Martial Boss Chapter 275

Although the thoughts of Kukai were not obvious enough to show on his face, Kiyoharu caught the extremely strong emotion with his “Turtle Mirror” and naturally guessed what he was thinking.

In terms of power alone, a simple “Crossing the Eight Directions” could not have reached this level. But it was different when Qing Yu had used the ‘Hundred Steps Flying Sword’ before this.

The vertical and horizontal swords of the Ghost Valley School, one vertical and one horizontal, are distinctly different, yet they also intersect. There must be a point where the vertical and horizontal lines intersect, a point that connects the vertical and horizontal swords into one.

Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie were able to merge their swords because they practised the same sword technique and could become one.

From the beginning, Qingyu intended to kill all five of them, which is why he did not use the more powerful, but less extensive, combination of “Hundred Steps Flying Sword” and “Flying Immortal in the Sky”.

Instead, he used the simple “Hundred Steps Flying Sword”. Then, after killing the two of them with his sword, he turned all the momentum he had accumulated in his “Hundred Steps Flying Sword” into “Crossing the Eight Directions”, and used this move to its fullest extent.

That was why this sword, after killing four people, had not lost its power and posed a death threat to Kong Hai.

This sudden appearance of the withered figure had also seen this, which was why he had crashed through Khang Hai and caught this move.

If not, even if Empty Sea had tried his best, he would have been defeated by this sword.

Of course, although he was clear about everything, Qing Yu had no intention of explaining for his enemy.

Now, Qing Yu’s attention was no longer on Empty Sea, but on the withered figure who had blocked the sword for Empty Sea.

It was a middle-aged man, and although he looked withered and thin, as if he was dying of old age, Qing Yu’s ”Heavenly Son Lookout Technique” was able to see through the vibrant vitality under his withered appearance.

‘An ascetic?’ With the Golden Wheel Dharma King’s memory of Tantric Buddhism in mind, Qingyu guessed.

An ascetic monk was a monk who practised asceticism as a means of cultivation. This kind of monk either drained his vital energy early in his ascetic practice and died early.

Either that, or they gain true knowledge during their asceticism, and no matter how strong they are, they are all very difficult to deal with.

And this withered figure was clearly the latter. The seemingly dry and feeble body was harder than gold and iron, yet it had a toughness that gold and iron did not have.

At least, ordinary gold and iron could not stop Qing Yu’s “Crossing the Eight Directions” move just now.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at this Tantric monk who looked like an ascetic and said, “What is your name, monk?”

“I am Yuan Zhen.” His voice was hoarse and weak, as if he was about to die at any moment.

But please, you have to act like you are about to die. He lowered his hands, which were folded in front of his chest, and the sword just left only a shallow scratch on them, not even blood.

Who would believe such a fierce monk who said he was going to hang?

“Oh, Master Yuan Zhen,” laughed Qing Yu, “Master is so strong in his external strength.”

Yuan Zhen was quiet and did not say anything.

“Master is so strong, why didn’t you just come out to save the remaining four?”

Yuan Zhen remained silent, like a clay statue, his eyes slightly closed, and his mind was also a well of peace, and the “tortoise mirror” did not reflect the slightest emotion.

“Master, this monk, Khong Hai, is probably blaming you for not saving him?” Qing Yu still chattered on.

“Master, you can’t keep us.”

Yuan Zhen finally spoke out, saying only one sentence, but causing Qing Yu to suddenly lose his voice.

‘This monk, he is a clear-eyed person.’ Qing Yu said secretly in his heart.

Just now, it seemed that he had been talking nonsense, but in reality, Qing Yu had been using the ‘Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique’ in an attempt to find out Monk Yuan Zhen’s weakness and kill him.

Unfortunately, the ancient well of Yuan Zhen’s heart did not make the slightest ripple, and his seemingly old and decrepit body was only an appearance. Like a tree that has been struck by lightning but is still alive, it appears to be withered and decaying, but in fact it has hidden life. When the time comes, the dead tree will spring back to life.

And when the time comes, it should be the time to break through to the True Dan realm.

Qing Yu could see that the years of asceticism had made Monk Yuan Zhen’s spirit incredibly tough and his physique and true qi had been honed to the extreme, but he had prematurely lost his vital energy.

At this moment, Monk Yuan Zhen was using a martial art similar to the “Kure Rong Zen Kung Fu” to preserve his vital energy, so that when he broke through, he could liberate it all together and break through at the peak of his essence and energy.

In other words, the monk who blocked the sword qi was not at his peak yet, but at his prime, when he was at his peak. This was an expert who was at the peak of the Divine Origin realm.

“Amitabha Buddha, what if we add the poor monk?” Out of the shadows, a figure turned up and another monk appeared.

‘Shi Jue?’ Beneath the bronze mask, Qing Yu’s brows knitted lightly.

‘What is this monk doing here?’

”And ——”

Qing Yu’s eyes looked around and found no other monks in sight, Shi Jue had come alone.

“What, the ‘Little Buddha’ Shi Jue, the most outstanding of the young generation of the Great Zen Temple, also wants to get involved with Gong Zi Yu, who has his hands full of blood?” Empty Sea spoke out in a sneer.

“Or rather, you have colluded with each other long ago.”

“I’m also curious, Monk Shi Jue, why are you helping me now when we fought not long ago?” Qing Yu said.

When Shi Jue heard this, he still looked solemn with his precious face, lowering his eyebrows and eyes, as if he could not bear to see the corpse-strewn scene here, and gently shook his head, “The poor monk has already said what happened last time, and left that karma to be decided by Master Gong Zi Yu. This time, I have come for another cause and effect.”

As he said this, Shi Jue’s head turned in the direction of Empyrean Sea, still with his brows lowered and eyes downcast, but Empyrean Sea felt that he was gazing straight into his eyes.

“Poor monk has been taken care of by Senior Brother Shiyi since childhood, and since Senior Brother died at the hands of Empty Sea, as a junior brother, I naturally need to avenge Senior Brother Shiyi, so today, it is better for Empty Sea to stay.”

Surprisingly, Shi Jue’s reason was to avenge Shiyi’s death, rather than mentioning the more lofty reason of the struggle between Zen and secret.

Qing Yu had only met the monk called Shi Yi twice, once for the first time and once before Shi Yi’s death, but he had never thought that Shi Yi and Shi Jue would have such a relationship.

However, these words drew an even more mocking remark from Kong Hai, “Is that why you want to work with Gong Zi Yu, a bloodied a*sa*sin leader, to avenge Shi Yi? The people of the Zen sect are really people who seek fame and are not worthy of studying Buddhism.”

With his arms wide open, Empty Sea bellowed, “Look at the scenes around here, these are all caused by the Green Dragon Society, and Fort Qian Gong has suffered heavy casualties in just under half an hour. If we are defeated, the lives of thousands of people in Qian Gong Fort will be at the whim of Gong Zi Yu, the executioner.”

“Thousands of lives, and if they die, you, Shi Jue, will not be able to get away with it.”