Chapter - 442 The Brides Pale Arms Parts the Red Clothing (17) (1/2)

One of the foreign monks clasped his palms and bowed, while saying, ”Xiao Seng receives the Prince's order to accompany Junzhu return to the Palace.”

”What are you doing here?” Zhao Min asked.

”Junzhu is injured,” the foreign monk replied, ”The Prince is very concerned; he ordered Xiao Seng to take Junzhu home.” While speaking, he lifted up a mobile communication device in his hand.

Zhao Min understood that her brother had sent a text message to their father via his device, and so their father must have dispatched these foreign monks to intercept them. ”Where is my Father?” she asked.

The foreign monk replied, ”The Prince is waiting at the foot of the mountain. He is anxious to see the condition of Junzhu's injury.”

Zhang Wuji knew too much talking would not do them any good; he strode forward straight toward them, while shouting loudly, ”If you want to live, quickly move aside. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless.”

Two foreign monks stepped forward side by side, they both stretched out their right palms pushing against Zhang Wuji's chest. Zhang Wuji's left hand made a turn in a pulling and pushing action, he sent the two monks' palms strength back.

The two foreign monks cried out together, ”Ami amihong, ami amihong!” It sounded like they were chanting an incantation, or it could be that they were cursing.

Zhao Min was not willing to be overdone; she also shouted, ”Ami amihong yourself!”

'Tap, tap, tap!' the foreign monks took three steps back. Two other foreign monks behind them stretched out their right palms to stop the first two monks' backs, and pushed them forward again.

These two foreign monks kept using the same stance from the 'pai shan zhang' ['row of mountains' palm].

Zhang Wuji was not willing to fight them strength with strength and thus waste his energy; so he launched the Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi to divert the monks' force away. To his surprise, as his fingers were barely touching the edge of those two monks' palms, he felt just like iron pulled by magnet, his fingers stuck firmly onto the monks' palms.

The two monks cried out again, ””Ami amihong, ami amihong!”

Twice Zhang Wuji tried to shake them off, but both times he failed. He had no choice but strike back with the Jiu Yang Shen Gong through his fingers. Surprisingly, he failed to push the two monks away. And then he saw that behind these two monks, the other twenty two monks arranged themselves in two rows, with each one's right palm on the back of the monk in front of him. Twenty four foreign monks lined up neatly in two rows.

Zhang Wuji suddenly remembered, ”I have heard Tai Shifu [great master – referring to Zhang Sanfeng] said that in the martial art world of India there is a technique to combine power. These twenty four foreign monks are combining their strength to fight my palms. Even if my internal strength were stronger, I still cannot defeat the combined power of these twenty four men.”