Chapter 6

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Chapter 6: The Wise Monk Who Excels at Kung Fu Basketball

The arrogant young noble man swaggered, looking down on Long Aotian with a sense of superiority. Anger flashed across Long Aotian’s face, "You are shameless, but don’t think you can defeat me this way! I, Long Aotian, will never fail!"

"Hmph, I hope you can still be so arrogant later!" The young man sneered and walked away, not bothering to say more to Long Aotian, who he saw as no different from a spoiled child.

At this moment, Long Aotian’s teammates, apart from Long Aotian himself, all looked uneasy. After all, they were just students. Despite their skills in basketball and their excellence in school, the gap with professional basketball players was significant, not only in terms of technique but also in physical abilities.

With determination in his eyes, Long Aotian discussed briefly with his basketball club members. Feeling helpless, they lined up and waited for what seemed like a grim fate. Unexpectedly, when the whistle blew, Long Aotian grabbed the ball first, dribbled swiftly down the court like lightning. The relaxed and careless opponents were caught off guard as Long Aotian invaded the rebounding zone, evading a nearby player and smoothly scoring a basket.

Facing off against professional basketball players, Long Aotian scored two points right away. The spectators were amazed, and even the team’s morale changed. The students looked at the opponents doubtfully, wondering if they were just extras hired by the rich young man to intimidate them and not actual professional players.

Unable to hide his embarrassment, the rich young man immediately spoke to his teammates, urging them to focus.

"Truly a genius! After mastering the Basic Heart Sutra, within just three days, his physical abilities have already improved by at least thirty percent! If combined with True Qi, he could become a mini superhero in no time!"

Impressed by Long Aotian’s performance, Bai Qige admired him. In the world of Middle-earth, the power system was based on martial arts, but this term was only coined by Bai Qige in the language of Earth. In reality, the natives of Middle-earth referred to it as "power techniques," which focused on mastering the skills of unleashing one’s strength. The Heart Sutra was considered the cornerstone of these power techniques.

The Heart Sutra is the core of strength techniques, it is the source of power. Without a good Heart Sutra, all strength techniques are just rubbish. Once you have mastered the Heart Sutra, even at a basic level, the changes it brings are tremendous.

When Bai Qige first crossed over, he thought that practicing the Heart Sutra would help him cultivate True Qi, and enhance his combat abilities. At that time, he worried that as an Earthling, his meridians might be different from the natives of Middle-earth World. However, after encountering the Heart Sutra of Middle-earth World, he realized how silly his impressions from martial arts novels were.

You don’t need special conditions or meridians to practice the Heart Sutra. As long as you are a living being, you can practice it. The Heart Sutra refines your life force, purifies your essence of life, manifests it, nurtures it constantly, fully unlocks your potential, achieving what others cannot.

Long Aotian, at this moment, has achieved mastery of the Heart Sutra. His life force is becoming active, purified and manifested as a controllable power. This in turn stimulates the expansion of his potential. Bai Qige found the term "life force" a bit cumbersome, so he named it True Qi, just as a nickname.

His physical abilities skyrocket, all aspects of his body’s qualities improve dramatically, unleashing his hidden potentials. This is the most basic benefit of mastering the Heart Sutra. By channeling True Qi, many mystical abilities can be achieved. Even though Long Aotian is still a beginner, with his East Asian physique, he can already match the physical qualities of tall Black athletes.

However, basketball is not a game for one person alone. Long Aotian’s improved physical abilities from mastering the Basic Heart Sutra can only close the genetic gap between him and these professional players. His teammates lack this capability, when the black basketball players get serious, Long Aotian can still perform decently, but his teammates are outclassed.

How much are they outclassed? Whenever a teammate gets the ball, it’s quickly snatched away, they try to enter the scoring zone but a dark hand sweeps in like a giant frying pan, forcefully knocking the player and the ball down.

When it’s the Black players’ turn to dribble, it’s like adults playing with children, lots of tricks. Face to face dribbling, a behind-the-back trick steals the ball, then they pretend to dribble while Long Aotian’s teammates nervously guard. After a while, the Black player stops pretending, whistles and walks away, causing laughter but also embarrassment, nervousness, frustration, and imbalanced mindset for the others.

