Killing Monks

At this moment, Guangyuan's face was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, his steps were unsteady, and he was about to collapse.

Blood streamed down his forehead, obscuring his left eye. His shirt was stained crimson, and beneath the tattered fabric, bruises and welts were faintly visible.

He stood there, like a withered tree ravaged by a storm, ready to fall at any moment.

But he still stood up.

He straightened up, raised his hand, and wiped the blood from his face.

The hand trembled slightly, but it wiped away the blood that covered the world, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes underneath.

He saw it.

Hu Dafu, the mute man, was kneeling on the ground, clinging to Wu Ming's leg, looking up and making pleading "ah ah" sounds.

His face was covered in dirt and tears, his eyes were red and swollen, and his thin body looked so humble and pitiful in front of Wu Ming.

"stand up!"

"No need to beg him!"

The mute man was startled and turned to look at him.

Guangyuan stared at him: "Stay away."

His voice suddenly became calm, eerily calm.

"Now, I'm going to defeat him."

Lin Yulu was stunned.

Xu Jin frowned.

The abbot of the small Buddhist temple froze in mid-air, his hand still holding prayer beads, staring incredulously at the young man covered in blood and swaying precariously.

Lin Guangcai's mouth dropped open.

Wu Ming stood there, looking down at Guang Yuan.

There was no anger or sarcasm on his face. He simply looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a child who didn't know the immensity of the world.

"Arrogant."

He only said two words.

Then he raised his hand.

A thunderous punch!

This punch was neither fancy nor probing.

It was the simplest, most direct, and most domineering punch, carrying the innate true energy of the Moon Reflection Realm, like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami, directly slamming into Guangyuan's chest!

Wherever the fist passed, the air emitted a tearing shriek.

Guangyuan did not hide.

He knew he couldn't escape.

The fist slammed into his chest with a dull thud. But this time, he wasn't sent flying like before.

Because the same internal force and power will not work on him a second time.

He was already familiar with the special effects of Wu Ming's true qi!

"receive!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the single word.

Wu Ming's immense innate true energy surged into his body like a flood bursting its banks. His body jolted violently, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again, dripping down his chin and soaking into his tattered clothes.

The meridians are tearing.

Every meridian was groaning, as if it were about to be burst by that domineering force.

But so what?

He was already familiar with this kind of pain.

Even more painful than that is the feeling of wanting to do something but being powerless to do it.

He had witnessed the tragic state of Yin Ping's family, the broken sword of the Third Sword, the devout kowtows of Ma Youcai and Wu Laosan before the Buddhist shrine, and the humble pleading of the mute man clinging to someone's leg.

He has seen far too much.

He wanted to do many things. He wanted to protect those people, change those things, and make this damned world of martial arts less damnable.

But he couldn't do it.

His strength is too small.

It's pitifully small.

In this martial arts world, the tentacles of powerful sects are everywhere.

If you take just one step upwards, or do just one thing, you'll encounter those tentacles. And they will crush you into mincemeat without hesitation.

Therefore, we cannot back out.

If you retreat, you'll be crushed into mincemeat.

Only by fighting can we succeed.

Only by risking their lives can they survive.

The only way is to smash those tentacles!

"change!"

He roared.

The innate true energy that surged into his body was forcibly "dissipated" and redirected. The power that should have exploded within him was twisted into a knot and compressed into a bomb that could detonate at any moment.

He was trembling all over, and faint traces of chaotic internal energy could be seen under his skin.

not enough.

"transport!"

He roared again.

He forcibly "transported" the compressed innate true energy to his right arm and then to his right hand.

The veins on his arms were bulging, the blood vessels were standing out, and fine beads of blood were seeping from his skin.

That's because the capillaries couldn't withstand the pressure and started to rupture.

not enough.

One last step is needed.

He wanted to farm, to be patient, to slowly accumulate strength, and to do the things he wanted to do.

Being patient is not being cowardly.

Retreating is not cowardice.

That was for the purpose of attacking.

Now, facing that sudden and overwhelming onslaught, it's time to attack!

"hair!!!"

He roared, his voice hoarse and strained!

A layer of blood mist suddenly exploded around his body. It was because the internal pressure was too great, and countless capillaries ruptured at the same time, with fresh blood gushing out from his pores!

He didn't fight even when his life hung in the balance!

The only way is to risk your life and everything you have!

Go do the impossible!

Go and defeat an enemy that is simply impossible to defeat!

Techniques that existed only in theory have appeared in this martial arts world!

Wu Ming's innate true energy, together with Guang Yuan's power, the two true energies swirled, merged, and compressed wildly in the palms of Guang Yuan's hands, forming an unprecedentedly terrifying power, and then, a palm struck Wu Ming's chest!

"Bang!"

Wu Ming's expression changed.

He felt his familiar innate true energy rebounding back in an incredible way.

That power, carrying some strange, catalyst-like true energy, slammed into his protective aura like a city-breaking cone!

The protective aura shattered instantly.

That force surged straight in and exploded within his body!

"puff!"

Wu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back several steps, and almost fell over.

He clutched his chest, his face ashen, as if his internal organs had been smashed by a heavy hammer. He looked up at the young man before him, covered in blood and swaying precariously, his eyes filled with disbelief.

No one can defeat him.

But he can do it himself.

This young man actually defeated him with a single move using that strange and inexplicable technique.

It was just a single move that resulted in defeat.

But Wu Ming knew in his heart that this was enough.

Such young people must be killed.

If he is allowed to grow up, he will surely become the nemesis of the Kowloon Martial Academy in due time.

He took a deep breath and forcefully mobilized his innate true energy to suppress the injuries to his internal organs. For a martial artist who practices external martial arts, the most feared thing is injury to the internal organs!

He threw another punch!

This punch was seven parts Yin and three parts Yang!

That punch was seven parts yang and three parts yin, fierce and domineering, but Guangyuan returned it in a strange way. Now he has switched to using yin energy as the main force.

He didn't believe it.

I don't believe that the young man, who was swaying and covered in blood, could still counter his moves.

Guangyuan stood still.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and he was swaying precariously, like a flickering candle that could be extinguished at any moment.

But he didn't dodge.

He opened his arms again to meet the fist.

"Bang!"

The instant their fists clashed, the innate true energy of seven yin and three yang surged into his body once more. The soft and dense power, like countless fine needles, raced wildly through his meridians, trying to tear him apart from the inside.

Guangyuan trembled violently.

Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and eyes, covering his entire face.

But he gritted his teeth and did it again!

"receive."

"change."

"transport."

"hair!!!"

A palm strike was unleashed!