The deepest affection in Gu Long's world

Chapter 44 Three T2-level Powerhouses

Chu Liuxiang was stunned.

When he fought his opponent before, Wuhua was defeated, but his clothes were only slightly dirty. Most of the dust was from when he faked his death and rubbed himself on the ground.

And now.

Wu Hua has lost all his otherworldly air. If you smear some more ash on his face, he could join the Beggars' Sect right away.

Chu Liuxiang's gaze swept over him, scrutinizing him intently.

First, his moon-white monk's robe was torn from his shoulder to his left waist by an unknown weapon, and there was a clear shoe print on his chest. His left arm was also hanging down, obviously broken by some kind of masculine fist or palm force.

The bloodstain at the corner of his mouth further indicated that he was seriously injured.

There were probably three people who made the move.

This is based on Chu Liuxiang's many years of experience.

At this moment, Wu Hua's eyes were filled with resentment and a hint of despair as she looked at Fang Yunhua.

He knew he was unlikely to escape safely from the back of the mountain.

Just then, footsteps, seemingly deliberately made, came from downstream.

Chu Liuxiang first looked towards one side of the woods, where there stood an old monk in a robe with a dignified expression.

"Master Tiannan!"

The old monk nodded slightly to Chu Liuxiang and then stood quietly in place.

Chu Liuxiang's gaze shifted again to Wuhua's injured left arm, and he recognized it as the Shaolin martial art, the Dragon Subduing Tiger Arhat Fist.

Master Tiannan, second only to Master Tianfeng in the Southern Shaolin Temple and the head of the Discipline Hall, could easily suppress Wuhua with his strength, after all, there is a clear gap between T3 and T2.

His gaze then shifted to the other side of the stream.

An elderly man dressed simply emerged from among them.

"Elder Dai of the Beggars' Sect?"

"Master Chu." Dai Duxing nodded slightly to Chu Liuxiang.

He is currently the strongest member of the Beggars' Sect. He came to Putian Shaolin Temple after reaching an agreement with the higher-ups of the Huashan Sect to finalize the arrangements.

Next, we need to use the government's reputation and Chu Liuxiang's reputation as collateral to push everything into a grand conspiracy orchestrated by the Japanese.

This is also related to the final exoneration of the Beggars' Sect, so he will naturally be there in person.

Of course, part of his purpose in coming here was to see Fang Yunhua in person, the man who had caused such a mess to his Beggars' Sect, yet in the end they still had to thank him for letting them go.

At this moment, Chu Liuxiang also recognized the footprint imprinted on Wuhua's chest as Dai Duxing's "Drunkenly Lying Down by a Thousand Rivers Leg".

His lightness skill is no less than that of Wuhua, who was empowered by Japanese ninjutsu. Dai Duxing is able to rank in the T2 level because of his exceptional leg skills.

Now Chu Liuxiang felt that Wuhua's defeat was not unjust, because he would have been defeated without a doubt if he had faced either of these two seniors.

As for the third person, he felt quite unfamiliar with him.

Judging from the other person's appearance, they seemed to be quite familiar with Fang Yunhua.

“He’s not very good either,” Shangguan Cang walked to Fang Yunhua’s side. “If you’re going to use him to test your sword skills, you might as well spar with me a few more times.”

“A life-or-death battle is always different from a regular sparring match.”

The opponent's strength was undoubtedly T2 level, which was incomparable to the known leader of the Money Gang, but was roughly at the average combat level of the seven major sect leaders.

At that moment, Wuhua also heard Shangguan Cangxing's words.

"You want to use me as a test subject for your sword?" His voice was low, and his expression revealed a hidden anger.

After all, this situation, like meat on a chopping board, was unacceptable to someone with such inherent pride.

Fang Yunhua nodded calmly.

“Your strength is quite good, and it should be close to mine. More importantly, if you have the chance, you will definitely kill me, and I want to witness your death with my own eyes. So for the time being, you are the most suitable opponent for me.”

"Opponent. Opponent, opponent?? Opponent!!! Hahahaha!!!"

Wuhua, whose eyes had been filled with despair, was completely engulfed by a frenzied joy.

"You are also the strongest opponent I have ever faced. Otherwise, he alone would not have been able to defeat me!"

Wu Hua glanced at Chu Liuxiang with disdain. He no longer concealed his true nature, and the violent genes flowing in his blood made Master Tiannan, who had remained calm throughout, frown frequently.

“Um, you seem to have a slight misunderstanding.” Fang Yunhua sighed. “Even without me, you still can’t beat him. Besides, there were some problems with my statement just now. If it’s the kind of opponent you understand, you don’t seem to meet that standard.”

To be more precise, you were just a tool for me to test my own abilities.

Most importantly, you're too cunning. Only by personally sending you on your way can I feel at ease.

Chu Liuxiang didn't care about Wuhua's disdain and mockery. He just looked at Master Tiannan with confusion. You should know that this is the head of the Discipline Hall of Southern Shaolin, who is the most disciplined person.

Logically speaking, even if Wuhua's sins were grave, he should have personally taken him back to the Southern Shaolin Temple for punishment according to temple regulations.

But he ignored Fang Yunhua's words and even willingly became one of the henchmen who blocked Wuhua's retreat.

This surprised him somewhat.

However, when the remaining light glanced at the smudges of black ash at his feet, which had been burned away, he seemed to understand some of the reasons.

Compared to Wuhua being a spy for Japan, the deeds he recorded in that notebook would truly destroy the Southern Shaolin Temple. A monk repeatedly committing lewd acts while giving sermons to the outside world, once this gets out, will cause the general public to question whether the Southern Shaolin Temple is rotten to the core.

Just as he was deep in thought, Wuhua broke through his defenses!
"A tool?! If you didn't value me, why would you be here! If you didn't consider me an opponent, why would you personally come to send me off on my final journey!"

Fang Yunhua scratched his cheek.

What he just said was the truth. He really didn't care much about Wuhua and Nangong Ling. What he valued most was the stone Guanyin behind them.

The most feared rival among his peers was Yuan Suiyun.

This move was less about meticulously scheming against the brothers and more about leveraging the foresight of the Bloodstained Fragrance storyline to strengthen the Huashan Sect.

But explanations are no longer important now.

Because he could tell that the other party might indeed care about what he said, but it certainly didn't reach the point of such hysterical shouting.

"Some secret techniques from Japan should be able to temporarily suppress your injuries."

Wu Hua, who had been glaring fiercely at Fang Yunhua, suddenly changed his expression in a second. His gaze was cold, like that of a bloodthirsty wolf.

Fang Yunhua took a sword from Shangguan Cangxing and threw it directly to Wuhua.

"Even if your body is injured, adding this should be enough."

Despite the excruciating pain, Wu Hua repositioned his broken left arm and then drew his long sword with his right hand. The difference between Wu Hua with and without the sword was obvious; the sharp aura he exuded at that moment drew the attention of everyone present.

"You're so arrogant!"

"I just need to have an accurate understanding of my current strength, and you are the most suitable target."

Because I will have to face an even more formidable enemy afterward.

Fang Yunhua slowly drew the Lingxiao Sword. Under the moonlight, the sword, which was already as cold as ice and frost, seemed to reflect even more dazzling light.

(End of this chapter)