The Black players seem to rub Long Aotian’s teammates’ faces on the ground, mentally exhausting them. Despite Long Aotian’s encouragement, their morale visibly drops. They have no choice but to call for a timeout to regroup. During the discussion, Long Aotian doesn’t give up, suggesting that the whole team coordinates with him because he is the only one capable of scoring at the moment. However, an argument breaks out, some teammates blame Long Aotian for causing this pointless match, making them all look like fools, and decide they don’t want to continue playing.

All young people with strong personalities, a quarrel that couldn’t be stopped broke out quickly. Two of them left in a moment, even openly said they would quit the basketball club. At that moment, the arrogant young man walked over with a smug look on his face, said to a frustrated Long Aotian, "Do you think they left just because they argued with you? I paid them a lot of money to leave. When they turn back, they will come to join my basketball club that I set up. You, a poor guy, let me tell you, in this era, being handsome is not enough, you need money! You need power. You can’t even put together a team of five players now, so you better give up."

"Is having money and power really that great? I don’t care about it. I’ll help Long Aotian!" Tang Jiaorong, the other protagonist in this bet, walked over with a disdainful look on her face, said to the arrogant young man. The young man was somewhat angry but helpless. However, he then turned smug again, "Even with Jiaorong helping you, you can only have four people at most. Do you have any other helpers? Don’t expect those substitute players in your club. I’ve bought them all. These three people around you are your last helpers. Or are you planning to rely on your charm and find a helper among the audience now? Haha, I’ll wait and see!"

Long Aotian felt furious. He seemed to be unable to control his impulse to fight the arrogant young man. But just then, a big hand patted Long Aotian’s shoulder heavily, and an old voice came:

"My disciple, never forget, I am behind you!"

Long Aotian stiffened instantly, then slowly turned his head around and saw a kind-faced, robed figure, resembling a monk – Monk Wet Dream. At that moment, the imposing and unmatched muscular nightmare surged into Long Aotian’s heart again, leaving him speechless.

"How…how did you appear here?"

"When my disciple is in trouble, I naturally follow closely. If not, how could I rescue you in time? Do you still need one more player for your team? I can be the substitute!"

"Aotian, you actually know this old monk?" Tang Jiaorong looked at Long Aotian strangely, while Long Aotian had a look of reluctance to revisit the past. At that moment, the audience around noticed the unexpected appearance of Monk Wet Dream and started discussing loudly.

Every wrinkle on Monk Wet Dream’s appearance perfectly matched everyone’s imagination of an eminent monk. But this presence was not staying in deep mountains and forests, instead appearing at the school and seemingly chatting with Long Aotian, which naturally surprised people and led to discussions.

"Haha, even the old monk was invited out! Long Aotian, is this your grandpa? Haha, that’s so funny! Long Aotian, please don’t let him play, I beg you, or he might hurt his back just by taking a few steps. I won’t pay for medical bills, haha!" The spoiled young man laughed loudly, while Long Aotian gritted his teeth. With no one else to turn to, he reluctantly agreed to Monk Wet Dream’s challenge.

Standing on the basketball court, Bai Qige looked calm. Wearing the disguise of Monk Wet Dream, no one could see his true face. He was not happy about being forced to compete.

Bai Qige thought it would be a simple competition among kids. Long Aotian had trained hard and improved his skills, but he didn’t expect the spoiled young man to be so shameless. He had managed to gather a team of professional basketball players, all muscular and strong.

The spoiled young man had even bribed Long Aotian’s teammates, causing chaos and division. It seemed like Long Aotian was destined to fail, and Bai Qige’s efforts with Basic Heart Sutra were about to go to waste.

Unable to accept defeat, Bai Qige transformed himself and stepped onto the court to help Long Aotian, trying to turn the tide of the game.

A kind and elderly monk stood on the modern basketball court, looking out of place but unperturbed by the noise around him. He remained silent and still, like he was in deep meditation.

Long Aotian had no expectations for the old monk, and Tang Jiaorong, fueled by determination, joined the game even though she didn’t know how to play basketball. It seemed like Long Aotian’s failure was inevitable in the eyes of others.

"Hey, don’t underestimate him. Maybe this old man knows some tricks?"

"Haha, an old kung fu master playing basketball? York, I have to admit your jokes are funny. Maybe you should pitch this idea to Hollywood and make some money!"

The game restarted, and a few black people ran over with the ball, laughing. To them, the game had turned into a complete joke and game.

Suddenly, a black person broke through the defense easily, preparing to shoot the ball into the hoop. At this moment, the old monk who had been silent all this while suddenly opened his eyes wide with a sharp and fierce look. He waved his hand, and his monk robe fluttered.

