276 Encounter! (1/2)
”Judging by the looks of it, he has already headed further inside without touching the items in the halls located at the forks.”
”Thank goodness he didn't, or else we would have come in vain.”
”True.”
When the sects reached a side hall located at the third fork after they came out of the square-shaped hall, the thirteen monks equipped with Silver-spiked Staffs spoke to each other loudly while they dealt with the Shadow Warrior and two Cloning Ninjas who appeared in the side hall.
”But…”
”If we haven't been killed by those bastards who stole our tribute box from us, the thirteen of us would not have ended up in this state. Even if we couldn't compare to that person, we wouldn't need to waste so much time on these ninjas.”
When they mentioned their encounter at the foot of Mount Song, half of them became filled with indignation and grief, while the other half fell silent!
If they had retained the three tribute boxes, how would the thirteen staff-using monks be as they were right then? At least a few of them would have ended up on the Famous People Rank or Dragon Rank.
”That bastard better pray that I won't run into him in the future! Killing him only once will not let me get rid of the hate in me!”
Even as they spoke, they never slacked off in their teamwork. With the experience they had gained constantly fighting against the ninjas, they swiftly killed the Shadow Warrior and Cloning Ninjas, got the loot, turned around, and left.
There were not many side halls. They raced against time with hope that they could find more side halls so that they would not return empty-handed from their trip to the royal mausoleum.
However, when they arrived at the next fork, they heard the sound of fighting ahead of them. The noise was followed by Ouyang Qing's anxious roars.
”Retreat, we aren't his opponents! Don't engage him! We'll fight against him once the others arrive!”
A few players were screaming in pain in the distance.
A group of Wudang Sect disciples dressed in black and white Daoist robes retreated continuously from the fork. It seemed that they had encountered a powerful and terrifying enemy.
The expressions of Shaolin Temple's thirteen staff-using monks changed.
Even though the individual strength of each Wudang Sect disciple was not as great as any of the monks, their overall strength was pretty good, and their lightness skills were better than the monks'. If they lost and were forced to retreat so quickly, then did it mean that they had ran into Shadow Ninjas?!
”Our brothers from Wudang Sect, don't worry! We're here!”
The four sects could be said to be people who understood what was going on. They had formed an alliance to attack and defend together. When they saw that the Wudang Sect disciples were in danger, the thirteen staff-using monks lifted their Silver-spiked Staffs without hesitation and charged forward to provide support.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
Their footsteps were heavy, but they moved like the wind. They looked like Shaolin Temple warrior monks who had charged out of movies. They jumped high into the air and flew over the Wudang Sect disciples' heads. Their Silver-spiked Staffs brought with them a momentum that tore through the air, and they struck violently at the enemy who had been chasing after them...
'Huh?!'
What appeared before the thirteen staff-using monks' eyes was not a masked ninja dressed in black clothes and black pants nor was it the faint, illusory shadow belonging to Shadow Ninjas. They saw a ninja dressed head to toe in sparkling, golden armor. Even his head and legs were all decked in armor. He looked like a golden God of War.
'What is this thing?!'
”Careful! He's the Boss here! It's Ninja King!”
It was only at that moment that Ouyang Qing noticed the thirteen staff-using monks hurrying over to support them. He first relaxed before he cried out in fear. ”Don't get too close—”
'It's too late!'
The thirteen staff-using monks had thought that they were only facing a Shadow Ninja or Shadow Warrior when they engaged, and by the time they noticed what was going on, they could no longer stop themselves from moving forward.
A cold glare shone under the golden ninja's helmet, and he came to a swift stop.
Whoosh! WHOOSH!
Ninja King vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he was in between two airborne staff-using monks leading the charge. He smiled coldly and struck the duo's abdomens with two heavy blows.
Bang!
The two monks flew left and right before crashing into the sturdy walls of the tunnel. The huge force damaged their organs, and they coughed up blood as they slid to the ground.
”Save them!”
Ouyang Qing knew Ninja King's damage very well. When he saw that Shaolin Temple's staff-using monks were injured, he reacted straightaway. A few Wudang Sect disciples hoisted up the injured and dejected Shaolin Temple's staff-using monks before they tapped against the ground and retreated without any hesitation.
The eleven staff-using monks behind them had shock in their eyes.
They knew their companions' strength the best out of everyone else. If Ninja King could injure two of their own with just one punch and make them lose the ability to fight, then his strength…
'He's strong!'
Clang! Clang!
The staff-using monk who was the leader used the chance to quickly swing his staff at Ninja King.
A dull thud rose, but the blow dealt no more damage than an ant trying to shake a tree. Ninja King did not even move under the Silver-spiked Staff's powerful offense.
'No good!'
The staff-using monk pulled back and made preparations to retreat, but Ninja King had already closed in on him like the wind.
Bang!
He rammed his knee into the monk cleanly and beautifully. The monk was thrown high into the air, where he crashed into the ceiling, forming a shallow pit with cracks stretching out in all directions. He then crashed into the ground in a limp bundle.
Whoosh!
Once again, Ouyang Qing served as a fireman. He charged out of his group, grabbed the monk, and prepared to run.