Master Lin Tianhao beamed with a smile and said, "Excellent! Excellent!" Upon saying so, the one hundred and eight Arhats faced off against Kanmura Tarou and Yamada. "Ah!" Kanmura Tarou, a first-rate master, roared like a wild wolf, darting wildly and furiously through the Arhats' formation, while Yamada, like a young wolf, proudly displayed his skills under his master's influence. Soon, a large number of younger Arhat disciples fell, and even Master Lin Tianhao was struck hard by a powerful kick from Kanmura Tarou. The Arhats' formation became disordered, and despite the renowned strength of the Shaolin Arhat formation, they were unable to hold off even two Japanese warriors—this was not due to a lack of skill, but rather a failure to coordinate their combined power. As the two Japanese warriors surged toward the breakthrough, a resonant, deep-toned voice echoed through the air. "The Luo Han Array is a pocket array, a mesmerizing one—locking both ends and reinforcing the center, sealing the opening tightly. By employing the Heaven and Earth Iron Wall and working together with unified effort and collective strategy, it will surely prove as solid as a fortress!" Lin Tianhao and his 108 Luo Han disciples turned to listen. Wow! It was Master Gao Liang of the Shaolin Temple offering guidance. Immediately, Lin Tianhao roared at his group of Luo Han disciples, "Quick! Quickly deploy the Heaven and Earth Iron Wall!" Instantly, the 108 Shaolin disciples activated the Heaven and Earth Iron Wall they had practiced regularly, shouting together, "With the Heaven and Earth Iron Wall rising, it becomes as solid as a fortress!" Chuu Murata and Yamada immediately felt a series of golden walls rising before them. When Yamada struck with a powerful palm, the wall not only held firm but actually pushed him back with its counterforce, nearly sending him off balance. Kawamura Tarō knew that this "golden wall" was Shaolin's supreme technique, something not to be underestimated. He immediately employed a delicate, flowing palm technique to strike it, only to find that the "golden wall" could adapt its resilience under external pressure. When his palm was soft, the wall became soft; when his palm was powerful, the wall grew strong. Kawamura had never seen such a "golden wall" before, so he switched to a balanced blend of firmness and softness in his palm force, only to discover that the golden walls themselves harmonized both strength and flexibility. "Ah!" Kawamura exclaimed as the force of the wall rebounded against his palms, striking him with such intensity that he cried out in pain. Mounts was struck precisely by the locking palm of his junior disciple, Lin Tianhao, hitting just at the base of his neck, directly on the temple. Mounts instantly felt his head spin and his mind whirl, his ears ringing with a constant hum. This was not the end—while Mounts was clutching his head, another Shaolin disciple kicked him with a sharp force, the sound of the impact echoing clearly, landing squarely on Mounts' waist, causing him to cry out in sharp Mountain田 was furious and immediately reached for the leg of the Shaolin disciple with a venomous grip. At that moment, Lin Tianhao, quick on his feet, swiftly pushed the Shaolin disciple's leg aside and then seized the opening to deliver a powerful kick to Mountian田's lower body. "Ooh! Ooh! Ah! Ah!" Mountian田's erect penis was burst open, his testicles nearly dropped, and blood streamed down his trousers. With both hands tightly pressed against his groin, he stared in shock, his face contorted with pain. "Victory over the fallen! No mercy! Strike hard!" The Hundred and Eighth Arhats roared in unison. With a sudden "plump," Mountian田 collapsed to his knees and, to the astonishment of Lin Tianhao and the other Shaolin disciples, knelt before him. "Please forgive me! Please forgive me!" he bowed repeatedly, like a person pressing a pestle into dough. Lin Tianhao felt a great sense of relief and pride. Thinking back to Mountian田's arrogant demeanor just a few days ago, he now saw his due retribution—well deserved, for having looked down upon everyone and acted Lin Tianhao gave a subtle signal to a Shaolin disciple, who then swung a powerful palm that struck precisely against Mount田's mouth, knocking out his upper and lower front teeth with a crisp "crash." Blood flowed from Mount田's mouth, and the teeth tumbled to the ground. His face swelled up, yet he dared not retaliate, only crying out in despair for his life. Meanwhile, Kanmura Tarō kept charging and counterattacking, but could not break through this array of one hundred and eight Shaolin Bodhisattvas. Upon seeing his disciple Mount田 taken down, Kanmura's temples flared with rage, his gaze blazing with fury. He roared loudly, then swiftly turned his eyes—ah! There it is! With the strategy of avoiding solid defenses and attacking the weak points, he would specifically target the junctions between the Shaolin Bodhisattvas—the points where one disciple's body connects to another's. Indeed, Kanmura Tarō had succeeded. Thanks to his superior skill—far beyond that of his disciple Yamada—he managed to break through at the junction. The two Shaolin disciples cried out, "Ah!" and collapsed, falling to the ground. It turned out that Kanmura had employed the Divinely Firm Palm Technique, precisely striking the connection point. The two Luo Han disciples, though, lacked sufficient depth in their cultivation, and upon being struck by Kanmura's powerful palm, they gasped and spat out a gush of blood. As our abbot just described, "The Arhat Array is a pocket array, a mesmerizing one—locking both ends and reinforcing the center, sealing the opening tightly. By employing the Heaven and Earth Iron Wall and working together with unified efforts and collective strategy, it will surely prove as solid as gold!" Yet, just one weak point remains to be breached, and the young Shaolin disciples are losing their composure, as several of them have recently been knocked to the ground by Kawa Murata. Lin Tianhao broke into a cold sweat. At that moment, another voice from the sky declared, "The Bottle Array is currently the bottleneck—dispatch sixty-six well-trained disciples to position themselves at the bottle's mouth, forming a seal like a cork, encircling it firmly with iron arms!" Once again, a masterful instruction from the newly appointed abbot, Gao Liang. Lin Tianhao immediately gained energy and signaled his sixty-six well-trained Shaolin Arhat disciples, who now formed thirty-six sharp blades firmly blocking the vulnerable bottleneck. Chuuvamori Tarou had originally thought the battle would be smooth sailing, but now he found himself stuck. He discovered that the thirty-six agile disciples, seamlessly connected, formed an unbroken wall with no gaps or openings to exploit—there was absolutely no room for penetration. When he tried to strike them with his Diamond Mysterious Palm technique, it proved utterly ineffective. Why? Because the thirty-six disciples had concentrated all their strength into a single point, creating an impregnable "Diamond Wall." Interestingly, however, when their energies unified, they generated a powerful force. Chuuvamori Tarou, his eyes flashing with quick insight, swiftly produced an object from his sleeve, accompanied by a misty vapor. "Ah!" the thirty-six disciples exclaimed, immediately yawned. Lin Tianhao also gave a loud yawn, his eyes growing drowsy.