"Feel the power of my Great Strength Diamond Palm!"

With the agility and fierceness of a leopard pouncing on its prey, the elderly figure vanished from the spot in an instant and reappeared in front of the black person. With his right hand held high, he fiercely slapped down. The black person and the ball were pressed to the ground with a loud thud echoing through the entire stadium. The audience stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

The black person’s mouth moved, gasping in pain. More than the physical pain, he couldn’t believe that he had been slapped to the ground by an old man who seemed to be in his eighties, nineties, or even on the brink of passing away.

This doesn’t make sense!

Everyone’s mind was filled with this thought, but even more unbelievable things followed. The old monk grabbed the basketball clumsily and started to dribble, then took steps. His figure, like a leopard, like a wild lion, exuded extreme fierceness and wildness, like a rampaging tank. The black people who had snapped out of their confusion tried to defend, but were all pushed aside as the old monk broke through single-handedly.

Mugang Xian couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Although he was a student, he had a deep love for basketball. He had been honing his physique and skills for years, confident that with more practice, he could even become a professional player. Because of his passion and hard work, he had become the vice president of the basketball club founded by Long Aotian. Due to his love for basketball, he had refused the temptation of a playboy. He was even excited about this unexpected match with a professional player because it was a valuable challenge, win or lose.

But everything he saw completely overturned his preconceived notions about basketball. The old body turned into a wild running leopard, the frail body became an unstoppable steel war machine. And the next scene left him completely stunned – the old monk actually jumped up with the ball at the three-point line, with his robe fluttering and his shiny bald head glaring.

The flying old monk became a shared and unforgettable memory for everyone in the field.

Bang! The basketball hoop made a loud noise as the old monk successfully completed a legendary three-point line dunk, leaving everyone stunned and speechless.

"Amitabha Buddha, to be honest, this old monk is actually very strong at playing basketball!" With a kind face and compassionate eyes, he chanted Buddhist mantras, but beneath his exterior, the old monk hid a disdainful smirk.

Long Aotian has achieved the first level of the Basic Heart Sutra, and his physical fitness has greatly improved. He can now compete head-on with these tall and muscular black professional athletes. Bai Qige, who has practiced for a longer time, has already reached the second level of the Basic Heart Sutra. How could he be worse than Long Aotian? In terms of physical fitness, Bai Qige has surpassed most humans.

Surpassing ordinary people, even professional players, in dynamic visual acuity, reaction speed, and extraordinary physique, these three qualities combined create an unbeatable strength. As a result, the tables have turned completely, and now it is the black professional basketball players who feel nervous, confused, and incredulous!

No one can hold onto the ball longer in front of the old monk, and no one can score against him. His defense is like an iron wall, and his offense is like a collapsing mountain. The old monk runs across the court without even catching his breath, quickly crushing the score to the point where the black players feel defeated.

They could not believe that they were actually defeated by an old man!

The basketball game came to an end amidst the astonished and frantic looks of everyone. The five black players looked completely defeated and will probably never play basketball again in their lives. Next up is the showdown between Long Aotian and the young master. Of course, the dandy young master will not step onto the court personally; instead, one of his bodyguards will. Skilled in martial arts, the bodyguard confronts Long Aotian confidently, but Long Aotian is fearless, engaging in a balanced and strategic fight.

Bai Qige glanced over and couldn’t predict the outcome, but he had a way to ensure a hundred percent victory for Long Aotian. Quietly, he walked over to the nervous young master, who looked worried.

"Don’t worry, young one. Although I am Long Aotian’s master, I am not so petty to be jealous of my apprentice. I just want to help resolve any conflicts between you both. Remember, it’s better to make peace than to hold grudges. You have a long way ahead of you!"

Faced with this wise and powerful person, even the most arrogant young man had to be cautious. Though he tried to sound serious, he couldn’t help but show his frustration, "What if I say no?"

The old monk smiled kindly and took out a fruit knife from his pocket. He stabbed himself in the stomach a few times, making a loud metal clanging sound, "Weapons cannot harm me!"

Then, he grabbed the knife and with a simple twist, turned it into a clump of twisted metal, "I can reshape metal with my hands!"

Suddenly, the old monk’s voice grew cold and threatening, "Don’t force me to come to your door in the middle of the night and deal with you, you fool!"