Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 99 Blazing Sun Wheel, Arhat's Kick

Hai Donglai is a man with a very bad reputation.

He originally became famous in Chang'an City, following the custom of dueling among wandering knights.

At that time, among the wandering knights in Chang'an, there were successively people who claimed to be the best in knife skills, sword skills, spear skills, and archery.

Hai Donglai came to each of them, and in the ensuing life-or-death battles, he defeated these leaders one after another with just a red umbrella, thus gaining fame.

At that time, according to the rules of the martial arts world, he could open his own school and teach students, or become a guest of a famous family in Chang'an. Even the Prime Minister's Mansion was interested in recruiting him.

Alternatively, he could choose to join the army and earn merit, hoping to one day lead troops in a region.

These methods were considered respectable and legitimate by people in the martial arts world at the time.

However, Hai Donglai did not choose any of them; he chose to join the Inner Guard.

This organization, which combines espionage, assassination, and surveillance, has always had a bad reputation.

Moreover, Hai Donglai joined the government at the time when the Two-Tax System was being implemented, and the power struggles between the government and the public were extremely fierce.

Wherever Hai Donglai went, local officials and merchants alike would inevitably suffer casualties, and the deaths would be brutal. The rumors were so credible that they could stop children from crying at night.

Rumors gradually spread that his red robe and red umbrella were stained with blood, earning him the infamous reputation of being a "sea of ​​blood."

While fighting against rebels and foreign powers, he also carried out numerous assassinations, succeeding on many occasions.

At a young age, he had already accumulated merits and risen to the rank of Commander of the Right Division of the Inner Guard.

Although the high-ranking officials in the court saw his outstanding achievements, they also felt a sense of unease, knowing that so many heavily guarded people could not save their own lives when facing Hai Donglai.

Several times, officials in the court impeached him for being arrogant and domineering, and even brought up his two nicknames in the martial arts world and on the border.

"Chang'an is headless, the sea flows from the east!"
"The sea of ​​blood surges, the Red Emperor comes from the east!"
Either way, it would be something that would be very taboo for the emperor.

However, the Tang emperor simply laughed off these memorials, and rumors began to circulate in the palace.

Our Great Tang Dynasty has always referred to its emperors as sages. How could a sage be without the capacity to tolerate others? If talented people are stifled because of a nickname in the martial arts world, what will happen if someone in the future receives the honorific title of "emperor" from the common people?

Upon hearing this, the court officials fell silent, because those who called themselves emperors among the common people were mostly scholars and ministers like them.

The term "君" (jun) originally refers to a gentleman, not a king.

But the emperor's deliberate attempt to confuse the situation clearly showed his intention to protect the emperor.

However, after this incident, some self-proclaimed upright officials became even more critical of Hai Donglai, regarding him as a sycophantic lackey and treacherous official.

The rumors, some true and some false, spread far and wide, making Hai Donglai appear to be a cruel, ruthless, and capricious villain who was also highly trusted by the emperor.

Even with so many rumors circulating.

Of all his titles, the reputation of "Number One Martial Artist of the Tang Dynasty" remains the most dazzling.

Dao Baishu was quite reserved about the Inner Guard and didn't like to talk about these things, only briefly mentioning the title of the Inner Guard Commander.

However, after seeing this battlefield, Chu Tianshu could vaguely understand what kind of person that was.

Hai Donglai was not originally part of the delegation; he was traveling alone. By the time he arrived, the entire delegation had already perished.

Faced with dozens of formidable opponents of unknown strength, he never considered relying on the complex terrain of the jungle to secretly track, harass, and gradually eliminate them.

Instead, they chose to charge straight ahead in the most brutal way.

The earliest corpses had their torsos and limbs broken off, showing how severe his attack was.

Looking at the wound on the Tang Dynasty envoy's chest, it should have been caused by the old monk's palm.

If the envoy died by having his heart pierced, then the old monk also died by having his heart ripped out.

"What a fierce and proud person!"

Chu Tianshu glanced back at the battlefield, his heart filled with longing.

Who among martial arts practitioners wouldn't want to meet a master with such an air of authority?

However, Hai Donglai was probably seriously injured in this battle.

He was disturbed by the power of dozens of military spirits, and the extent to which his mental and physical strength was exhausted is self-evident.

Finally, they would face the old monk embedded in the tree, who was also an extraordinary figure.

If Hai Donglai can handle enemies of this caliber without much trouble, then he could simply go to the Tibetan capital and seize an opportunity to snatch the head off the Tibetan ruler.

They'll take a head off every time they change masters; they're not afraid the other side won't surrender.

"Wait, something's not right here..."

Chu Tianshu's mind was mostly focused on analyzing the battlefield and speculating on Hai Donglai's battle process.

When he turned around, although he didn't see the body of the Tang envoy, the scene flashed through his mind.

