Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Episode 123

A missing piece.
Tattered wrists.
A searing pain that makes you break out in a cold sweat.
Bloodshot eyes that threatened to burst open with a groan.
Still, there was only one reason to bite down hard on my lower lip and hold it all in.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
She didn’t want to show weakness in front of the smirking man.
If I let out a groan, I’d really be giving in to this man.
I felt like I was admitting that this was all I could do, even though I was a pillar of Shaolin and competed under the name of Eighty-Nine Han.
It’s his pride, his determination not to tarnish the name of Shaolin, that keeps the youngest of the eighteen, on his feet.
“The Arahan Divine Right. It’s a rare and rare kung fu art, I’m sure. It’s as good as I’ve heard. If you’ve mastered it, you’ll be in the category of geniuses.”
The corners of his mouth lifted, his gaze darting around the room.
“How pleasant, how easy it was to see the world from the perspective of a genius. Others would have toiled for days and days to reach your small realization. You would have been the master of the world, living in an unfair world. But what can you do about it?”
At the gaze of one whose battle was already over, a gaze that was languid and even bored, each of them felt their own mouths tasting of blood.
“Even you couldn’t touch a hair on my head.”
Gakwang gritted his teeth and used his relatively intact right hand to grab his tattered left wrist. The bones had crumbled to powder. But he couldn’t give up now.
Tsk. Tsk. Ding.
I set the remaining bones together. The more force I exerted on my tattered wrist, the more indescribable pain shot through it. It was a dizzying pain that made me break out in a cold sweat. He could only squeeze his eyes shut in the face of the one-dimensional pain that even his solid body, which could rival that of a golden immortal, could not recover from.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. If you don’t win, Sungshan will kick you out. He has no mercy for you. Go tell him, Huiyan. If you do, I will recognize you as a man of courage. A man full of courage.”
“Go!”
The messengers from each side cut off the sarcasm.
Kugukuk.
“Bullshit!”
I clench my fists so hard that blood seeps through my knuckles.
“I-mu-mu-mi-ta-bul! Why would Zhang Wen-yin cast me out? The Songshan is the mother who carried me, the Shaolin is the father who raised me. I cannot forgive you for speaking such nonsense!”
He forced himself to focus on the faintly spreading pain. His left arm was filled with the unwavering, unyielding physical and mental strength of the Shaolin. At the same time, my left arm stabilized my center, just the right distance apart from my legs and in time with my stride.
Shaolin martial arts, the beginning of which is immobility.
Also, all power comes from an unwavering center.
Woof!
The figure of the golden Buddha expanded in size, filling the room behind him.
To everyone’s amazement, its eyes and hands began to multiply in number.
Thousands and thousands.
Dozens of eyes.
Hundreds of palms.
Thousands of half-open eyes.
That’s another of Shaolin’s seventy-two festivals.
“……Certainly.”
Mo Yongyan’s expression hardened. For the first time, the aura of the perm that made his skin tingle, and then the aura of the Buddha’s anti-magic aura.
It was enough to wipe out all the deep-rooted malice within him, even if he wasn’t a martial artist.
“I can’t let this happen.”
Mo Yongyan held up a pair of swords, one katana and one halberd, just like Mo Yonglu.
“I didn’t think so, but it’s quite good.”
He looked at the countless palms of the Buddha falling from the sky.
“I wonder what kind of expression you’ll have.”
Yikes.
I just smiled.
* * *
One of the Heavenly Water Guan Yin’s swords immediately slashed at each of their jaws. Their heads snapped up and snapped back, and the next palm struck Ming Qi, then their shoulders, then their sides.
It never stopped. The countless strokes he had performed for Mo Yongyan had been returned to him. Nothing could break a man’s spirit more than to be defeated by his own martial arts.
Even the most steadfast of allies were crumbling before his eyes.
He, too, was immobile.
His whole body was beaten by countless palms.
How could this be.
How could such an extraordinary martial art.
The entire world trembled at the efficacy of such a martial art that shattered all the bases and shook up reason and mystery.
But that was about to change.
Pfft!
It meant letting down your guard. His mind foggy, his body crumbling, his own kung fu feeling weak.
He lost his will and stumbled backwards, almost falling miserably out of the competition.
“Ouch! Nu, someone save me……!”
“Ugh, float, fall!”
Huang Tianhuo’s new type moved, trying to catch him in a single bound.
However.
The intangible energy that was being pushed back made Huang Tianhu feel like he was being blocked by a transparent wall. Realizing where the power originated from, he glared at it.
“Not fair. It’s not fair to interfere in a match that isn’t over yet. I haven’t even heard the outcome yet.”
It was too late, the exchange of words had caused each of them to drop from the unarmed without delay.
