Killing Monks

The soil beneath Guangyuan's feet exploded as if struck by a giant hammer, sending rubble and dirt flying several feet high, forming a shallow pit around him.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and pebbles flew everywhere.

Guangyuan stood at the bottom of the pit, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, staining it red.

But he stood there.

It did not fall.

He looked up at Wu Ming, a somewhat ferocious smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"The same force," he said, "won't work on me twice."

If we talk about the principles of Yin and Yang, the highest level is undoubtedly the nameless mental cultivation method passed down by the old Taoist.

The highest virtue is like water, which benefits all things without striving, yet can penetrate stone and split mountains, reaching everywhere. Bi Wuming's punch, combining both strength and gentleness, is of an unfathomable level.

Wu Ming stared at the young man with a ferocious expression at the bottom of the pit, his gaze unchanged.

He simply raised his hand.

One punch.

Another punch.

Then came a punch.

Punch after punch, like a raging storm, relentless and unending!

If you can "catch" or "neutralize" a single move, what about a series of moves?

The fists flew like a tidal wave, rushing in with a whooshing sound.

Guangyuan's hands flew as he struggled to parry. Each punch was "absorbed" into his body and then "dissolved" under his feet. But as soon as one punch was withdrawn, the next one arrived, giving him no time to catch his breath.

Soon, Wu Ming realized something was wrong.

His punches were faster and harder than the last. But when they hit Guangyuan, it felt like hitting his own fist.

Guangyuan is in "luck".

He absorbed Wu Ming's punching force and channeled it into himself, causing Wu Ming's power to cancel out his own next punch.

Use your own spear to attack your own shield.

Wu Ming's fist struck with his own power.

However, this is not without its costs.

Blood streamed from Guangyuan's mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his chest, spreading a shocking red stain.

His meridians felt like they were being pricked by countless needles. The power of "Gathering, Transforming, and Circulating" Wu Ming, honed through countless trials, was too much of a burden for him.

But he did not back down.

They didn't retreat an inch.

Wu Ming put his fist back and stood up.

He stared at Guangyuan, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

He had already tested him. Although this young man's cultivation level was not high, his methods were peculiar, his origins were unknown, and he was a monk.

If we allow him to grow up unchecked, he will surely become a hidden danger for the Kowloon Martial Academy in the future.

Therefore, he no longer held back.

His true power is far greater than what he is currently displaying.

He suppressed his cultivation level beforehand, firstly to give others an excuse to accuse him of bullying the weak, and secondly to demonstrate another level of the Nine Dragons Overlord Body to Xu Jin.

Now, Guangyuan is a potential enemy.

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

Kowloon Martial Arts Academy never shows mercy to its enemies.

His aura suddenly surged, indicating that he had reached the Earth Realm.

No, it's the moon reflected in the earth!

A terrifying aura erupted from his body, as if the surrounding air had frozen. Nine dragon shadows roared wildly around him, several times more solid than before, lifelike and as if they were real dragons!

The Realm of Reflected Moon.

In the Buddhist kingdom of Southern Tang, this state of being was called the "state of no leakage".

All troubles are eliminated, and merits are perfected.

At this level, a martial artist's internal energy transforms into pure "innate true qi," circulating endlessly, greatly increasing their lifespan, and approaching a complete transformation, nearing the "non-leaking" state of an Arhat.

This realm is just one step away from the legendary Heavenly Realm martial artist!

Guangyuan's expression changed as he sensed danger.

The oppressive feeling was overwhelming, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He tried to move, but found his body stiff as if it were filled with lead.

Wu Ming made his move.

A simple, unadorned punch.

No fancy moves, no dazzling lights or shadows. This isn't a no-go, it's a recommendation for the treasure book "Killing the Monk":

With a simple punch, imbued with immense innate true energy, it struck Guangyuan's chest directly.

Guangyuan had no time to react.

That punch landed squarely on him.

An immense power exploded within his body like gunpowder, raging wildly along his meridians. Guangyuan was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground several feet away, motionless.

It shocked the entire region.

Lin Yulu was overjoyed and almost jumped up on the spot.

Xu Jin stared thoughtfully in the direction where Guangyuan had fallen.

The abbot of the small Buddhist temple was horrified. He quickly lowered his head, put his hands together in prayer, and murmured "Amitabha," not daring to look any further.

Lin Guangcai stood at the edge of the field, half happy and half worried.

The good news is that the wicked monk has finally been dealt with. The bad news is, what should I do about the strange internal energy within me? Perhaps I could ask this Martial Arts Master for help?

From afar, the mute Hu Dafu saw Guangyuan lying motionless on the ground.

He dropped what he was holding and ran over like a madman.

"Ahhh—! Ahhh—!"

He knelt beside Guangyuan, frantically trying to help him up. Guangyuan's face was covered in blood, his eyes were closed, and only a faint breath remained between his mouth and nose.

The mute man dared not move him, but simply knelt there, uttering desperate sobs.

Wu Ming withdrew his fist and turned to Xu Jin.

His voice was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"Xu Jin, remember this: either don't kill him, or if you do decide to kill him, you must nip it in the bud."

His gaze swept intentionally or unintentionally over the abbot of the small Buddhist temple not far away.

That was a clear warning.

The small Buddhist temple was warned not to overstep its bounds.

But Qujiang County is the Qujiang County of the Nine Dragons Martial Arts Academy.

Wu Ming stepped forward and came to stand in front of Guang Yuan.

He looked down at the young man on the ground, his face covered in blood and barely breathing. One more blow and he would end Guangyuan's life.

Just then, Hu Dafu, the mute man, spread his arms and stood in front of Guangyuan.

His thin body stood protectively in front of Guangyuan, his arms outstretched, making "ah ah" sounds in his throat, his eyes red-rimmed, yet he stood there stubbornly, refusing to retreat an inch.

Wu Ming's hand froze in mid-air.

He looked at the trembling mute man in front of him and frowned slightly.

"Get out of my way." His voice was cold. "I do not kill the unarmed."

Besides, he's mute.

Such a weakling is not worthy of his attention.

Hu Dafu did not move.

He kept shouting "Ah ah," shaking his head frantically, and gesturing with his hands to indicate his name!

Please, don't kill him, don't kill him!

Wu Ming was too lazy to say anything more.

He gave it a gentle push.

Hu Dafu felt a surge of great force, and his whole body rolled away as if he were riding on clouds, landing in the mud.

He got up, ignoring the mud all over his body, and rushed over again.

This time, he grabbed Wu Ming's leg.

They clung to it tightly, as if it were their last lifeline.

"Ugh—Ahhh—!"

He tilted his head back, his eyes filled with pleading, and his mouth uttered indistinct sounds. There was no fear in his voice, only a desperate pleas.

Wu Ming frowned even more deeply.

He snorted coldly and swung his leg.

Hu Dafu was thrown out like a tattered sack and crashed to the ground again. This time the fall was hard, and he lay there, struggling several times before finally getting up.

Wu Ming stopped looking at him.

"Don't be unreasonable." He said without turning his head. "Xu Jin, stop him."

"Get up, you don't need to beg him!"

A voice rang out.

Wu Ming saw that Guang Yuan was swaying as he stood up from the ground.