Killing Monks

"You don't need to say anything!"

Several figures flew over and landed on the open ground in front of the Prajna Temple.

The leader was a young man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, whose features bore a resemblance to Lin Guangcai.

It was Lin Yulu, the second son of the Lin family.

Behind him followed Xu Jin, and Xu Jin's teacher, that towering man.

Lin Yulu spotted Lin Guangcai in the field at a glance.

"Father!" he shouted as he rushed forward, "I've come to save you!"

He was the second son of the Lin family.

From childhood, the eldest brother, Lin Jinfeng, was the family's main focus of cultivation. Their father only consulted with the eldest brother on business matters. He could only listen and watch from the sidelines, holding his breath in frustration.

Now, he can finally prove himself.

He invited people from the Kowloon Martial Arts Academy!

Xu Jin stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Uncle Xu, you've suffered. This time I've invited my teacher."

He stepped aside, making way for the person behind him.

The man's gaze passed over Xu Jin and landed on Guang Yuan.

Guangyuan looked at him as well.

"Are you going to stand up for the Lin family?" Guangyuan asked.

The man spoke calmly: "I am Wu Ming, and I have only come to see your martial arts skills."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance.

"As for standing up for the Lin family? The Lin family is not worthy."

In his eyes, the Lin family was nothing more than a nouveau riche in Qujiang County, running a rice, flour, and oil business with a little money. Asking him to back up such a family was simply a joke.

Therefore, he did not accept the brocade box offered by Lin Yulu.

Guangyuan smiled.

"You said you weren't supporting the Lin family, and you didn't really care about them," he said. "But the fact that you're standing here now is a way of supporting the Lin family."

Wu Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Say what you will." He stood with his hands behind his back. "Let this old man see if your martial arts are as tough as your mouth."

Guangyuan did not respond immediately.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Guangcai, who was not far away.

"Do you want me to win," he asked, "or do you want me to lose?"

Lin Guangcai stood at the edge of the field, still clutching his hoe, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He certainly hoped Wu Ming would win.

I dream of it.

But if Wu Ming wins, will the strange internal energy within him be able to dissipate?

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Guangyuan ignored him and took a step forward.

Black and white qi rose simultaneously, intertwining and swirling around him. The black qi was as cold and abyss-like as the white qi, while the white qi was as light and gentle as the wind. The two true qi intertwined, making him look incredibly eerie.

Wu Ming's gaze fell on the black and white intertwined true energy, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

He could tell at a glance that the two streams of true energy originated from two completely different mental cultivation methods.

That black true energy was particularly strange, carrying an indescribable sinister and evil aura, unlike anything cultivated through proper techniques.

"Young man," he said slowly, not in a hurry to make a move, "to use two techniques at the same time is far too dangerous."

"This method of training will undoubtedly produce powerful techniques. But sooner or later, your meridians will reverse, and you will die a violent death."

Guangyuan remained silent.

Of course he knew it was dangerous.

Every time he circulated his internal energy, his meridians felt like they were being cut by knives. The pain seemed to emanate from deep within his limbs and bones, making him tremble all over.

But so what?

The physical pain is nothing compared to the mental anguish.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing.

The next moment, he threw a punch!

The fist whistled through the air, faintly carrying the roar of a lion. Black and white true energy swirled around the fist, condensing into a violent punch that hurtled straight towards Wu Ming's face!

Wu Ming did not dodge.

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He didn't even move.

The force of the punch struck three inches in front of him, as if he had hit an invisible wall!

That's a protective aura, the kind of protective aura that only comes with mastering the Nine Dragons Overlord Body technique.

"boom!"

The force of the punch exploded, and the smoke dissipated.

Guangyuan's all-out attack didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Wu Ming raised his hand.

He slapped down with his palm.

The palm strike appeared slow, yet it carried an oppressive force, like Mount Tai pressing down on you.

Upon seeing this palm strike, Guangyuan hurriedly activated his internal energy, attempting to "stop" the force of the strike. However, the moment the palm energy entered his body, his expression changed.

That true energy wasn't as fierce and direct as Xu Jin's; instead, it was like a flowing mass of mercury, seemingly soft yet incredibly heavy; seemingly hard yet endlessly continuous.

A balance of strength and gentleness.

Yin and Yang are one.

Guangyuan only had time to deflect 30% of the force; the remaining 70% slammed into his chest.

"Bang!"

He was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the soil in front of him.

He staggered back several steps, knelt on one knee, clutched his chest, and gasped for breath.

Fortunately, the blow landed on the mirror in his arms. The Mirror of Observation blocked most of the force, and although his blood and qi surged, his internal organs were not seriously injured.

"good!"

Lin Yulu couldn't help but shout out, her face full of excitement.

Inviting the people from Kowloon Martial Arts Academy was definitely the right thing to do!

Wu Ming didn't look at him.

He turned to Xu Jin, his tone indifferent.

"Did you see clearly?"

Xu Jin stared at Guangyuan and slowly nodded.

He clearly saw the perfect balance of strength and gentleness in that palm strike.

"Look at it more carefully."

Wu Ming suddenly took a step forward.

The ground shook as he stomped down.

Amidst the rising dust, nine illusory dragon shadows suddenly appeared around him. The nine dragon shadows coiled and intertwined around him, roaring towards the sky with astonishing power.

Amidst the rising dust, nine illusory dragon shadows suddenly appeared around him. The nine dragon shadows coiled and intertwined around him, roaring towards the sky with astonishing power.

"Oh!"

He exhaled and threw a punch.

This punch, with its nine dragons coiled around it, possessed immense power. But halfway through, it suddenly reduced its strength by three-tenths.

When you strike someone, use only seven-tenths of your strength; when yin and yang are in harmony, nine dragons appear.

As he said, he wasn't standing up for the Lin family. In his eyes, Guangyuan was nothing more than a teaching tool, a live target to demonstrate martial arts principles to Xu Jin.

He looked down on the Lin family, and naturally he looked down on Guangyuan as well.

Therefore, the power he used was not his true power. He suppressed his cultivation to a level comparable to Xu Jin's and used similar strength to Xu Jin so that Xu Jin could understand clearly.

If Guangyuan dies from one punch, then Guangyuan is out of luck.

The fist whistled through the air, striking straight at Guangyuan's heart!

Guangyuan felt the oppressive aura emanating from him and grinned maliciously.

Instead of retreating, they're advancing!

He used both hands to meet that domineering punch!

The moment their fists and palms collided, Guangyuan felt as if his hands were pressed against a rapidly spinning top, the force churning wildly between his palms, trying to break free of his restraint.

"receive!"

He gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the force tightly. The black and white true energy circulated wildly, gradually engulfing, gathering, and compressing the "mercury."

A strange light flashed in Wu Ming's eyes.

He felt his punching power being swallowed up by a strange force.

The next moment!

"change!"

Guangyuan stomped his feet hard on the ground, and the force he had gathered, along with the recoil he had borne, poured into the earth beneath his feet!

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the ground shattered!