“Hey.”
A single word, and Gakbang’s unconscious body fell.
“Do something.”
The young man’s voice came from above, surrounding Gakwang as he continued to climb. His movements were like a fresh bird playing in the air.
“Ohhh…….”
“Huh, flying through the air!”
“Void!”
“Isn’t it the Feng Gong Heavenly Emperor!”
“No, it’s not, it’s the Yunlong Great Eight Formation!”
The movements that the young man made were short, but mysterious enough to be imprinted on everyone’s minds, and then the young man .
He was as much in the spotlight as Mo Yongyan, standing unarmed on the ground.
“Isn’t he the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace?”
“How far is he looking, surely he’s not far away?”
“He’s the one who will lead the next Zheng Sect, no doubt about it!”
Thousands of people who recognized him scratched their heads, expecting some sort of emotion to be revealed if he had risen to this level regardless of his ties to the various factions.
But no.
He was not angry.
Anger.
Or.
Cold bloodedness.
Or cold killing.
It had a look in its eyes that was none of those things.
It was like.
“But why is he looking at me like that?”
“What’s wrong with your eyes?!”
“As if…….”
One of the hostesses spoke up cautiously, with a nervous look on her face.
“Isn’t it as if you’re feeling pity……?”
The young man’s eyes focused on the others. Was it really like that.
“Fuhat. Are you giving me that look?”
Mo Yongyan looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. How dare you show such a look in front of me.
The young man naturally generated aura as he hemostaticized each of their bodies, letting it seep in. At least they won’t die from this.
Once he was protected and nursed back to health, he would be his old self again, for he was a strong man.
“Do you think he will recover easily? No, never. He will not recover.”
Mo Yongyan spoke his words as if they were a declaration, and his expression was resolute.
“Do you know what it means to face my own martial arts as it is? It’s like facing one’s own self. It’s like facing yourself. It’s a pain that seems to go on forever, and when you wake up, you’ll be drowning in the memory of it. I fell in love with coinage and pushed myself to extreme…….”
Mo Yongyan was intoxicated by his words and opened her mouth to speak, but the corners of her mouth twitched at the young man’s gaze. His eyes still looked uneasy.
She was about to say something,
“I can only feel sorry for you for being so filthy at your age. I can’t help but pity you.”
“Scandalous……?”
Mo Yongyeon’s face stiffened at the insult she had never heard before.
“What is your position in the Mo Yong Clan that makes you so old, oh, excuse me for saying this.”
Tsk.
Mo Yongyan’s expression twisted like a piece of broken glass.
The only thing she could think of was her own stain.
It took her a long time to show her face like this. Before she looked at Ji Tianming, she hadn’t made a name for herself in the strongholds, and she still occupied the position of the Mo Yong family patriarch. Unlike those in other families, who have quickly ascended to the position of patriarch and solidified their roles.
But what does it matter?
This is the place where he will break all history and become a new great man, starting with his own ascension to the top of the Zheng Clan.
It’s called waiting.
“I will become the greatest in the world. And again……!”
Mo Yongyan’s gaze reached the end of the line.
It was Princess Joo Young Young. She shuddered, as if she had goosebumps at the sight of her.
She would take the princess and become the next in line to the throne. That was the plan.
“This is why I don’t want them in the corner of the room. How dismal. No matter how insignificant they are, they’ve managed to outdo a princess of flowery age by more than thirty years.”
The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace continued to speak harshly. Mo Yongyan had just blurted out her private plans in front of thousands of daoists.
“How can I not have compassion on you after your behavior? Look around this place.”
The gazes of the thousands of Dongtao turned cold. Their gazes were filled with disgust as they looked at Mo Yongxue.
“It’s filthy.”
“Is that really what you were thinking?”
“Perhaps it is treason.”
“Ew.”
The reactions around her baffled Mo Yongyeon. What is this.
Isn’t Kang Ho the strongest?
It’s not like the strong have everything.
The Kang-ho she knew was definitely like that, but why…….
“Win, win, win, and go all the way to the top, and achieve what you want, or else.”
The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace’s gaze swept from Mo Yongyan to Mo Yongbi.
“The Mo Yong Clan will be exterminated from that day forward.”
Mo Yongyan’s expression became contemplative. Where she turned her head with a choked expression, Mo Yongbi stood there with a distorted expression on her face.
She could feel her anger at how things had gone wrong when she could have become one of the top families in the future if she had kept her mouth shut.
Mo Yongyan was looking around with trembling eyes.
“Mo Yongxue, Mo Yongyan’s victory is over.”
Mo Yong-se’s irreversible fate had been decided.
It’s as if he’s one step closer to the final.
Just as the young man was one step closer to the immortalization.