He immediately spotted a problem with it.

After the old monk died, the blood splattered from his chest was almost identical to the blood that flowed from the Tang Dynasty envoy.

That's the problem.

Look at this old monk. He was smashed into the trunk of a big tree, but apart from the fatal wound, there was no sign of any damage to his muscles, bones, skin, or flesh. This shows how strong his body was when he was alive.

The blood that gushed out after such a person died should have been significantly more abundant and thicker than the blood that flowed from the Tang Dynasty envoy.

Chu Tianshu's gaze focused on the old monk's wound.

There was a hole, but the thick bloodstains and shadows made it impossible to see the "tree bark" behind the wound.

Just as Chu Tianshu glanced over and felt hostility, the "thing" behind the wound seemed to sense something.

"Get away!!"

Chu Tianshu shouted and dodged to the side, already more than two zhang away.

The others, alerted, also avoided the position where the corpse was facing without hesitation.

They all kept a sufficient distance from each other, avoiding the direction from which they were most likely to be attacked.

If it were some kind of hidden weapon, it shouldn't have any effect on them.

But that was light!
Strong light! Translucent light!

The incandescent white light was far brighter than the morning sunlight in the forest.

Even though no one was directly in the light, they were still engulfed by it.

They instinctively closed their eyes, and some even turned their heads and raised their hands to block the light.

But that light seemed to have a unique penetrating power, shining directly through their clothes and landing on their bodies and eyes.

Everyone felt a sudden white light followed by black, their eyes aching and they couldn't see anything.

There is also a feeling of dizziness, as if the directions around you are shaking and turning upside down, making it impossible to recall the original location of the scenery.

They naturally couldn't know that the light source was actually just a fleeting flash.

Just after the flash of bright light, the old monk's eyes twitched, and he took a step forward, having already detached himself from the tree.

There were dents, bloodstains, and a golden disc about a foot in diameter on the tree trunk.

The disc was clearly deformed, suggesting that it was hit on the tree first, and then the old monk was hit on the tree trunk.

hum! !

The disc suddenly spun, detached itself from the tree trunk, flipped in mid-air, revealing a pearl-shaped handle on its back.

The old monk reached back and grabbed the handle.

Just then, a shadow appeared in front of the old monk, almost touching the ground.

The Tang sword was drawn, and the sound of the wind was like tearing silk.

A single, precise strike aimed at the old monk's knee.

That's Cheng the Blind. He's blind to begin with, so of course he doesn't care about the bright light.

But as he slashed out, the old monk lifted his right foot as if by magic.

The toe of the foot actually kicked the blind man's hand.

The speed at which someone could lift their foot was almost the same as the speed at which someone could draw their sword. Cheng the Blind Man's heart clenched; he knew that this person's strength training methods in his lifetime must have been incredibly advanced.

Therefore, although the body dies, the muscles and bones do not decay.

Even when controlled by the soul of the soldier, he was still able to exert such strength!
His attack was thwarted, his wrist was kicked to the side, but he twisted his palm.

The blade, which had been slashing horizontally, was propelled upwards by a flick and twist of the wrist.

The Tang sword has a straight blade, which naturally allows for many piercing techniques.

A blind man's piercing is enough to penetrate an iron plate only an inch thick.

The Listening Wind Blade seemed to chase after the gaps in the wind, and after piercing through, the blade remained perfectly straight.

when! ! !
This strike collided precisely with the golden disc that the old monk had slammed down.

The old monk landed on his right foot and slammed his right hand down, generating a powerful force that coordinated the upper and lower body.

The disc pressed down so hard that the long knife bent, almost like a bow.

Taking advantage of the situation, the blind man retreated quickly, the tip of his knife touching the ground in front of him, but his hand couldn't help but tremble.

A wisp of smoke rose from the web of his hand where he gripped the knife, and obvious blisters appeared on the back of his hand.

That disc was none other than the Blazing Sun Wheel, a blood-forged divine weapon of the Tibetan Empire!
The wielder had already made a name for himself forty years ago; the power of his weapon spirit was known as "Bright Light and Exhausting Flames."

Legend has it that wherever the light shines, flames will already touch it.

A single ray of light from the wheel can cause dozens of people to burn to death.

Cheng the Blind Man didn't feel himself being burned, but he felt his knife had turned into a red-hot branding iron.

He sensed something was wrong and forced his grip on the knife handle, but he couldn't stop the burn marks on his hands.

This tremor was a huge opening, but the old monk was unable to catch up with him.

Because a ferocious figure suddenly attacked from the side.

At a distance of two zhang, Chu Tianshu only needed to sway his body to dodge to the side.

Now he's sprinting back, so fast it's like the ground shakes and he's there in an instant.

The old monk's deathly white eyes twitched slightly. He bent his left hand and blocked with a horizontal arm, while his right long arm swung, slicing the golden disc across.

