Chapter 362

Scrape!

Two Vajra monks and five Arhat monks stood up pushing their chairs. Their massive frames and solid builds were like Mount Tai. But to the young men whose eyes had already turned, nothing was visible. The young men’s eyes became blood-red with killing intent.

In An Ryeong’s view, the situation wasn’t bad.

Until just before, Shaolin Temple had numerical superiority, but now the situation had changed to everyone forming a common alliance attacking Shaolin Temple. It was a one-versus-many fight, and with many shield-bearers swept up in Soul Bewitching Dance, it was worth attempting.

Then a Vajra monk lifted and held Mu-gak from the palanquin. Struggling to tilt his twisted neck sideways, Mu-gak clicked his tongue.

“Foolish sentient beings.”

Namgung Geol’s, Im Yi-eon’s, and Yuk Ha-seon’s eyes lit up.

Mu-gak was moving!

Im Yi-eon narrowed her eyes and gripped her sword tightly, while Namgung Geol also lowered his stance preparing to leap.

At the same time, Ham-geun also opened his eyes. Purple aura shone brilliantly. When he flicked his thumb, about one joint’s worth of sword was drawn from the sheath he held in his arms.

Clang!

As if reading the martial artists’ thoughts, five Arhat monks and one Vajra monk stood like a screen blocking in front of Mu-gak.

“Uwaaaah!”

“Hiyaaah!”

The young men charged forward swinging all sorts of weapons.

The Vajra monks and Arhat monks clothed their bodies in armor with Iron Shirt technique and threw punches at the young men.

Crack, snap.

The young men hit by Shaolin Temple’s monks had their heads split and bones broken. Still, the young men only continued charging like moths to flame. They trampled over the fallen and climbed over them to attack again.

Meanwhile, the Vajra monk holding Mu-gak stomped down hard.

Thud!

The Vajra monk holding Mu-gak leaped up powerfully and went straight over the young men’s heads.

“Huh!”

It was a completely unexpected movement.

The Vajra monk actually leaped into the middle of the young men. Though the young men’s eyes were blood-red as they wildly swung weapons at the Vajra monk, he deflected all the blades with Iron Shirt technique.

Clang! Clang clang!

This made it awkward for Im Yi-eon, Namgung Geol, Ham-geun and others to attack. Since Mu-gak had leaped among the young men, the young men were actually becoming Mu-gak’s shields.

The Vajra monk holding Mu-gak knelt down while being beaten. Countless blades poured down on his head and back.

Suddenly the air inside the inn became very heavy, feeling like sticky swamp mud was completely filling and flowing.

Soon the swamp mud began condensing in one place. It swirled toward one spot like a whirlpool.

It wasn’t an illusion. The young men’s clothes and hair were actually fluttering as if being sucked toward the Vajra monk’s direction, precisely toward Mu-gak being held by the Vajra monk.

Whooooom!

The whirlpool became increasingly intense. Clothes fluttered wildly as the young men began being dragged toward Mu-gak.

With grinding sounds, tables, chairs and other furnishings in the inn were dragged along too.

Mu-gak and the Vajra monk were instantly covered by young men and became invisible. A small hill made of people formed in the center of the inn.

Namgung Geol fixed his feet to the floor with Thousand Pound Drop to avoid being dragged and bulged his eyes.

He strained his eyesight to the maximum trying to see Mu-gak’s movement through gaps in the young men covering Mu-gak and the Vajra monk. For a moment, he saw Mu-gak’s right arm emerge from the Vajra monk’s embrace through the young men’s legs.

Mu-gak’s twisted arm, his index finger protruded forward and touched the floor.

Namgung Geol shouted.

“Everyone be careful!”

The air inside the inn suddenly became still.

The remaining Vajra monks and Arhat monks suddenly turned their bodies backward, spread Iron Shirt technique and crouched.

An Ryeong wondered what was happening and opened her eyes wide.

“Huh?”

Suddenly the air inside the inn violently fluctuated.

