Killing Monks

That transformed power, carrying everything he had left, slammed hard into Wu Ming's chest!

"puff!"

Wu Ming spat out another mouthful of blood, staggered back seven or eight steps, and nearly fell backward.

He clutched his chest, his face ashen, his injuries worsening once again!

This time, it has truly damaged the very foundation.

He looked up at the young man in the distance, covered in blood but who had not fallen.

Guangyuan stood there.

His body swayed unsteadily, drops of blood dripping from his fingertips, staining the ground a small patch of dark red. His eyes were unfocused, yet he remained standing.

He did not fall.

Wu Ming was silent for a moment. He had already suffered a fundamental injury, and if he didn't recuperate, he might have hidden injuries for the rest of his life!

But he looked at that swaying figure.

That person was about to die.

He was only injured. Injury is terrible for a martial artist, but he was not afraid.

As the martial arts instructor of the Kowloon Martial Academy, he was tasked with eliminating a potential threat to the academy.

So he threw a third punch.

He no longer held back with this punch.

He roared and leaped into the air like a cannonball, crashing down on Guangyuan with earth-shattering force!

Nine dragon shadows roared wildly around him, their oppressive aura becoming so tangible that it made it hard for those around to breathe. The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound; even before the fist arrived, the wind from it had already sent pebbles and sand flying everywhere.

This punch was like the sky collapsing!

"boom!"

The fist slammed solidly into Guangyuan's chest.

Guangyuan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a section of his chest caved in.

A cold smile appeared on Wu Ming's lips.

It's time to fall.

But the next second, the smile froze on his face.

Guangyuan did not fall.

He stood there, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, but suddenly his eyes lit up.

He smiled.

That smile was stained with blood, yet that smile sent chills down Wu Ming's spine.

"Your fist..."

Guangyuan's voice was so hoarse it sounded like it was coming from hell.

"Is it only the weak who are targeted?"

Wu Ming's body trembled.

He felt his fist force, that domineering power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, being devoured, absorbed, and fermented by something strange!

He tried to pull his fist away, but it was firmly held in place and he couldn't move it!

"No wonder..."

Guangyuan's mouth splayed open, and blood flowed down between his teeth.

"So weak!"

The power within him suddenly erupted!

"Collect! Transform! Transport! Distribute!"

He completely absorbed the power of Wu Ming's punch, which circulated, compressed, and catalyzed wildly within his body, then combined with all of his own strength...

We'll pay you back many times over!

"Bang!"

A deafening roar!

Wu Ming was sent flying dozens of meters away like a kite with a broken string.

Where he flew, the air was torn apart, leaving a visible afterimage. His body tumbled in the air, his limbs flailing limply, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Then, he slammed heavily to the ground.

The ground trembled the moment he hit the ground, and dust exploded, rising more than a meter high. His body tumbled several times due to inertia, carving a long furrow, before finally coming to a stop.

He lay there.

Not moving at all.

A large hole was clearly torn open in his chest.

The hole ran from his chest to his back, its edges jagged, as if it had been blasted open from the inside by some immense force. Through the hole, one could see broken ribs, shattered organs, and a heart that had stopped beating.

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Fresh blood gushed out of the cave entrance.

It flowed very fast and swiftly, instantly staining a large patch of soil beneath it red. The red stood out starkly against the gray ground, like a strange flower in full bloom.

Wu Ming opened his eyes.

Those once proud eyes were now wide open, staring at the gray sky. Their pupils were unfocused, filled only with an empty, lifeless stillness.

The sky was overcast, and a few birds flew by in the distance.

He saw it.

It's gone now.

he died.

He died in front of this obscure, dilapidated temple, at the hands of a young man much weaker than himself.

Because his fists are always aimed at the weak.

He beats those who are powerless to resist, those who dare not fight back, and those who are weaker than him. He treats others as teaching tools and never cares what they think.

He fought his whole life, never lost, never feared, and never imagined he would be where he is today.

But today, he met someone.

A person who throws a punch at a stronger person.

Wu Ming's death shocked the entire region.

Xu Jin stood frozen in place, like a wooden stake.

Who is Wu Ming?

The martial arts master of the Nine Dragons Martial Academy, a top expert in the Earth Realm Reflecting the Moon, and an unparalleled powerhouse who is only one step away from the Heaven Realm.

Now, in this obscure Prajna Temple, an unknown young man was beaten to death.

How absurd!

But that's just how the martial arts world is.

If a person is beaten, they will die.

Xu Jin was the first to react. He staggered to Wu Ming's side, knelt down, and with trembling hands checked Wu Ming's breath.

He is not breathing.

He then touched Wu Ming's chest; inside that large hole, his heart had ruptured and stopped beating!

The young man, covered in blood and swaying precariously, stood there, looking at him with an indescribable gaze.

Xu Jin's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He dared not look anymore.

He bent down, hoisted Wu Ming's body onto his shoulder, and ran away without looking back.

He ran stumbling and staggering, running in a sorry state, running like a stray dog.

He wants to go back to Kowloon Martial Arts Academy.

He wanted to tell them that something had happened!

Guangyuan stood there, watching Xu Jin leave with Wu Ming's body, then he swayed.

Hu Dafu, the mute man, rushed forward and held him firmly in place. His thin arms burst forth with astonishing strength, managing to keep the swaying Guangyuan afloat.

"Ah...ah..."

Hu Dafu made indistinct sounds, his eyes were red and tears were welling up in them.

He wanted to ask, "How are you? Are you badly hurt? Are you alright?"

But he couldn't say it, so he could only put Guangyuan's arm on his shoulder and support him with all his might.

Lin Yulu stood there, looking shocked.

He looked at Guangyuan, who was covered in blood and swaying precariously, as if he might collapse at any moment. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

But that killing intent only lasted for a moment before he forcefully suppressed it.

Even Wu Ming from the Nine Dragons Martial Academy didn't make a move. If he did, wouldn't that be courting death?

He's not an idiot!

He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and dared not look again.

Lin Guangcai, however, looked relieved, as if he had survived a disaster.

He rushed over to Guangyuan, bending down, his voice filled with extreme caution.

"Master! Master! This was all my son's doing; it has nothing to do with me! I'm willing to offer a thousand acres of fertile land! I mean what I say! I'll have someone deliver the land deeds as soon as I get back!"

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Lin Yulu.

His eyes were filled with lingering fear and anger!

I almost got killed by this little beast!

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