On the 20th of August, the weather turned gloomy.
Jiangning's "Million Soldiers Arena" was filled with people. Lin Zongwu, who was dressed in a loose kasaya, had already stepped onto the arena. On the side of "Heavenly King Gao", it was not the strange-looking people from the Greenwood Forest, but a group of neatly dressed soldiers.
These soldiers went onto the arena one by one, using what the people from the Greenwood Forest saw as a clumsy fighting style to fight Lin Zongwu. Lin Zongwu severely injured the first person, and the other side carried the heavily injured person off the arena. The second soldier followed closely, and after the second soldier was heavily injured, it was the third soldier …
The entire atmosphere was solemn and oppressive. It was no longer as hot-blooded as it was on the day of the "Five Direction Arena". The soldiers went up one by one, fought with all their might, and were then carried off. Everyone seemed to be unafraid of death. On Lin Zongwu's side, after the initial words, he fell silent and fought with the soldiers on the arena one by one.
When the fight reached three to five people, many of the onlookers had already digested the cleverness and terror of Gao Chang's actions. Some of them praised him in private, while others said that Lin Zongwu's victory was unfair and that he was bullying the weak. However, when this kind of battle reached the tenth person, and then the tenth person, in the silence below the arena, there was a faint sense of respect for both sides of the battle.
Lin Zongwu's huge figure stood there. Although he was known as the world's number one in martial arts, he was, after all, old. When the soldiers on this side went on the arena, the first few people could say that he was bullying the weak, but as one after another soldiers went on the arena, fought, and fell — and the time he fought with each person was almost fixed. Often, he would let the opponent make a move, and after the people below the arena understood the demonstration, he would defeat the enemy with one palm — this kind of continuous cycle caused him to show an imposing manner like Mt. Tai. He looked up to the tall mountain, and his vigor would not fall.
Lin Zongwu had been preaching for half of his life, running all over the world, and encountered the most situations. Other than some indescribable b * tches who would take out two copper coins to humiliate him when he was at his peak, he did not care about other situations. Although Gao Chang's way of doing things was not bad, it could not be separated from the battle of martial arts. After all, it was his home ground.
Neither side said anything. If you want to come up one by one and "face death with equanimity", then so be it.
The huge figure stood in front of the stage, using his bare hands to deal with the young soldiers who came up with all kinds of weapons. From a few people to more than ten people, after continuously knocking over twenty people, the audience below the stage felt a thrilling feeling. However, Lin Zongwu did not show any signs of fatigue. Every time he knocked someone over, he just stood there with his hands behind his back, silently watching the other party carry the wounded away.
He did not say anything further. On Gao Chang's side, he could only send one soldier after another to be beaten.
Twenty-one, twenty-two … twenty-five, twenty-six … this number continued until thirty. When the thirtieth soldier was knocked to the ground, Lin Zongwu finally turned around and walked off the stage with his hands behind his back. In a deep voice, he said, "From now on, you are allowed to set up a ring."
Gao Chang's subordinate, who was in charge of watching the "Million Soldiers Arena", was originally a little complacent, but at this point, he was already covered in cold sweat. When he heard these words, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Below the stage, there was a wave of fanatical cheers. Some people praised Gao Chang's side for their amazing response. It was much better than Zhou Shang's side, who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Even more people praised Sect Leader Lin's extraordinary martial arts, and his response did not lose the domineering majesty of the "world's number one".
In the midst of such excitement, the news that Lin Zongwu would step onto the "Heavenly Treasure Stage" of Shi Baofeng in a few days spread.
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…
"Something bad is going to happen … something bad is going to happen …"
In the afternoon, the gloomy sky seemed to press down on the city.
On the streets and alleys of Jiang Ning City, rumors first spread for a while, then some stall owners began to close their stalls in the gloomy sky.
On the streets near the old house of the Su family, Xue Jin, who had not attracted much attention after begging for half a day, felt that something was wrong. He also whispered in the direction of "home". He picked up firewood along the way and returned to the bridge near the Five Lakes Inn. Only then did he feel a little more at ease.
