Martial Hero Rebirth Chapter 363: Monk Wuzhi

«Maybe sothing happened to the Mujon family?— Wuzhi muttered, but imdiately shook his head: — No, the situation is ideal. The Sword God stole their unique art, they have every right to ask him for an explanation. Then why am I so afraid?..»

His temples began to ache. He entered Hangzhou completely unnoticed, no one should even know that he is here. In addition, he did not do anything directly, he simply conveyed information and watched the developnt of events, trying not to show too much interest. Almost didn't leave the hotel, didn't talk to anyone and didn't get noticed.

Everything is executed to perfection. So why did the anxiety not go away??

Wuzhi always believed in his intuition. She saved him more than once from the most unforeseen situations. It was thanks to her that he lived in the fist world for decades, surviving hundreds of deadly situations, and even entered the highest rank, relying on her.

But now he could find no reason to be alard. Frowning and angry, Wuzhi shouted:

“To !”

“Uncle Wuzhi,” the young monk entered almost imdiately, cupping his palms in a prayer gesture..

“There is news from the Mujon family?”

“Not yet. Since the arrival of the Sword God for negotiations, there has been no news from them. We also failed to find out anything.”

“They didn't ask for help? No screams or sounds of battle were heard?”

“No, there is no news. We are unable to get in touch with the contact person, but he would probably inform him if sothing unpredictable happened. Apparently they are continuing negotiations.”

“They are doing well and negotiations are continuing,” Wuzhi muttered in a gloomy voice. “I can’t think of worse news than this for Shaolin.”

But suddenly he was grabbed by the heart and he understood why he felt anxious.

“Pack your things!” Wuzhi suddenly shouted. “We're leaving imdiately!”

“In terms of? What's happened?" the young monk was surprised.

“The Murong family sold us out and joined the Five Mountain Swords!”

“But this is impossible! They are older - that is, our contact was sure that they would join us!”

Before he finished speaking, the windows in their fras began to tremble from a deafening eagle cry. The sound swept across the ground, raising dust, and reaching every corner of Hangzhou..

Wuzhi's face changed again. Clenching his fists tightly, he muttered:

“It's too late.”

“What’s going on?” asked the young monk, rubbing his ear. “What was that sound?”

“The Sword God Divine Beast's Roar is obviously.”

“But this is impossible! He couldn't have found us so quickly! We didn't catch anyone's eye!”

Wuzhi snorted:

“We are in the territory of the Five Mountain Sword Sect and the Sword God personally. Here his power is no weaker than in his ho. Anyone who recognizes us will first run to report to him.”

“So what should we do now? the young monk asked anxiously.

The prestige of the Sword God also affected the youth of Shaolin. After all, the leaders of the righteous path could not be cut off from the entire world. Even the older generation admired his exploits, what can we say about the younger ones?.

Anyone would be scared if a living legend knocked on the door.

“Don't worry, we are from Shaolin. Even if he knows why we are here, he will not dare to contradict us. All our enemies have been crushed, and he will be no exception. Besides, I am the supre expert. The Sword God may be a legend, but I’m not a miss either..”

Wuzhi tried to reassure himself, but it didn't work for him or the young monk. The Sword God single-handedly killed five supre experts, two of whom were at least at the Wuzhi level, if not higher..

A roaring voice suddenly ca from the sky and was heard throughout Hangzhou.:

“Monk of Wuzhi Shaolin, I, Lin Yi, know that you are here! You had the courage to discredit the relationship between the Five Mountain Sword Sect and the Murong Family, I hope it’s enough to show your face to ! And if not, then run away from our city, go back to your sewers, rats!”

Everyone in Hangzhou raised their heads to the sky in amazent. Openly calling the supre Shaolin expert a coward? What happened?

Although Wuzhi rarely participated in battles openly, his na was widely known. One Shaolin was enough, and this is also an expert who entered the supre rank twenty years ago!

Call him a coward? Only a madman or a fool could do this.

“Hey, it's the Sword God! Leader of the Five Mountain Swords Sect!”

“Does he really have a divine beast?! I thought these were all rumors!”

“Ha- ha-ha, what's going on anyway, huh?! Will the Five Mountain Swords Sect declare war on them? I have long heard that the Sword God should not cross the road, but to even answer Shaolin?! This is the man!”

“They say that just after he ascended to the rank of supre experts, he beheaded the Purple Dragon King! And Shaolin, rember, even then left him to death! Apparently he wanted revenge for a long ti!”

“Ha, who cares about the reason? There had been all sorts of turmoil between Huashan and Shaolin for a long ti, and now the forr had finally produced an expert powerful enough to respond to centuries of humiliation. Sooner or later this war was inevitable. Since the vicious cults have retreated, now is the ti to resolve internal squabbles.”

“I think under the leadership of the Sword God, everyone in the Five Sword Mountains beca filled with ambition and wanted to beco the first sect under this sky.”

“Words, words, it’s all nonsense. The battle between two supre experts, that's what matters! Where will she be? These happen once every hundred years! Where to go?!”

“In a battle between supre experts, we still won’t understand anything. What really matters is which side the people will take. Have we really arrived at the beginning of a new era??..”

Work throughout Hangzhou has stopped. Countless people made their guesses and assumptions, the giant human river turned one way or the other, trying to catch up with the bird in the sky. They ran through the buildings, along each of the roofs, jumped over each other, and so even entire streets at a ti.

But people didn’t dare to get too close either. Otherwise, the battle of the supre experts could beco the final spectacle of their lives.

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Lin Yi, riding Jing, slowly descended, looking at one courtyard indicated in the report.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted again:

“Make your decision, Wuzhi! The honor of all Shaolin is yours!”

But no one ever left the doors of the small building.

Feeling cold, Lin Yi turned back and said tenderly:

“Yuluo, stay with Jin please. I'll figure it out.”

“Okay,” she agreed..

Smiling, Lin Yi jumped from a height of hundreds of ters. In flight, he pulled out his blade, swung it, and delivered such a powerful blow that the whole of Hangzhou trembled. The windows of nearby buildings were broken, and this house completely fell apart.

People scread in amazent as the dust cloud retreated.

The outlines of three people gradually appeared through it. One held a sword in his hand, firmly and motionless. The other two turned pale with anger and sha.

Lin Yi appeared too quickly and without any talking took out his sword, leaving rubble in the place of the building. Wuzhi never expected this.