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Chapter 272 Murong Bo's Barbecue Party
The blade was about to veer off course.

Roger gave a soft hum.

The dagger suddenly changed direction again, ignoring the force of the attack, and slashed directly at Xuan Ci.

"Puch!"

Xuan Ci's head was almost separated from his body, and blood gushed out, splattering onto the bluestone slabs of Shaolin Temple.

The abbot, a man of great stature, has thus perished.

The whole place was dead silent.

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to move.

But while everyone was still in shock...

A gaunt old monk, dressed in a coarse robe and holding a broom, walked up to the crowd.

His expression was one of sorrow, and he softly recited a line:
"Amitabha."

The sweeping monk looked at Xuanci's corpse, a look of pity on his face, and sighed softly:
“Benefactor Luo, why bother?”

Roger sneered, "Xuanci willingly went to his death, and you tried to stop him. What are your intentions?"

Upon hearing this, the sweeping monk was not angry, but simply shook his head gently: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

"Rather than die, it is better to live and recite the Rebirth Mantra for those dead infants."

Upon hearing this, Roger couldn't help but laugh: "What's the use of pretending to chant 'Amitabha' when the person is already dead?"

"If I had known this would happen, why didn't I kill Ye Erniang back then?"

The sweeping monk simply said, "Life and death are preordained, and cause and effect are predetermined."

Roger laughed and said, "That's why you let Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo steal the scriptures."

"If you had acted sooner, none of this would have turned out this way."

The sweeping monk frowned slightly:
"Then, according to Benefactor Yiluo's insightful opinion, what should we do?"

Roger smiled, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes:
"It's just a matter of paying for murder with one's life."

The sweeping monk nodded slightly: "Then according to this logic, both Benefactor Xiao and Benefactor Murong should die."

Roger waved his hand: "Xiao Yuanshan hasn't had a chance to do anything evil yet. He only stole your scriptures, which doesn't warrant death."

As for Murong Bo.

"Descendants of the Xianbei, obsessed with restoring their kingdom."

"He who stirs up trouble in the martial world will surely die."

The sweeping monk looked at Roger and said, "If you kill Murong Bo, his son Murong Fu will seek revenge on you."

"This feud will continue indefinitely."

Roger scoffed, "If Murong Fu comes looking for revenge, I'll just kill him."

"What's this entanglement?"

Upon hearing this, the sweeping monk sighed sadly, "Benefactor, you are controlled by murderous intent. Why not come to my Shaolin Temple to chant scriptures and cultivate your mind?"

Upon hearing this, Roger couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Reciting scriptures to cultivate the mind?"

"The remnants of the Xianbei are plotting to restore their kingdom."

"How are these barbarians any different from the Tartars?"

"So what if I kill him?"

Upon hearing this, many martial arts figures in the audience nodded in agreement, and some even clapped and cheered!

After all, the Central Plains are in turmoil, the Han people are living in a corner of the country, and the northern lands have long been occupied by barbarians.

Against this backdrop, Murong Fu, a descendant of the Xianbei who constantly shouted for the restoration of the Great Yan, naturally lost popular support.

The sweeping monk looked at Roger, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke:
"Since you insist on this, how about this humble monk has a little sparring session with you?"

"If I win, I beg you to show mercy and spare the lives of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo."

"Let them chant Buddhist scriptures at the Shaolin Temple to atone for their sins and cleanse their karma."

Roger smiled, his tone leisurely:

"Okay."

He gently raised his finger and pointed at the sweeping monk:
"Take action."

"If you wait for me to make a move..."

"You'll never have another chance."

Without saying a word, the sweeping monk swung his broom, and a powerful surge of true energy pressed down on Roger like a storm!

But just as the shockwave was about to hit Roger, he merely glared at him.

That surge of true energy exploded instantly, vanishing without a trace!
The sweeping monk's pupils contracted, and his expression changed slightly.

He suddenly grabbed a bamboo stick from the broom, flicked his wrist, and unleashed the Burning Wood Knife Technique.

The blazing flames surged like an angry dragon, engulfing the heavens and earth, heading straight for Roger. But as soon as the flames got close to Roger, they automatically avoided him.

The next moment, Roger casually touched it, and the ball of flame transformed into a long crimson dragon, roaring as it pounced back at the Sweeper Monk.

Upon seeing this, the sweeping monk quickly erected a three-foot-high wall of energy in an attempt to block it.

But the red dragon only bumped into it lightly.

The air wall crumbled into dust instantly, as if made of paper.

When the red dragon passed through his body, the sweeping monk found himself completely unharmed.

But when he looked down, his expression changed instantly.

All he could see was the broom in his hand, which had turned to ashes without him noticing.

Immediately afterwards, the red dragon continued forward, heading straight for Murong Bo!

Before he could even let out a scream, Murong Bo was reduced to ashes in the flames.

Unfortunately, the temperature seemed off, and no relics were produced.

The sweeping monk looked at his empty hands, slowly raised his head, and gazed at Roger.

After a long while, he sighed softly:
“Benefactor Luo, I have lost.”

……

Xuan Ci died, and Murong Bo turned to ashes.

The sweeping monk had no choice but to leave with his hands behind his back.

If you stay, what will turn to ashes is just the broom.

The martial arts tournament continues.

No one dared to question Roger's legendary status as a land-based god anymore.

After a moment of silence, the position of martial arts alliance leader fell to Roger without any doubt.

Roger looked at everyone and smiled slightly:
"Since everyone trusts me so much, I won't refuse."

"From this day forward, I will rule the martial arts world of the Central Plains."

"Our only goal is to resist the Tartars in the north!"

With a wave of his hand, he spoke with great passion: "The Manchu, Mongol, Khitan, and Jurchen are all wolfish and ambitious, attempting to seize control of the Central Plains."

"We can no longer sit idly by and wait to die!"

"A month later, we will gather in Xiangyang to discuss important matters."

Everyone responded and morale was high.

After the meeting ended, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly came to visit.

"If Luo Xiao has nothing urgent to attend to, why don't you come with me to Wudang?"

"This humble Taoist priest has prepared a small amount of wine and wishes to exchange a few words with you."

Roger smiled and readily agreed, "Sure."

"I'd also like to see Master Zhang's strength."

……

A few days later, on Mount Wudang.

Enveloped in mist and clouds, exuding an ethereal atmosphere, it resembles a fairyland.

Zhang Sanfeng, dressed in a Taoist robe, said softly, "Benefactor Luo, please."

Roger nodded, took a step forward, and moved with lightning speed.

In an instant, the two clashed.

The world changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed!

Zhang Sanfeng had not yet created Tai Chi Chuan and Tai Chi Sword at this time.

But it is estimated that it has already taken shape, and its strength is also quite remarkable.

After a series of exchanges, Roger discovered that Zhang Sanfeng was far stronger than described in the original story.

In terms of strength, he is even above the Sweeper Monk.

Perhaps in this crossover martial arts worldview, the upper limit of the world has been raised considerably.

Zhang Sanfeng represents the pinnacle of combat power in this world.

The higher the world's potential, the more terrifying his strength becomes.

Even so, Zhang Sanfeng's realm was still limited by the rules of this world.

Unlike Roger, he did not possess power from outside the world.

Ultimately, they still cannot compare to themselves.

(End of this chapter)