"Something bad is going to happen … something bad is going to happen …"
He sat next to Yue Niang under the dim bridge, whispering. The sky outside the bridge was gloomy, as if it was about to darken.
In the lobby of the Five Lakes Inn, groups of Jianghu people came back from outside. They sat there and whispered about what had happened in the morning. Some of them gave some advice to the usually amiable boss. The boss here was carrying the banner of "Fair King" He Wen, but he had reinforced the doors and windows to prevent some bad things from happening.
In a small room on the second floor of the inn, Ning Ji was instructing the little monk to practice calligraphy on the table. The little monk held a brush and wrote "The Little Sage Equal to Heaven", Sun Wukong, crookedly on a piece of paper. The handwriting was very ugly.
"Master … only taught me how to read. I … I didn't practice much …"
Previously, when the two of them went out to help the weak, the little monk had blushed because of this. With his level of education, he could barely read. At most, he could only write his own name. Therefore, he felt very embarrassed in front of his new big brother. Ning Ji originally thought that he had caught a coolie who could write. Later, he found that he had to write another name for him. He was very sad and said, "Moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor must be developed in a balanced way …" and other strange words that the little monk could not understand.
It was worth mentioning that in the two days after they met, they had already taken down two small places under the name of "Yama King" Zhou Shang. They were not very skilled the first time, so they left after the fight. This morning, they finally left their names on the wall. They were "Long Aotian, the Chief of the Wulin World" and "The Little Sage Equal to Heaven", Sun Wukong. They added the words "Come here", which was very cool. It was their first successful cooperation.
The two of them worked at night and slept soundly on the same bed during the day, so they missed Lin Zongwu's fight in the morning. After waking up, the little monk was forced to practice calligraphy. Fortunately, although his calligraphy was bad, his attitude was sincere, which made the League Chief feel very gratified.
"It's always good to read more books!"
He walked around the little monk, who was immersed in calligraphy, and earnestly taught him the way his aunt taught him.
"Your master's vision is still a little shallow …"
"This character is written wrong, haha …"
The little monk nodded repeatedly.
This was called passing on the torch.
After teaching seriously for a while, Ning Ji went to the lobby to eavesdrop on all kinds of news. Near evening, he went to the kitchen to buy some cheap leftovers and sent them to the bridge by the river.
"Cripple, why are you back so early?"
"Something, something, something … something bad is going to happen …"
Xue Jin knelt to express his gratitude, and looked up at the lad who had brought him food recently, wanting to say something.
"Something bad is going to happen. Why don't you leave?"
"Leave …" Xue Jin's lips trembled. After a moment of silence, he looked back at the figure in the bridge and said, "I … can't leave …"
"Then you'd better hide well."
Ning Ji said no more. He stood up with a smile and took the empty bowl back to the innkeeper.
Not long after, night fell. The two youths ate dinner and chatted in low voices in the dark. After waiting for more than two hours, they put on their night clothes, covered their faces and bald heads, and snuck out of the inn.
Before midnight that night, the fight in the city had already begun.
With the whistle and gong of the law enforcement team under the command of "Long Xian", the thugs under the command of "King of Equality" Shi Baofeng and "King of Hell" Zhou Shang moved out almost at the same time, and went straight to "Turning Wheel King" Xu Zhaonan's territory. This time, Xu Zhaonan was well prepared. Two days earlier, he launched a counterattack against the fanatical believers who entered the city in large numbers, shouting "Divine protection" and "God bless the world".
In this atmosphere, Gao Chang, who had been beaten up by Lin Zongwu during the day, also had a few commanders take action in the city. They beat up Xu Zhaonan and Zhou Shang at the same time. Virtuous Dragon Fu Pingbo was the first to appear in an attempt to suppress the soldiers with the greatest destructive power. The situation in the city was already bustling.
