socalfunplaces Chapter 71 Such a monstrous talent?
Chapter 71 Such a monstrous talent?
On the huge plaza in front of the Ming Cult's main altar at Bright Peak.
The six major sects stood in a dense, dark mass, their swords flashing coldly in the sunlight, so bright it was blinding.
But the square was deathly silent.
The reason was that the bronze gate of the main hall, which was three zhang high, was tightly closed on the opposite side of the square.
There was no one else.
There were no Five Elements Flags ready for battle, no Ming Cult masters exuding murderous intent, and not even a single cultist guarding the gate.
"What...what the hell is going on?"
The Kongtong Sect Leader, Tang Wenliang, looked surprised.
"Could it be that the demonic cultists are truly afraid and have abandoned their headquarters to flee?"
Kunlun Sect's He Taichong squinted, slowly lowering the long sword in his hand.
Master Jingxuan snorted coldly, her voice like an ice spike.
"escape?"
"It seems someone tipped us off, staging a ruse like an empty city!"
As she spoke, her gaze was fixed intently on the direction of the Wudang Sect.
"Master Song, the members of Wudang have remained silent since arriving at the mountain. Is it because something is on their minds, or... because they feel guilty?"
Song Yuanqiao slowly turned around, his voice not loud but clear.
"Master Jingxuan".
"Wu Dang has come here today for the sake of chivalry. But if the nun insists on falsely accusing him of a fabricated crime—"
He paused, then slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"I, Song, am not very talented, but I am willing to learn from your great skills, Teacher."
"you--!"
Master Jingxuan was furious, and behind her, the Emei disciples drew their swords in a series of clanging sounds.
"Amitabha."
Master Kongwen's single chant of the Buddha's name quelled all the commotion.
"Be careful, everyone, there might be an ambush..."
Before he could finish speaking!
"Boom—!!!"
Suddenly, the tightly closed bronze gate slowly opened from the inside out.
A young man in his early twenties, dressed in a simple blue robe, walked slowly out of the shadows inside the door with his hands behind his back.
Following closely behind were Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King; Wei Yixiao, the Green-winged Bat King; and an unfamiliar white-bearded, bald old man.
Further behind were the elite troops of the Five Elements Flag, dressed in yellow, white, red, green, and black uniforms.
Densely packed, silent as a forest, yet a chilling aura permeated the air.
Everyone naturally lagged behind the young man by half a step, as if he were the only core figure present.
The first time I saw this young man.
Master Jingxuan could no longer suppress her anger.
"It's you!"
Chen Yuan looked in the direction of the sound and asked in surprise.
"Oh~ Abbess Jingxuan, we meet again."
"So, has it been buried? Where has it been buried?"
"I'll go see her another day."
"You—beast!!"
Abbess Jingxuan abruptly drew her sword, pointing it at Chen Yuan, her hand trembling with extreme anger.
Chen Yuan: ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh
"Master Jingxuan, it seems you have followed in your master's footsteps."
"At this rate, I'm afraid I'll have to kill another Emei sect leader."
Before he finished speaking, he casually flipped his right hand.
The golden Desert Eagle that had once killed Abbess Miejue in one blow appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Chen Yuan twirled the gun around and said with a smile.
"Would you like to give it a try?"
"Amitabha."
Master Kongwen suddenly chanted a Buddhist prayer, stepped forward, and stood between Abbess Jingxuan and Chen Yuan.
"Benefactor Chen, why are you here?"
"Look at what you're saying, Master."
Chen Yuan seemed to only then notice him, and casually turned the gun to point it at Kong Wen.
Kong Wen was so frightened that his face twitched, and he barely managed to avoid making a dodging gesture.
"You all call me a demon, so what's so strange about me associating with the demonic sect?"
Master Kongwen secretly exhaled, raised his head, and his face had regained its solemn and dignified appearance.
"Benefactor Chen, the Ming Cult is a treacherous and wicked group that has indiscriminately killed innocent people and wreaked havoc on the martial arts world for many years."
"The Golden Lion King Xie Xun was even more wicked, having killed countless people."
"We have gathered here today at Bright Peak to avenge the blood debt owed to Xie Xun."