And an explosion occurred.

“BOOOOOOM!”

Due to the explosion starting from Mu-gak, all the young men gathered around were blown in all directions.

Im Yi-eon, Namgung Geol and others either caught and dropped the flying young men or dodged. Several young men flew past them and crashed into walls.

Ham-geun used Grappling technique to catch young men flying toward So-min, changed their direction and threw them away to prevent harm to So-min.

Bang! Crash!

The young men and furnishings inside the inn tangled and broke in chaos. Railings broke and stairs were destroyed.

Shake shake.

Like an earthquake, the inn’s pillars shook and the upper floor and roof vibrated greatly.

The Vajra monk stood up holding Mu-gak.

Only the floor where he stood was intact. The rest of the floor was all cracked and burst, deeply dented.

Dozens of young men spread out like an open fan in all directions from Mu-gak and the Vajra monk holding him, sprawled out and rolling around.

The young men’s condition was miserable.

“Ugh…”

“Uuugh…”

Arms and legs were broken and bent in abnormal directions, and bodies were pierced by broken wood fragments, covered in blood.

There were quite a few young men whose heads were burst or ribs collapsed and internal organs ruptured, making their life or death uncertain.

Mu-gak had swept them all away at once without considering the young men’s life or death at all!

About ten or so young men who were lucky to be unharmed remained, but they were all trembling with dazed faces. They couldn’t even think of running away and just sat among their dead or injured comrades.

Mu-gak said.

“One moment has passed.”

Namgung Geol frowned and said.

“Your hand was too heavy against innocent children who know nothing!”

“Did you expect the consideration of lion’s roar?”

Mu-gak asked back and laughed while chattering his teeth.

“That’s the Embracing Sect’s way. This is the Breaking Sect’s way.”

An Ryeong’s expression became dismal.

“Even so, this is a bit… too much.”

“When a typhoon blows, even deep-rooted trees are swept away. How much more so are the chaff naturally swept away. The traces of destruction and the chaff are not important. What’s important is the typhoon’s path.”

Mu-gak commanded the Vajra monk.

“Recite!”

The Vajra monk holding Mu-gak looked at each martial artist one by one with an expressionless face and said:

“Disaster Sword Guest Namgung Geol’s Heaven Sky New Sword.

Sword Empress Im Yi-eon’s Swallow Brave Slanted Cliff Sword.

Plum Blossom Swordsman Ham-geun’s Plum Blossom Three Excellences.

Red Flower Immortal Yuk Ha-seon’s Pressing Nail Blade.

So-bong An Ryeong’s Seven Martial Techniques.”

Mu-gak said.

“You must have thought that would be enough to face me. But I’ll make you clearly realize today how foolish that thought was.”

Shadows fell over the faces of the martial artists whose names were called. Shaolin Temple knowing their martial backgrounds was a manifestation of confidence that they had ways to respond.

Yuk Ha-seon picked up a blade that had fallen on the floor.

“Though I deliberately carried a sword, it’s useless.”

Yuk Ha-seon carried a sword and used poison, but her actual greatest technique was blade methods.

An Ryeong was the same. When actively operating in the martial world, she had used weapons like swords or blades.

So some had speculated whether An Ryeong had learned the government’s Six Martial Techniques. Six Martial Techniques were government martial arts dealing with spears, blades, staffs, shields, etc. But Seven Martial Techniques had one more added – it was imperial palace martial arts.

Terrifying divine strength and White Hand Style that strangled people to death barehanded based on that divine strength.

During times when internal conflicts within the imperial palace were extreme, it was martial arts used to kill people silently without spilling blood or leaving traces. What she used to kill the Vajra monk was precisely Hundred Hand Style.

If they knew that much, all her cards were revealed. An Ryeong clicked her tongue and made cracking sounds while clenching and unclenching her fists.

Then suddenly remembering something, she asked.

“Wait a minute. But why is there no mention of Poison Dragon?”

