not possess such capabilities. When those Black basketball players put in a little effort, Long Aotian can still manage to perform somewhat, but his teammates are already being thoroughly outclassed.

Long Aotian suddenly stiffened, then slowly turned his head back, only to see a kind face, clad in a monk's robe, resembling a wise and venerable monk. In that moment, the golden, unyielding muscles of the nightmare surged once again into Long Aotian's heart, rendering him at a loss for words.

The soaring old monk became an indelible memory shared by everyone in the venue

When my disciple is in trouble, I will naturally be by your side. Otherwise, how could I rescue you in time? Disciple, your team is still short one person, is it not? I happen to be able to fill in!

You, you, you... how could you appear here!

Is being wealthy and powerful really impressive? I don't care, Aotian, I will help you fight!" As Tang Jiaorong, another main character in this wager, walked over, she disdainfully said to the young aristocrat. The young aristocrat appeared somewhat flustered, yet he was helpless. However, he soon turned back with a smug expression: "Even with Jiaorong's help, you can only have four people at most. Do you have any other helpers? Let me tell you, you can forget about relying on those substitute players in your club; I have bought them all off. The three people beside you are your only remaining allies. Or are you planning to rely on your good looks to find a helper among the audience? Haha, I will be watching with great interest!"

Disciple, never forget that behind you, there is the old monk!

The basketball game concluded amidst the astonished and frenzied gazes of all present, with the five Black players appearing utterly defeated, as if they would never dare to play basketball again. Following this, the stage was set for a duel between Long Aotian and the young master. Naturally, the young master could not personally take the field; instead, one of his personal bodyguards, who was quite skilled in martial arts, stepped in. Long Aotian, brimming with confidence, showed no fear and immediately engaged in combat with the bodyguard, demonstrating a balanced offense and defense, exhibiting considerable technique.

They are all young and impetuous individuals, and a quarrel quickly escalated beyond control. In an instant, two of them left, with one even openly declaring his intention to withdraw from the basketball club. At this moment, a wealthy young man swaggered over with a smug expression and said to the somewhat gloomy Long Aotian: "Do you think they left just because of the argument with you? I spent a lot of money to make them leave. Soon, they will come to the basketball club I established. You poor fool, let me tell you, in this era, being handsome is useless; you need money! You need power! You can't even gather a five-person team right now, so why not just admit defeat?"

In a confrontation with professional basketball players, Long Aotian surprisingly scored the first two points, instantly causing an uproar among the audience. The atmosphere within the team shifted as well, with the students casting doubtful glances at the Black players, wondering if they were merely a group of spoiled rich kids casually recruited from the streets to intimidate them, and not actual professional basketball players at all

To what extent has the defeat reached? As soon as a teammate gets the ball, it won't be long before it is snatched away. Just when they think about shooting, a large, dark hand swings in like a massive iron pot, forcefully knocking both the person and the ball down.

Bang! The basketball hoop emitted a loud sound as the old monk completed a legendary three-point line jump dunk, leaving everyone utterly astonished and at a loss for words

Amitabha, to speak candidly, I am quite skilled at basketball as well! With a kind and gentle demeanor, I chant the Buddha's name, yet beneath this old monk's exterior lies a hint of disdainful smirk

With the agility and ferocity of a leopard pouncing on its prey, the aging figure vanished in an instant, only to reappear before the Black player. The right hand, raised high, came crashing down with force, pinning both the player and the ball to the ground. A resounding thud echoed throughout the stadium, leaving the audience in stunned silence, their expressions reflecting disbelief as they struggled to comprehend what had just transpired

Hmph, I hope you can still be this arrogant later!" The dandy young master dropped this remark, too lazy to engage in further conversation with Long Aotian, whom he regarded as no different from a spendthrift dog.

The match has resumed, and several Black players are running over with laughter, as they perceive that this game has completely transformed into a farce and a game.

Mu Gangxian looked incredulously at everything happening before him. Although he was a student, he had a deep passion for basketball. Over the years, he had been honing his physique and skills, confident that with a few more years of practice, he could even embark on a path to becoming a professional player. Due to this enthusiasm and effort, he became the vice president of the basketball club founded by Long Aotian. At the same time, because of his love for basketball, he rejected the bribes of a wealthy young heir. In fact, he was even excited about this unexpected match against a professional player, as it represented a highly valuable challenge, regardless of the outcome.

"Young benefactor, there is no need to be anxious. Although I am the master of Long Aotian, I am not so petty as to take offense over such a disciple's rivalry. I merely wish to resolve the grievances between you, for it is better to settle enmities than to deepen them. Young people, you have a long road ahead of you!"