At that moment, the five parties of the Party of Fairness finally took action.
Two shadows with high lightness skills ran in the dark of the noisy city, and they could see many disgusting things that they usually couldn't see.
They could see the entire process of some factions gathering in the dark, plotting, and then going out to kill and set things on fire.
They also saw the brothers fighting each other because they couldn't split the loot evenly after a round of looting.
They saw the members of the "King of Fairness" law enforcement team, who were maintaining order, being dragged into an alley and beaten to death by a group of people after they fell behind.
They also saw the women and children who were locked up in a dark courtyard in ragged clothes.
Some people who knelt and begged for mercy were put into sacks, while others laughed and threw the sacks into the river.
Some people were even thrown directly into the fire …
In this city, people like Xue Jin weren't the only ones suffering a tragic fate. When order disappeared, similar situations could be seen everywhere if one observed carefully. The two teenagers could feel anger, but other than anger, they could already suppress some of their emotions.
"Amitabha, I've never seen so many tragedies on my way south … Perhaps this is the scene in the Naraka Realm …" The little monk recognized what he saw, and thought that this might be the reason why his master wanted him to go to Jiangning. Compared to this place, some of the things he saw in the land of Jindi were not worth mentioning.
"Hmph! The Party of Fairness isn't anything good! "Ning Ji maintained his usual opinion." Zhou Shang is the worst! I have to kill him. "
Based on these three nights of peeping, Zhou Shang's side was the worst of the five factions, the one with the most brutal methods. Their killing methods were the most vicious, and also the most bloody. Many of them didn't just want to kill their enemies, they had already begun to enjoy the pleasure of cruelty and abuse.
As for how to find Wei Yiwen, Ning Ji already had a simple plan after two days of observation.
That night, after a simple investigation, the two of them targeted a warehouse next to a small pier in the west of the city and launched an attack.
This warehouse currently belonged to a small leader under the command of 'Yama King' Zhou Shang. After the fire started that night, more than ten people were still left behind to defend the warehouse. Based on Ning Ji's observation, the leader of the other party was still in the warehouse, which meant that some important resources were indeed stored there.
At midnight, two figures descended on the courtyard behind the warehouse.
The chaos of the slaughter did not last long in this warehouse. When someone in the flames noticed the sudden attack of two figures, six of the Greenwood Forest people who were in charge of defending the warehouse had already been killed. Then, the two figures dashed into the flames of the night like fleas, often taking a life with a wave of their arms. Some of the torches in their hands were sent flying into the sky, but before they could land, others fell to the ground amidst hysterical roars, blood gushing out from their throats, waists, or thighs.
In such an operation, Ning Ji did not suppress his own skills. He used almost every method at his disposal to carry out the slaughter. As for his partner, the little monk, he usually appeared to be weak, but when he carried out an operation to 'kill the bad guys', he would use a small dagger to cut off the throat with every slash. This was a combat style that his master had specially designed for him at his age. Ning Ji agreed with it because when he was two years younger, Aunty Hong had designed a combat style for him that was basically the same.
When the small leader who was guarding the warehouse rushed out of the room with a long saber in his hand, he was snatched away and stabbed in the back. The long saber pierced through his abdomen and nailed him to the wall.
The courtyard was filled with blood. Someone was wriggling and moaning on the ground. The slightly shorter men in black scuttled into the warehouse and killed the remaining two minions. The taller man in black walked up to the small leader and reached out to touch his body.
"Sigh, your master's combat style is quite something …"
The small leader felt his chest being touched by the other party, and he could not tell what that undisguised croaky voice was saying.
"Ah, Amitabha …"
An even younger black-clothed man walked out. His eyes looked left and right, searching for any survivors. His tone was unexpectedly childish.
"You, you guys …" The small leader said with difficulty.
"Do you know your boss, 'Killer' Wei Yiwen?" the young man who was touching him asked.
"You guys … I …"
"We're looking for him. Do you know where he is?"