The Vajra monk’s gaze turned toward Jin Ja-gang.

The martial artists unconsciously focused on Jin Ja-gang. Indeed, what would the Vajra monk say about Jin Ja-gang?

What was known in the martial world was that Jin Ja-gang used poison and hidden weapons, especially techniques mainly utilizing Soul Seizing Thread. But the original source martial arts hadn’t been revealed.

The Vajra monk said.

“Yunnan Medicine Sect.”

Mu-gak continued the rest.

“…among many others.”

It meant not unified martial arts from one school, but that he had learned martial arts miscellaneously.

Since Jin Ja-gang always fought opponents stronger than himself, he couldn’t use one as his main technique. He had to use the most appropriate martial art according to circumstances. Rather, that had become Jin Ja-gang’s identity now.

Clap, clap, clap.

Jin Ja-gang applauded.

“Shaolin Temple really knows a lot.”

The Vajra monk turned his body so Mu-gak could see Jin Ja-gang.

Mu-gak laughed while chattering his teeth with his twisted neck.

“There’s nothing under heaven that Shaolin doesn’t know.”

But Jin Ja-gang sneered at those words.

“Ah, is that so?”

“What do you mean?”

Jin Ja-gang answered word by word.

“Right-eous Law Prac-tice!”

The martial artists looked back and forth between Jin Ja-gang and Mu-gak wondering what he meant. Mu-gak also asked curiously.

“What are you trying to say?”

“If there are rotten fruits on a tree, you just need to remove the rotten fruits. If there are rotten branches, you just need to cut off the rotten branches. If there are rotten roots, you just need to cut out the rotten roots.”

Jin Ja-gang continued.

“Yet what’s the reason for pulling up the entire tree? What’s the reason for embarking on righteous law practice while enduring others’ criticism?”

Jin Ja-gang’s sneer deepened.

“In the end, it’s because you couldn’t find the rotten parts. Isn’t that right?”

Mu-gak’s face reddened. At a glance it seemed like anger but also looked like an embarrassed expression.

Jin Ja-gang pressed once more.

“The Embracing Sect failed so the Breaking Sect stepped forward… Isn’t that ultimately because the Breaking Sect stepped forward since the Embracing Sect couldn’t find the rotten parts?”

Mu-gak suddenly laughed loudly.

“UHAHAHAHA!”

The lion’s roar filled with internal energy made the groans of young men collapsed on the floor even more severe.

“Ughhh.”

“P-please save me…”

But Mu-gak paid no attention and shouted at Jin Ja-gang. His face was red but his twisted mouth was smiling.

“You fellow! You’re truly an interesting fellow! Seeing you lead me with provocation tactics, you seem to have something curious. Just one! I’ll allow just one question before you die!”

Jin Ja-gang asked as if he’d been waiting.

“Shaolin Temple… how much do you know?”

Mu-gak’s eyebrows contorted.

“We know almost everything.”

“Almost everything?”

It was a subtle nuance.

Mu-gak smiled with a grotesque face.

“Right. But we don’t know the crucial thing.”

Namgung Geol, Im Yi-eon, Ham-geun and others looked at Jin Ja-gang. Jin Ja-gang seemed to know more than they did.

Jin Ja-gang nodded as if that was enough.

“Then depending on circumstances, this time you could also stop righteous law practice.”

“Can you do it?”

“We’ll have to try to know.”

“The only way to stop righteous law practice is to remove the cause, boy. But can you do what Shaolin couldn’t? What even the Alliance Leader couldn’t do?”

An Ryeong shouted.

“What are you talking about right now?”

Mu-gak raised his trembling finger to point at Jin Ja-gang.

“Prove it…”

Jin Ja-gang nodded.

“I’ll show you.”

Mu-gak laughed with chattering sounds.

“If you can’t prove it, you’ll crawl to King of Hell with just your chin, without arms or legs.”

What Mu-gak said next was directed at the other martial artists including Jin Ja-gang.

“Now, let’s all go meet Buddha.”