Bai Qi glanced over, and he did not dare to assert who would win or lose. However, he had a way to ensure that Long Aotian would win with absolute certainty. He quietly approached the young dandy, who wore a look of anxiety.

Surpassing ordinary individuals, as well as professional athletes, are dynamic vision, reaction speed, and exceptional physicality. Together, these three elements form an invincible strength. Next, the nightmare has completely reversed; it is now the turn of those Black professional basketball players to feel nervous, bewildered, and incredulous

Then the old monk's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a chilling unpredictability: "Do not force me to come knocking at your door in the dead of night to crush you, you fool"

Hahaha, they even brought out the old monk, Long Aotian, is this your grandfather? Haha, this is killing me with laughter! Long Aotian, you must not let him take the stage, I beg you, otherwise he might just take a couple of steps and pull his back, and I won't cover the medical expenses, hahaha! The spoiled young master over there laughed loudly, and Long Aotian gritted his teeth; he truly couldn't find anyone else at this moment. The nightmare in his heart could not compare to the anger he felt towards that spoiled young master, so he agreed to the old monk's participation in the competition.

Even Long Aotian did not hold any expectations for the old monk, let alone others. However, Tang Jiaorong, driven by her spirited temperament and unable to tolerate the arrogance of the wealthy young masters, decided to take matters into her own hands. Yet, it was quite awkward for her, as she did not know how to play basketball. To outsiders, Long Aotian's failure seemed inevitable.

At this moment, all of Long Aotian's teammates, except for Long Aotian himself, appeared anxious and uneasy. After all, they were merely students. No matter how skilled they were at basketball or how outstanding they were within the school, the gap compared to professional basketball players was immense. In terms of skills and just looking at their physiques, it was evident.

At this moment, Long Aotian's state is the achievement attained after mastering the heart method. The primordial life force begins to activate, purifying and manifesting into a tangible, controllable power, which in turn stimulates the expansion of potential. Bai Qige felt that the term "primordial life force" was somewhat cumbersome, so he decided to name it "true qi," as it is merely a designation.

Standing atop the basketball court, Bai Qige maintained a calm demeanor. There was no reason for him to be unsettled; after all, cloaked in the guise of the old monk from his dreams, others could not see his true self. In fact, he was quite displeased about being forced to participate in the competition.

The Black man's mouth twitched, and he gasped in pain. More than the physical pain, he could hardly believe that he had been pinned to the ground by an elderly Asian man who looked to be in his eighties or nineties, already with one foot in the grave.

When Bai Qige first crossed over, he thought that by practicing the heart method, he would cultivate true energy, thereby greatly increasing his lethality with every gesture. At that time, he was also worried that as a person from Earth, his meridians might differ from those of the natives of the Middle Earth world, making it impossible for him to master the heart method. However, after truly engaging with the heart methods of the Middle Earth world, he realized how ridiculous the impressions he had formed from martial arts novels were.

In various scenarios, these players have truly pressed the face of the Dragon Ao Tian teammate into the ground and rubbed it vigorously. Despite Dragon Ao Tian's numerous attempts to inspire the team, morale visibly plummeted. Reluctantly, he had to call for a timeout. During the huddle, Dragon Ao Tian did not give up; he proposed a strategy for the entire team to cooperate with him, as he was currently the only one capable of scoring. However, it wasn't long before arguments erupted, with some teammates blaming Dragon Ao Tian for instigating this pointless match, which had turned them all into a laughingstock. They expressed their unwillingness to continue playing.

With a casual movement, a Black player broke through the blockade, effortlessly preparing to drive for a layup. At that moment, the old monk, who had been silently with his hands together, suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a cold and fierce sharpness akin to a blade. With a wave of his large hand, his monk robe fluttered.

Bai Qige expressed great admiration for Long Aotian's performance. In the Middle-earth world, the power system is referred to as martial arts, but this term is merely a name given by Bai Qige in Earth language. In fact, among the indigenous people of Middle-earth, it should be called "Li Ji," which literally means the technique of exerting power. The core of this system is the "Xin Fa," which is of utmost importance to Li Ji.

Everyone's mind was filled with this one thought, but what followed was even more unscientific. The old monk picked up the basketball and clumsily dribbled it, then began to stride forward. His figure resembled that of a cheetah, a wild lion, exuding an extraordinary ferocity and wildness, like a tank charging through. Those black players, who had just regained their senses from their astonishment, hurried to defend, but the old monk broke through single-handedly. Those who made even slight physical contact with him were forcefully knocked aside.