"Secondly, to eradicate the evil cult and restore peace to the martial arts world! This is the greater good!"
His gaze swept over the dark mass of people from the six major sects behind him, and his voice rose a few decibels, carrying with it a hidden inner force that echoed far and wide.
"Benefactor Chen! Considering that you once revealed Xie Xun's whereabouts on Wudang Mountain, you have done a small service to the martial arts world."
"What happened today has nothing to do with you!"
"If you turn and leave right now, I, this old monk, guarantee with the honor of Shaolin, that I will not stop you!"
Upon hearing this, many people from the six major sects nodded secretly in agreement.
Master Kongwen's words were well-chosen; he occupied the moral high ground while giving this terrifying "demon" a way out.
If we can force him to retreat without a fight, that would be the best course of action.
"Eh?"
Chen Yuan was slightly taken aback. He looked down at the Golden Desert Eagle and then looked up at Master Kongwen's calm expression that said, "I have already seen through your reliance on external things."
After a moment's thought, it suddenly dawned on me.
Chen Yuan smiled and put the gun back into his personal storage space.
"What if I don't leave?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed across several dozen feet and appeared in front of Master Kongwen.
Master Kongwen's pupils suddenly contracted.
fast!
too fast!
But he was, after all, a master of his sect. Though startled, he remained calm and unleashed his life's cultivation in an instant!
He let out a low shout and his right palm struck out with lightning speed. The palm wind was fierce and unparalleled, with the faint sound of wind and thunder. It was the "Great Vajra Palm", one of the seventy-two Shaolin skills!
He had used all his strength in this palm strike, and he was confident that even if Yin Tianzheng, another top expert, came in person, he would have to temporarily avoid his sharp edge!
Chen Yuan calmly swung out a palm strike as well.
The two exchanged blows, and a breath later—Master Kongwen was sent flying backwards, only to be caught by a Shaolin disciple.
Looking at Chen Yuan again, he was still standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.
"hiss--"
A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd of the six major factions.
Their faces were filled with shock and horror.
Master Kongwen was the one with the deepest internal strength and the most profound martial arts skills among the various masters who came to besiege Bright Peak.
In the end, he couldn't even withstand a single palm strike from Chen Yuan?
Elder Huashantian's mouth was agape enough to fit an egg, and he tugged at Elder Zou's sleeve, his voice trembling.
"Junior Brother Zou...am I seeing things?"
"Master Kongwen, he..."
Elder Zou's face turned pale, and he stammered.
"Yes...yes, yes...the master flew...flew away..."
Master Jingxuan's face turned pale.
I originally thought that Chen Yuan was only relying on the advantage of firearms, and that his martial arts skills were not necessarily that high.
But what she saw before her eyes shattered her hopes completely.
Revenge seems increasingly out of reach.
With the help of his disciples, Master Kongwen managed to stand up.
His gaze toward Chen Yuan was filled with an unprecedented solemnity.
He remembers it very clearly two months ago on Wudang Mountain.
Although Chen Yuan's movement technique was extraordinary at that time, he had no internal strength foundation whatsoever. He controlled the situation entirely with his strange firearms and prophetic words.
But just two months later, today...
Not only was the opponent's movement incredibly agile, but the immense internal energy contained in that casual palm strike was also unbelievably pure and vast!
His profound internal strength, cultivated through decades of painstaking effort, vanished like a river flowing into the sea, or a clay ox sinking into the ocean, under the opponent's palm!
This is a level that ordinary martial arts can not reach!
Just who is this Chen Yuan?!
Are there really martial arts prodigies in the world who are born with innate knowledge and can progress by leaps and bounds in a day?
Does this mean that destiny is clear?
Master Kongwen chanted a Buddhist prayer, his eyes fixed intently on Chen Yuan.
"Benefactor Chen...such profound internal strength, such wondrous movement techniques."
He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the dark mass of experts from the six major sects behind him.
"Does Benefactor Chen truly intend to stand up for the Ming Cult?"
Even if you possess unparalleled martial arts skills, you are still just one person in the end.
"And those of our six major sects gathered here today are all elites from their respective sects."
"No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, Mr. Chen, I'm afraid you'll find it difficult to defeat a thousand men, and you'll eventually run out of strength, won't you?"