Chen Zui flipped his wrist, and the shaft of his spear suddenly became as supple as a willow branch, tracing a bizarre arc in the air.
The spear tip flickered like a living serpent's head, swaying left and right in the firelight, making it impossible to predict where it would strike.
The Coiling Serpent Willow Spear was not as broad and grand as the Wind and Snow Night Return Spear.
It followed a path of soft, feminine cunning, focusing on using softness to overcome hardness and skill to break brute force.
It was most suitable for close-quarters combat.
Buddhist sects were always known for their external martial arts of golden skin and iron bones. Since this fat monk carried no weapons, he was likely no exception.
The evil monk clearly recognized the technique's nature and narrowed his eyes. “I underestimated you!”
Before his voice even faded, the fat monk raised both fists high and smashed them down heavily toward the top of Chen Zui’s head!
Just as those massive fists, wrapped in iron prayer beads, descended, Chen Zui suddenly moved.
The Dragon Roam movement technique was activated for the first time. He seemed to melt away from his original spot, appearing to the left of the Life-Severing Monk in the next instant.
Immediately, the spear tip thrust out diagonally from under his arm. The angle was as sharp as a venomous fang darting out of a snake’s hole, aimed directly at the tall monk’s ribs!
Unexpectedly, the evil monk’s reactions were also swift. His massive body surged forward instead of retreating, his bald head slamming into the spear tip!
The moment the spear tip collided with his forehead, a piercing metallic screech erupted within the temple.
Chen Zui felt a surge of immense force travel back through the spear shaft, numbing the web of his thumb and forefinger!
The red-tasseled spear tip was pressed against the monk’s head, causing the shaft to bend into a staggering arc, like a longbow!
This scene was truly unexpected.
Even Chen Zui hadn’t anticipated that the fat monk’s head would be this hard!
“Hahaha! Do you know why people call me the ‘Life-Severing Monk’? When I left the monastery to return to secular life, I used this head to shatter eighteen bronze bells. Is the spear in your hand as sturdy as a bronze bell?”
Chen Zui smiled slightly.
He took advantage of the momentum and relaxed his grip by half a degree.
In the next instant, the spear shaft snapped straight.
The rebound force caused the spear tip to slide across the Life-Severing Monk’s forehead, tracing an arc and kicking up a trail of sparks.
The fat monk endured the pain, stumbling back several steps before he could steady himself.
At the same time, a shallow white mark appeared on his bald head. Although the skin wasn't broken, a visible indentation remained, like an egg that had been pinched by a fingernail.
The Life-Severing Monk touched the white mark on his forehead, his expression darkening until it looked like it could drip ink.
“You’re looking for death!”
With that, he slammed his fists together and charged at Chen Zui like a wild bull!
The momentum of this charge was far more terrifying than before!
Everywhere he passed, his feet kicked two shallow pits into the green brick floor. The beams and pillars of the ruined temple groaned, and years of accumulated dust mixed with snow powder fell from the rafters.
Chen Zui remained calm and unhurried. With a shift of his feet, his figure became elusive once again.
Combining the Dragon Roam movement technique with the Coiling Serpent Willow Spear, he moved like a long snake gliding through the snow.
Every one of the tall monk’s charges missed by a hair's breadth, while Chen Zui’s spear tip always managed to strike from inconceivable angles, leaving one tear after another in the monk’s robes.
As the robes tore, patches of bronze-colored skin were revealed.
They were already covered in a crisscross of shallow, bloody gashes!
“What excellent spear technique!”
The female swordsman watched the battle intently, unable to stop herself from sighing in admiration.
She had been ready to draw her sword to assist him at any moment, but she hadn't expected that the notoriously evil Life-Severing Monk would be played like a toy by this man.
“How have I never heard of such a treacherous spear technique in the martial world?”
“And for someone so young to wield such a profound spear technique with such perfection, calling him a peerless genius wouldn't be an exaggeration.”
Filled with curiosity, the female swordsman began to study Chen Zui closely.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that beneath his unkempt appearance lay a face of extraordinary handsomeness.
“Heroine, why is your face so red?”
The thin beggar, who had long ago hidden beside the female swordsman to avoid being caught in the crossfire, asked in surprise.
The female swordsman gave him a cold glance.
“Look again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!”
The beggar shrunk his neck and turned his head back to watch the battlefield with interest.
By now, the long spear in Chen Zui’s hand was pointing straight at the tall monk’s throat!
Facing this strike, the evil monk finally didn't dare to take it head-on, barely managing to twist his body and dodge!
The spear tip grazed the side of his neck and pierced into the wall behind him!
Brick and stone fragments exploded, leaving a line of blood on his neck.
“Not good!”
Only then did the fat monk, forced into the corner, realize he had no way to retreat!
【Coiling Serpent Willow Spear, Third Style: Thousand Peak Rain】
Chen Zui smiled slightly. The spear shadows in his hands transformed into countless variations, descending upon the monk like a sudden downpour over a mountain range!
The Life-Severing Monk’s pupils shrank, and he was at a loss for what to do!
He realized he couldn't see where the spear tip was at all!
“First strike.”
“Second strike.”
“Third strike.”
“...”
Chen Zui called out the count softly as he struck.
As the number increased, the metallic clashing sounds of the spear tip hitting the monk’s bronze skin became denser and denser!
“One hundred and eight strikes.”
The spear shaft bypassed the fat monk’s desperate, struggling arms, flipping out from an utterly impossible angle to strike precisely at the center of his brow!
The tall monk stiffened instantly after that final strike!
A chill spread from his forehead through his entire body, colder than the snow outside the temple.
The battle was over.
The temple fell silent, save for the crackling of the fire.
Chen Zui retracted his spear and stood still.
Before him was a corpse riddled with holes like a hornet’s nest!
The beggar behind him walked over, and seeing the horrifying scene, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
“My goodness, that was a bit too brutal...”
The female swordsman also frowned slightly.
“Your actions are somewhat inconsistent with the ways of the righteous path.”
Chen Zui gave a light snort.
“Who told you I was a member of the righteous path?”
The female swordsman, however, refused to let it go.
“Even so, such conduct violates humanity and heavenly principles!”
“Dogshit humanity and heavenly principles. Save those words for the souls of the people murdered by this fat corpse!”
With that, Chen Zui turned around, returned to the fire, added some dry wood, and sat down to warm himself.
Faced with this retort, the female swordsman was left speechless. She stood there, barely suppressing the urge to draw her sword.
As soon as he sat down, the system prompt sounded in Chen Zui’s mind.
【Congratulations to the host for completing a meddling mission. Reward: 80 experience points.】
Huh?
Although the dead monk he just dealt with was full of heinous crimes, the specific matter he meddled in this time was only rescuing the thin beggar.
Rescuing a single beggar granted 80 experience points?
What kind of beggar’s life would be worth that much?
Chen Zui immediately looked at the beggar.
“What... what are you looking at?”
The beggar felt a chill from Chen Zui’s gaze and couldn't help but ask.
Chen Zui smiled.
“I’ve heard that this ‘Life-Severing Monk’ practiced a bootleg version of the Deliverance Skill, which requires draining the life force of living people to temper his body. He usually kills on sight, leaving no survivors.
Though you are thin, your Yang energy is robust and your life force is pure.
Why is it that in your case, that dead monk suddenly found a conscience and kept you by his side?
In other words, just what kind of person are you?”
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