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Chapter 267 This isn't a martial arts tournament, it's a Shaolin sect suicide tournament!
With a flick of his wrists, the Golden Wheel Dharma King unleashed all five wheels.

As the five wheels spun, a strong wind howled and the airflow exploded, aiming straight for Roger's vital points.

But what about Roger?

He just kept throwing punches.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple punch.

"boom!"

The Golden Wheel Monk was sent flying backward, crashing through the wall of the Wan'an Temple Pagoda, and his fall was incredibly violent.

Hearing the commotion, everyone inside the tower looked up:
"Wow, has an earth dragon turned over?"

"No, it's that the Mongol Yuan masters were beaten to a pulp."

The Golden Wheel Monk finally crawled out of the ruins, his face covered in dust, blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes filled with confusion.

He stared at Roger, his voice trembling:
What kind of martial art do you use, benefactor?

"So fierce and terrifying?"

Roger looked at him and laughed, "Just randomly hitting things."

Golden Wheel Monk: "???"

"What did you say?"

Roger shrugged: "No need for any rules, just throw punches as you please."

"As long as you are fast and strong enough, even an ordinary punch can be blocked by anyone."

The Golden Wheel Monk frowned, his face filled with disbelief:
"Impossible! All martial arts in the world have their own principles!"

"How could you possibly defeat my combined attack of five rounds with a single punch?"

Roger smiled slightly upon hearing this:
"Little monk, you are too obsessed with martial arts."

"Then let me ask you, if someone can destroy a mountain with a single punch, even if they don't know martial arts, who could stop them?"

The Golden Wheel Monk sneered, "Where in the world is there such a person?"

"Even Zhang Zhenren of Wudang could not do this."

"Even if one cultivates the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to perfection and has ten dragons and ten elephants on their body, it is still far from enough."

Roger listened and said no more.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Then, he threw a punch out of thin air!
"boom!"

The Golden Wheel Monk quickly activated his protective inner energy, preparing to take the blow head-on.

But the next moment, he found that he was completely unharmed.

Instead, a deafening roar came from behind them.

He turned around abruptly and saw that the entire Wan'an Temple, with its towering pagoda and temple complex, had collapsed under the aftershock of that punch!

Not only the tower, but the entire sky and clouds were torn in two.

The high mountains beyond the capital city in the distance also collapsed and shattered in that instant.

It was a devastating earthquake; the landscape turned pale, and the weather changed dramatically!
Upon seeing this, Azi was so frightened that she covered her ears: "Brother-in-law, didn't you use a little too much force?"

Roger said calmly, "I just want him to understand a principle."

"As long as your fist is strong, all other moves are useless."

The Golden Wheel Monk stood there, his eyes wide open, his face filled with shock and bewilderment.

He muttered to himself, "Is this even human?"

The members of the five major sects were also stunned on the spot.

Song Yuanqiao muttered to himself, "Is this martial arts? Or a magical technique?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes were filled with shock and longing.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yue Buqun began to give a lecture to the disciples of the Huashan Sect:
"Look, this is the ultimate manifestation of profound internal strength!"

"I told you this long ago."

"The reason why our Qi Sect won the sword qi contest back then was because of our profound internal strength foundation."

"Now, Master Luo's punch may seem to have no rules, but in fact, it has condensed his internal energy to the extreme."

"This is the legendary 'no moves are the best moves'!"

The disciples nodded repeatedly, all agreeing:

"Master is right."

"So practicing internal energy really is better than practicing swordsmanship."

Roger, upon hearing this, simply wanted to complain.

The idea that "no move is better than any move" is true wisdom.

I just managed to pull off a miracle through sheer force.

At this moment, Yue Lingshan asked innocently:

"Dad, can you smash a mountain with one punch?"

Yue Buqun: "..."

He got stuck in the clam.

This daughter is no longer safe. Yue Buqun coughed twice, his tone serious:

"Your father is still diligently cultivating himself."

Soon, Roger led the group out of the ruins of Wan'an Temple.

As Zhao Min watched Roger and his group leave without looking back, a nameless anger rose within her.

She couldn't help but ask loudly, "Is this all we're going to do?"

Roger simply smiled faintly, his tone flippant:

"Princess, did you enjoy being kidnapped by me?"

"A bit of a masochistic tendency?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min's face instantly turned bright red, and she glared at him through gritted teeth.

"You scoundrel!"

Upon seeing this, Azi immediately jumped in to add insult to injury: "You shameless little hussy, you really have designs on my brother-in-law!"

Zhao Min was furious and wanted nothing more than to rush up and beat her up.

But she finally endured it.

Because she knew that if she really got physical, she would likely get a severe beating.

Meanwhile, members of the five factions stepped forward to thank Roger.

Song Yuanqiao clasped his hands in a respectful gesture: "Thanks to Hero Luo's intervention, otherwise we would probably not have escaped this calamity."

Yue Buqun also revealed a sincere smile: "Hero Luo's righteous act is truly a blessing to the martial arts world."

Although Abbess Miejue was not one to smile, she nodded in acknowledgment: "What Hero Luo has done is truly admirable."

Roger waved his hand dismissively, saying, "No need to thank me."

Just then, Roger suddenly seemed to remember something and asked:
"Gentlemen, do you have a moment?"

Everyone was stunned.

Abbess Miejue frowned and asked, "Does Master Luo have something else to discuss?"

Roger nodded: "I would like to visit Shaolin Temple, and I hope you will come with me."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at the group from Shaolin.

Kongzhi was preparing to adjust his breathing and recover when he heard this, and his brows immediately furrowed into a deep frown.

Visiting Shaolin Temple?
They also invited the other five major factions.

Kongzhi strongly suspects that Roger is plotting something.

But he didn't show it, he just nodded slightly:
"Shaolin has no objection."

"Of course, fellow practitioners are welcome."

Then, he tentatively asked:
"I wonder why Benefactor Luo has summoned all the sects to go together?"

Roger smiled, his tone leisurely:

"Now the Han people live in a corner of the country, while the Tartars run rampant in the north."

"I wish to gather heroes to discuss how to expel the Tartars and reclaim our land."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned solemn.

They secretly guessed:

It turned out to be the case.

He wants to become the leader of the martial arts world!

The moment this idea was conceived, it ignited a burning passion in the hearts of all the sect leaders.

After all, Roger's strength was ridiculously powerful.

He fought the Ming Cult alone on Bright Peak and was not defeated.

He even shattered a pagoda and broke a mountain with a single punch at Wan'an Temple.

A person like that is unfit to be the leader of an alliance.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the emperor of the martial arts world!
Yue Buqun was the first to speak: "This matter is too big; the six major sects alone are not enough."

Abbess Miejue nodded in agreement: "We should gather heroes from all over the world to participate in this grand undertaking."

Roger nodded in satisfaction: "Then I'll trouble you all to go back and inform your disciples that we will all gather at Mount Song in a month."

The group exchanged glances and then clasped their hands in response:

"As ordered!"

Kongzhi was very happy at this moment.

After all, even if Roger is the main character, there are still many benefits to holding such a grand event at their Shaolin Temple.

But what he didn't know was that Roger had no intention of becoming the leader of the martial arts world.

They simply wanted to torture Xuanci and Shaolin.

He originally only wanted the other five sects to know about Xuan Ci's dark history, but he didn't expect that now the entire martial arts world would know that the Shaolin abbot had a mistress.

This isn't a martial arts tournament; it's a Shaolin Temple suicide tournament.

(End of this chapter)