"I … f * ck …" Blood flowed out of his mouth.
"Forget it." The young man shook his head and took out some money from the small leader's body. He put it in his pocket, and then took out fireworks and other things that were used as a warning. "If you release these things, someone will come looking for you … You're bleeding a lot. Goku, torch."
The small leader was pinned to the wall and felt extremely weak. He then saw the little monk who said 'Amitabha' come over with a torch. The young man on the other side took out a … big writing brush.
Even though he felt that he was going to die, the small leader still looked at them with an incredulous expression. The young man put the brush on his mouth and the wound, and dipped it in thick blood. Then, the little monk raised the torch and asked the young man to write on the wall next to him. After the young man finished writing, it was the little monk's turn to write. No one knew what they were writing …
"The leader of the martial arts world, Long Aotian, and the Little Sage, Heaven's Equal, Sun Wukong, were here."
Long Aotian thought for a while after he finished writing that row of words. Then, he wrote the word 'Heavenly Assassins' at the back of the wall and asked the little monk to copy it. Soon, the words on the wall became:
"The leader of the martial arts world, Long Aotian, and the Little Sage, Heaven's Equal, Sun Wukong, were here. Killer, kill, kill, kill! "
After that, they searched the warehouse and released the eight scantily clad women who had been locked inside for an unknown period of time. Then, they searched and arranged the place. Finally, they took out the fireworks they found on a pile of corpses and opened them one by one.
That night, there were many scenes of fighting in the city, and fireworks were often shot up. However, there was suddenly a pile of fireworks here. The people who were previously under this warehouse rushed back first. Seeing the situation, they hurriedly called for help. Then, fifty to sixty machetemen came over, guarding a tall man on a horse. They entered the warehouse together and saw the scene of corpses everywhere and the message written on the wall.
The handwriting on the wall was obviously written by two people.
The two handwriting were different. One was crooked, and the other was childish and soft. The handwriting looked ridiculous at first glance, but the handwriting was written in blood. Their small leader here had been stabbed in the stomach and nailed to the wall next to the handwriting. Many corpses in the courtyard around them had their throats slit. This gave the whole scene a somewhat demonic atmosphere.
After the leader on the horse went in to take a look, he ordered his subordinates to patrol the surroundings.
In the darkness of the river bend not far from here, two figures were lying on the embankment, secretly watching everything. In the bushes not far away from them, there was even a wooden bucket filled with black powder that was stolen in a hurry.
"See, I told you that when a boss dies, his superior will come looking for him."
Long Aotian was very proud and imparted his life experience to his subordinates. "We wrote the Killer's name on the wall again. Of course, these bosses have to be reported one by one. Whether we follow him or capture him, we will be able to find some information."
"Brother Long is really amazing. I didn't think of this." The little monk praised sincerely. He opened his eyes in the darkness and observed the quality of the person on the horse. "This person's martial arts seems to be pretty good."
"Yes, but I don't know what level he is at … There are a lot of people, but it doesn't matter. We will follow them back later. Watch me blow up these bastards and capture him in the chaos …"
"Yes, yes." The little monk nodded. After a while, he said, "Brother Long, he, he is coming towards us. What should we do?"
"Oh?" Long Aotian, who was checking the quality of the explosives in the wooden bucket, turned his head.
The two figures looked at the tall horse that was coming towards them arrogantly.
"Brother, there are not many people around him …" The little monk shook his shoulder.
"I know …"
"Should we fight?"
"We are all roaming the world, we need to be patient …"
"Oh, okay …"
The two of them held their breaths.
After a while …
"Oh, there's a flaw …"
"This person has a big flaw …"
The two rookies in the darkness were at a loss.
…
Not long after, at a dark river bend not far from the warehouse, a subordinate of Yama was patrolling on the horse. A noose was thrown from the side and wrapped around his body. Two small black figures dragged the noose and suddenly rushed out of the darkness.
