RNP Chapter 49 Who the hell are you?
Chapter 49 Who the hell are you?
"Master, do you think it's still necessary for us to make an appearance?"
On a hilltop outside the Beggars' Sect headquarters, Murong Fu and Kumārajīva were together, watching Russell rampage through the crowd, maneuvering and killing as easily as cutting grass.
It was as if the person in front of him wasn't a top-notch martial arts master, but someone who could be easily kicked to death by the roadside.
Take, for example, the famous and ruthless judge Shan Zhenghe, whose five sons were known as the Five Heroes of Mount Tai. They were famous and arrogant, but what happened? The entire family of six received three blows from Russell, and the Shan family was wiped out.
As for the four elders of the Beggars' Sect, apart from Wu Changfeng, who was hit by the aftershock of a palm strike early in the chaotic battle, vomiting blood and fainting, thus saving his life, the other three elders died more tragically than the other.
Xi Sanqi, with the most fiery temper, charged ahead and was struck on the head by Russell, his entire head being smashed into his chest cavity.
Chen Guyan, nicknamed Long-Armed Old Man, was a master of Tongbei Fist, but then Russell got close and crushed his neck.
Song Qingxi died last. Seeing his two colleagues die a violent death, he roared and stepped forward, only to be cleaved in two by Russell, who snatched his knife and cleaved him in two, his internal organs and blood flowing all over the ground.
Sure enough, in the short time it took him to turn his head, when he looked back, he saw the three famous figures in the martial arts world, Tan Gong, Tan Po, and Zhao Qiansun, besieging Luo Su. In just a few breaths, Luo Su casually picked off the three white-haired heads as if they were fruit.
Even with Kumārajīva's knowledge, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he subconsciously bared his teeth: "Let's not."
He was worried that Russell, in his bloodlust, might accidentally kill them as well.
He expected Russell to be a good fighter, but he didn't expect Russell to be this good. This is a skill that can be trained by a person.
Most importantly, how long has it been? Is it even been a month?
Damn it, is it too late for him to betray Tantric Buddhism and join the Free and Unfettered Sect?
……
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a grand demon-slaying ceremony turned into Russell's solo performance.
By this time, one-third of the three thousand martial artists who had come today had perished, with severed limbs and broken weapons stuck in corpses or on the ground. The area around Russell had become sparse and empty.
The remaining people were mostly terrified, and they gathered one or two at the edge of the square, either leaning against the wall or supporting each other, trembling with fear.
Seeing Russell heading towards the central wooden platform, everyone scrambled to the sides, desperately trying to get as far away from him as possible.
Seeing this, the leaders of the Henan faction, led by Wangwu Mountain, remained unmoved and even wanted to laugh. They moved closer to Mu Wanqing to avoid being accidentally injured in the fight later.
The surviving Master Xuannan and Master Zhiguang, as well as the unsuspecting Ma Dayuan and Bai Shijing, all felt their hair stand on end, thinking that they might have to die here today.
On the other hand, Weng Wuyan, Quan Guanqing, and others were now trembling with fear.
It's over, it's over.
Why would they secretly run that heinous human trafficking operation? Why would they go to such lengths to frame Russell for convening this demon-slaying conference?
Ultimately, it's nothing more than being afraid of death and coveting power and influence.
But now that their lives are in danger and all their efforts have come to naught, how can they accept it!
Quan Guanqing mustered his last bit of strength and took a sudden step forward, pointing at Russell who was closing in, and frantically rebuked him: "Russell, you have harmed so many fellow martial artists, aren't you afraid of being despised by the whole world?"
Russell smiled contemptuously, not even bothering to waste words with him. He raised his hand and suddenly unleashed an extremely strong suction force, pulling Quan Guanqing from below the platform right in front of him. He grabbed Quan's throat, lifted him into the air, and said coldly, "So this is all you've got with your words? Die."
Known as the "Scholar of Ten Directions," his greatest skill was spreading rumors and gossip, but even the most insidious schemes were laughable in the face of absolute power.
The Northern Darkness True Qi surged into Quan Guanqing's body, and in a moment, with a bang, Quan Guanqing's body exploded like a balloon.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, bone fragments scattered, leaving only a skeleton with its bones still attached.
Seeing this, Zhou Yunting knew something was wrong and quickly went to Mu Wanqing's side, whispering, "Miss Mu, quickly go and persuade Young Hero Luo to calm down. Weng Wuyan and the others are the culprits and deserve to die, but killing them now would mean there's no way to prove anything, and even if we have evidence, we won't be able to clear our name!"
Mu Wanqing, who had been secretly pleased with Russell, realized what Zhou Yunting meant. But she slowly put her foot down again after just lifting it. After thinking for a moment, she turned to Zhou Yunting and said, "I think he shouldn't care about this."
Don't care? Upon hearing this, Zhou Yunting almost choked on his breath; he was utterly bewildered.
When you're out in the game, besides power, wealth, martial arts skills, and brotherhood, what's the most important thing? If you don't care about that, what's the point of being in the martial arts world?
Mu Wanqing gently shook her head and remained silent. Zhou Yunting was anxious but helpless. Since Mu Wanqing didn't speak, he wouldn't dare to approach Russell at this time.
"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Russell, you have committed boundless acts of killing, your malevolent aura soars to the heavens, and your cycle of revenge continues endlessly. Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, so please grant this humble monk some leniency, kill me alone, and spare the lives of the others."
Just then, a compassionate voice rang out.
The speaker was Master Zhiguang. He stepped forward, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and gave the impression that he was ready to do as he pleased, whether to kill or torture the person in question.
"Brother Zhiguang, why have you gone to such lengths!" Master Xuannan's eyes widened in fury as he grabbed Zhiguang's arm. "This demon is utterly depraved; how could he possibly listen to your advice? If you must die, this humble monk will die with you. Why beg for his mercy!"
Ma Dayuan also exclaimed excitedly, "Master! Absolutely not! How can we allow you to take the blame for the trouble caused by our Beggars' Sect? Even if blood is spilled five steps away, we will never be cowards who seek to live in dishonor!"
"That's right! Russell! If you want to kill, then kill us all! You think you can use Master Zhiguang's life to save us? Dream on!" The remaining Bai Shijing and the others also responded, protecting Master Zhiguang behind them, glaring at Russell, looking as if they were ready to die.
"Stop arguing." Seeing the group arguing, Russell was full of doubt. What were these guys thinking? When did he say he would let them go?
He pointed at Zhiguang, then at Xuannan, Ma Dayuan, and the others. Finally, he drew a circle with his finger, encompassing all the survivors on and off the platform, and said earnestly, "Don't rush, take it one at a time. No one can escape."
Do you really think this is a story from a folk tale? You're trying to sell me some face, you old bald monk, who the hell do you think you are?