The Bewildering World of Martial Arts

Mount Shaoshi, Songshan: ancient temples loom in solemn rows. The last echoes of the evening bell had yet to fade when an invisible killing intent cut through the air. At the Shaolin Temple training grounds, the monks would normally be finishing their practice and preparing to recite sutras at this hour. Now, not a sound could be heard. Hundreds of monks and a handful of esteemed masters from other sects, invited to witness the event, held their breath and fixed their eyes on the center of the grounds.