Chapter 540: Remnant Corpse

Bodhidharma.

Or rather, Venerable Bodhidharma.

The founder of Shaolin, the first patriarch of Zen, a master of the martial arts. The most brilliant and talented figure since martial arts were introduced to the *Jianghu*, and also the only one publicly recognized in the world as having the possibility of having achieved the Six-Path Unification, crossing beyond the Heaven-Man Realm.

For a thousand years, heroes of the world have been like crucian carp crossing the river, but besides Master Zhang Sanfeng, no one else has been able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Now, this legendary figure appeared before Li Miao—albeit in this blasphemous manner.

At just one glance, Li Miao confirmed his identity.

Not just because of his appearance.

Across a distance of ten *zhang*, Li Miao could feel the power of this corpse, even greater than Zheng Anqi Sheng in his prime. Even though it had been dead and built into a statue for a thousand years, its tendons, bones, and *Qi* and blood were still far superior to Li Miao's.

This was an opponent that required risking one's life to win.

*Boom! *

Li Miao instantly rushed before the remnant corpse of Bodhidharma, his black hair turning white in an instant, his right fist pulling back sharply, his whole body like a fully drawn bow, a series of crisp sounds coming from his body—and then he struck out slowly.

This punch was extremely slow.

Like a child practicing boxing, or an old man hoeing the ground.

But as this punch struck out, the air gradually twisted. The *Qi* and blood steaming from Li Miao's body actually made the air hazy. The fist tip shifted bit by bit until it reached the chest of Bodhidharma's remnant corpse.

*Hum—*

A loud sound like a giant bell being struck rang out.

The clothes on the chest of Bodhidharma's remnant corpse shattered and flew away, revealing the golden skin underneath. Struck head-on by Li Miao's full-force punch, the skin only slightly indented, with no other trace left.

"Ha! Vajra Indestructibility!"

"To be able to see Patriarch Bodhidharma personally perform the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques, besides me, who else in the world could have this honor—come again!"

Li Miao laughed loudly, changing his fist into a finger, pointing at the wound on the chest of Bodhidharma's remnant corpse.

Although he held respect for Venerable Bodhidharma himself, he would not be pedantic. Martial arts competition is about using every possible means, and even in the techniques passed down by Venerable Bodhidharma himself, there is no lack of underhanded moves like the "crotch-kicking leg"—or rather, defeating him by any means necessary was the only way Li Miao could express his respect for this martial arts patriarch!

Legend has it that Venerable Bodhidharma had achieved a flawless golden body, and Li Miao had just verified this point; even taking his punch without any defense, he was unscathed. Then this wound was the opportunity to win!

His finger hooked toward the wound.

Li Miao stared fixedly at the movements of Bodhidharma's remnant corpse.

"Still not moving?"

From walking out of the shrine to now, Bodhidharma's remnant corpse had not made a single move, and even now, it had no intention of blocking Li Miao from touching the wound on its chest.

It was as if... it had turned back into a corpse.

Seeing that Li Miao's finger had already touched the edge of the wound, as long as he reached in, twisted, and grabbed, and stirred up the protective *Qi* inside the body, even if Bodhidharma himself came, he would have to suffer.

"Could it be that this corpse has been sealed for a thousand years, and the means left by the person who killed Venerable Bodhidharma back then have expired?"

Li Miao's thoughts flashed, and his finger reached into the wound.

But the next instant—*boom*.

An extremely short, sharp sound.

Li Miao only felt a chill in his chest, and the protective *Qi* he had set up in front shattered instantly. Then, for the first time, he understood the feeling of Zheng Anqi, who had been beaten by him until he flew around in the sky back then.

*Boom! *

Li Miao smashed into the *torii* gate, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The massive *torii* gate, several *zhang* high, collapsed behind him with a roar.

Li Miao stood up abruptly, and as soon as he stood steady, he coughed again. He reached out to touch his chest and felt a fist print an inch deep, which had almost reached his internal organs.

"Damn, Arhat Fist."

Li Miao spat the stagnant blood onto the ground.

"Is the foundational Shaolin boxing technique actually this sharp?"

The solidified protective *Qi* flowed into the wound, mending the broken bones, filling the void, and pouring into his limbs and bones along the texture of the muscles. ===== CHAPTER 541 =====