Bang! Crash!
Chu Tianshu didn't even draw his sword before unleashing two punches.

A punch landed squarely on the old monk's left arm, causing his entire burly body to shudder, his feet sinking deep to the side, and his center of gravity shifting.

The right arm that was swinging the disc was also affected, its trajectory changed, and its speed decreased.

Chu Tianshu's other hand delivered a punch from below, striking the center of the disc.

The disc was blasted high into the air.

Chu Tianshu's face was exposed, his eyes were red at the corners and rims, but he kept his eyes open.

He hid in a good spot, so the strong light had little effect on him.

Moreover, since he achieved the great success of "eating to become an immortal", his internal organs have become stronger and his eyesight has also increased day by day.

The bright light hurt his eyes, but it wasn't enough to cause temporary blindness.

But as soon as his hand touched the disc, his eyes closed.

Sure enough, the raised disc flashed with intense light once again.

Chu Tianshu possessed the ability to perceive, but when facing a master, he felt that abandoning his vision was not enough.

He had just caught a glimpse of the old monk in close proximity, and all the details and signs from that moment remained in his mind.

For the time being, closing your eyes is no longer a problem!
As the golden disc flashed, the old monk's foot shot out like a phantom.

Chu Tianshu's foot intercepted at that moment, his sole striking the shinbone.

At the moment of impact, Chu Tianshu's foot tightened its grip using the arch of his foot, preventing an instant rebound and allowing for a brief moment of contact.

He took the opportunity to rub his foot down, the sole of his shoe tearing through the old monk's trouser leg, and his foot slammed heavily onto the old monk's instep.

The art of boxing places great emphasis on the skill of stomping, which can be done by stomping one's own foot on the ground or by stomping on someone else's foot.

Even if the other person's feet aren't on the ground, you can still stomp.

Breaking through the Shaolin boxing stances, even the Arhats are covered in moss!
Shaolin monks integrate kung fu into their daily lives. Cooking and cleaning are all ways to practice kung fu. Even wiping moss off the base of a wall with the soles of one's feet is a way to train one's strength.

With Chu Tianshu's skill, this kick could not only remove the moss, but also remove a layer of powder from the stone wall.

With a rub and a smash, the old monk's foot was cracked and sank into the ground.

The strength in my calf dissipated during that rubbing, leaving it red and swollen.

Chu Tianshu took the opportunity to kick and break the unsuspecting shinbone.

The old monk bent one leg backward, his body suddenly tilted to the side, and the disc in his hand stood upright, as if cleaving down with a large axe.

But he was missing both his heart and his legs, and his whole body was out of balance.

This hasty swing of his arm, relying solely on arm strength, was firmly clamped down by Chu Tianshu's two palms.

Clang! !

The instant the disc stopped rotating, Chu Tianshu's right foot had already kicked the old monk's shoulder.

The kick was so powerful it was like thunder, and the sole of the shoe exploded with a bang.

A palm thunderbolt generated by the sole of the foot.

The old monk's shoulder joint was broken by the kick, and his flesh was torn apart.

The scarlet blood flowers bloomed like red lotuses.

The arm that was gripping the golden disc had completely detached from the old monk's body.

Chu Tianshu's leg shadow didn't touch the ground; it swayed again and kicked the old monk's collarbone.

Boom! !

The old monk's body crashed back into the dent in the tree trunk.

Given the current state of the corpse's condition, even if some evil weapon were to encounter it and be manipulated by the Wild Soldier's Soul, it would be useless.

Chu Tianshu withdrew his feet, and his hands, which were holding the golden roulette wheel, began to emit wisps of green smoke.

"It's just an illusion!"

Chu Tianshu opened his eyes wide, increased the force in his hand, grabbed the disc with one hand, and ripped off the severed arm.

Then, as if bending a piece of sheet metal, he bent it with both hands, pressed it inward, and violently deformed the golden disc.

The light is real, but the heat is fake.

The golden disc didn't have that terrible heat at all.

Otherwise, if the old monk were to fight Hai Donglai, the leaves of the surrounding trees would inevitably curl and wither.

This heat is essentially a kind of illusion, using real, intense light as the catalyst for the illusion.

If the enemy cannot see through this illusion, they will actually suffer burns from being burned by flames.

Crunch!

A piercing metallic sound emanated from Chu Tianshu's hand as he gradually folded the foot-sized golden disc into a fist-sized lump of scrap iron.

Even in the cracks of the scrap metal, something still tries to gleam and generate heat.

"You've only just become a wild soldier's spirit, yet you're so tenacious. Your master's blood is truly a great tonic for you."

Chu Tianshu looked down and clapped his hands together in front of his chest, producing a dull thud.

The golden scrap metal was smashed into a thick, flat disc by his hands.

The evil spirit within finally dissipated, releasing a wisp of red smoke.

(End of this chapter)