The general was dragged down from below and fell to the ground with a thud. Then, his entire body slid forward. The frightened warhorse let out a long neigh and galloped madly. The subordinates couldn't catch up in time and watched as the warhorse galloped forward. Of the two shadows that were pulling the rope, the taller one jumped onto the horse and cheered, "Got it!"
The smaller one also shouted, "Got him!"
The warhorse galloped forward. The leader of the King of Hell's subordinates was thrown off the riverbank and dragged up again. Just like that, he was dragged into the darkness of the night. Only then did the battle cries erupt from this side. A large group of people tried to chase after him … ….
…
At the same time, the evil Wei Yiwen, who didn't know that he was being targeted by a pair of rookies, was carrying out a big plan on the other side of the city.
That night, he launched another assault on the Chakra King's side on the Chakra King's side. But for him, the spectacular performances had nothing to do with the success or failure of the cause.
He sat in the dark attic and looked at the frail figure in the dilapidated courtyard below. This figure was called Miao Zheng. He fell into his hands one night a few days ago. Now, he had already figured out how to use the other party.
Miao Zheng's remaining two family members — his younger brother and son — were in the attic, staying in the same space as Wei Yiwen. Wei Yiwen's attitude was very kind from beginning to end.
"Don't worry. If he does his job well, all of you can live well."
After a while, what he wanted to do appeared.
A black figure appeared on the street outside and gradually walked over. Through the gap in the dilapidated courtyard, Miao Zheng, who was in the courtyard, could also see what was happening. His body trembled slightly.
"Didn't you say … it would be a woman?"
In the attic, Wei Yiwen asked in a low voice.
As if afraid of being affected by the encounter, the figure in the dark spoke from a distance, "I am An Xifu. I have come to see you on behalf of Siyi."
In the attic, Wei Yiwen's eyes lit up. He gently clasped his hands together and said in a low voice, "Alright."
In the distance, there were whistling arrows and fireworks rising. All kinds of killings were still going on. In the darkness surrounding this street, there were dozens and hundreds of figures surging over like soundless malice.
An Xifu walked forward slowly. The darkness was about to condense …
"Ah …" There was a sound.
Miao Zheng shouted.
In an instant, in that darkness, An Xifu's figure retreated like a black crow. In the attic, Wei Yiwen cursed and waved his hand. With a swoosh, he pulled out the long knife from the waist of his bodyguard. On the long street, near and far, the ambushers pushed aside their cover and surged out, covering the sky and covering the earth …
…
On the other side, the war horse galloped on the dark street for a while.
The small monk at the back was galloping madly while calling out to the person in front of him who was riding happily, "Big Brother, Big Brother, stop, stop …"
Long Aotian turned his head from the front. "What happened?"
The pursuers behind them were not too far away. He wanted to find a quiet place to interrogate the captive.
The small monk pointed at the person on the ground as he galloped along with the horse. "He, he was killed …"
"Ah?" Long Aotian stopped his horse and jumped down. He walked closer to take a look. The person's head was indeed bleeding. He must have accidentally hit a stone somewhere.
The two of them stood by the roadside and touched their chins. They were silent for a while. The sounds of the pursuit behind them became louder and louder.
"What should we do …"
"Who asked him to ride a horse …" Long Aotian was unhappy. He then waved his hand. "Forget it. Let's return him to them."
"What should we do next?"
"Next? We killed their boss at the beginning. This is their boss's boss. Hmm, their boss's boss's boss might come next. It might even be Wei Yiwen. "
"Let's wait for a while more?"
"That's right. We have to be more careful this time. We can't act recklessly …"
In the darkness, the two of them summed up their experience and learned their lesson. Long Aotian stretched out his leg and kicked the dead person on the ground. He sighed and felt slightly regretful.
Of course, when the pursuers caught up, the two of them had already disappeared.
That night, Wei Yiwen did not come. He only found out about what happened here the next morning.
The whole thing was chaotic and extremely f * cked up …
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