125 The Exquisite Game at its Last Stages (1/2)

When Happy was invited by Master Xuan Kong into the inner room to speak about the concepts of Zen meditation, the self-proclaimed Seventeen Swordsmen of Yan Mountains finally found the dilapidated and small temple after wandering about the mountains. They wanted to enter inside it, so they started a small conflict with Master Zhi Heng, who was tasked to maintain the peace and quiet in the temple.

Normally, they would not dare to easily offend NPCs, because in World of Martial Arts, NPCs that were beyond safe zones had differing strengths. Only businessmen with small businesses and farmers were not included in that. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

”Master!” Yan Mountain Tiger, who was the leader, used a mild tone and tried his best to appear extremely cordial. His smile made him look harmless. ”Do not worry, we do not harbor any ill will. We only want to borrow some light and enter the temple to sit.”

”Amitabha!” Zhi Heng was not a person who was easily convinced. When he heard their words, he placed his palms together and said, ”Patrons, our temple is dilapidated and small. We also prefer silence, so I am afraid that we cannot accommodate so many people. Besides, there are many inconveniences when you come and visit us so late at night. Please leave.”

The group was rendered speechless. They cast each other a glance, then, they scowled.

The map had shown them clearly that the brocade box was in the temple that was thirty-two feet away from them. This meant that the person and item were definitely right before them.

Hence, no matter how dangerous the temple was, they absolutely had to enter it.

Yan Mountain Tiger cast his companions a glance. Two people at the back of the group swiftly merged into the darkness and went around the monk toward the temple.

”Why must you do such a thing?”

After releasing a heavy sigh, without a single change in his expression, Zhi Heng flicked his wrist gently, and a powerful gust of wind instantly charged forward. It blew at the grass, and grunts rose from the darkness to the left and right of the temple. Then, the sounds of heavy objects falling on the ground could be heard.

The people who stood in the light did not know what had happened. They sent two people to go and check, only to discover that their two companions who had intended to scale the walls and enter from the sides had a very clear black palm print on their chests. The blood at the corners of their lips had already dried up, since they had died on the spot.

”He killed Sixteenth and Thirteenth!”

When the two returned and reported their findings to Yan Mountain Tiger, the group became enraged. They drew their weapons and got ready to fight. They longed to attack immediately and tear the monk who had killed their companions apart.

”Don't.”

Yan Mountain Tiger raised his hand and stopped his brothers from acting rashly. He sized up the area with an incredibly grim and cautious look.

Monk Zhi Heng had his eyes shut, and he recited the Rebirth and Release Mantra nonstop. Even if he was surrounded by a group of people armed with weapons, he did not show any signs of panic. His expression made it seem like all that had happened was unrelated to him!

”The monk is good, we can't butt heads with him.”

Yan Mountain Tiger might have thought that this matter was a little unbelievable, but there were plenty of things in the world of martial artists that were inconceivable, such as striking someone from the distance with a punch, the Throw Spirit Sphere, or even the hidden weapons that were very difficult to detect with the naked eye. All these things could allow someone to kill his brothers in one shot while the attacker did not even bat an eyelid. Of course, the prerequisite for it was that the monk before him was a very powerful fighter who had decided to live in seclusion!

If that was truly the case…

When he thought of this, Yan Mountain Tiger could not help but suck in a breath and take half a step backwards.

Someone behind him swiftly spoke up. ”Big brother, are we really just going to let this slide? If we die once, we will have our abilities drop by 20%. Sixteenth and Thirteenth will need around a month before they can fully recover.”

”Third, do you have a better way? Do you want more of our brothers to die? He's just an NPC. If we have anyone to blame, then we can only blame ourselves for having poor judgment when it comes to gauging someone's skill level,” Yan Mountain Tiger said with a grave tone.

He then cast a cold and fierce glance at Third, who had been the one to speak. Third froze and did not say any more.

Yan Mountain Tiger's anger did not fade. His gaze went past Monk Zhi Heng, and he scrutinized the walls of the dilapidated temple. He then let out a cold snort from his nose.

”He only knows how to hide! I refuse to believe that he can hide in this stupid temple for his entire life!”

The group swiftly sank into the darkness in the forest.