The monk's lips began to move up and down quickly, still chanting scriptures, only now faster and more blurred.
In an instant, the two of them flew to within three ters of the monk, only to see the monk raise the book in his right hand and wave it casually.
Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi both thought that the monk might react after they reached the attack range, but unexpectedly, with a casual wave, a phantom of the book appeared out of thin air.
The two of them never expected the monk to attack from such a long distance, and both felt an overwhelming pressure coming at them, as if a mountain was crashing towards them.
Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi, like two ping pong balls, were "pounded" and sent flying by the massive book phantom.
They flew quite a distance before landing on the ground, rolling a few more tis before finally stopping.
Song Xiaodong saw the image of Satan on the phantom book's cover; obviously, the monk was holding a replica of the "Devil's Bible."
Being hit like this left them dizzy, their True Qi in turmoil. Without the protection of True Qi, they might have already suffered internal injuries. The force of the impact felt like being struck by a car, yet they hadn't actually hit any physical object.
Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi got up, exchanged a glance, then leaped up, running away at ten ters a step.
All the experts they encountered before, whether Elder Mis or Elder Liu Bai, were just martial artists, strong in physical combat. But the monk before them could launch attacks out of thin air, a level far beyond what Song Xiaodong had reached.
When you can't win, run.
In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared into the woods.
The monk, unhurried, raised the book high with his right hand and forcefully struck the air, producing a "pop pop" sound despite hitting nothing.
Nearly a hundred ters away, Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi, who were fleeing rapidly, suddenly dropped from mid-air like two flies swatted, sinking deeply into the soil.
This ti, their True Qi froze, their breath was scattered, and their entire bodies ached intensely.
The monk, when he moved, was as fast as lightning, appearing behind them without a sound, not stirring a speck of dust, not disturbing a leaf, and without a whisper of wind.
The two struggled to get up but were too injured to rise.
Unhurriedly, the monk removed the water bottle from his waist, drew out a Longsword, drenched it with water, and solemnly raised it, still chanting with his lips.
The scripture finally finished, and Song Xiaodong, still lying on the ground, exchanged a glance with Sun Yiyi.
The monk gripped the Longsword with both hands, aid at Song Xiaodong's heart from the back, and thrust down.
"Xiaodong!" Seeing Song Xiaodong about to be stabbed, Sun Yiyi couldn't help but shout, tears welling at the corner of her eyes.
Would the illustrious Dragon Gate Sect Leader, Patriarch of the Su Family, Song Xiaodong, die here, buried in a foreign land?
The monk's sword finally thrust down, and Sun Yiyi, powerless to help, closed her eyes tightly.
The air beca silent; there was no scream, no groan, nothing from Song Xiaodong.
The sword the monk wielded was a Holy Sword, for slicing demons, soaked in Holy Water blessed by chanting. This sword had reputedly slain countless werewolves, vampires, demons, and witches. Even with Three ridians True Qi, Song Xiaodong was ultimately just flesh and blood. Could he survive such a thrust piercing his heart?
"Xiaodong? Are you Song Xiaodong?" The monk suddenly spoke, in broken Mandarin.
Sun Yiyi opened her eyes to find the monk's sword had stopped, just a coin's thickness away from Song Xiaodong's heart.
"You... know ?" Song Xiaodong spoke weakly, evidently severely injured by those two moves.
"Mr. Song, your China has an old saying that studying is like sailing against the current; if you do not advance, you fall back. Today, I spare your life, hoping that Mr. Song will study diligently in the future, and not disappoint him."
After speaking, the monk turned and left, leaping away several tis faster than Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi, disappearing in no ti, silently and soundlessly.
Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi supported each other and managed to stand up.
"Him?"
The group faced no more obstacles, returning smoothly to the peacekeeping troops' headquarters, where Song Xiaodong and others boarded a special plane back ho.
On the plane, Song Xiaodong video-called Zhao Ruonan.
"General Zhao, mission accomplished, returning to camp."
"Good, not bad. I've notified the higher-ups; they haven't responded, but personally, I thank you on behalf of the country, thank you, Dragon Gate."
"General Zhao, there's one more thing."
"Oh?"
"The matter of the lost USB drive, the overseas forces also know about it. I suspect there's a leak from both the maintenance troops here and back ho."
"Hmm, I've considered that, and I'm currently investigating this issue."
"Alright."
"Wait, when you return, I'll treat you to a al."
Xiangshan Hotel.
The last ti we ca was at night. This ti, after an autumn rain in Beijing, all the maple leaves have fallen.
"Ca late, all the maple leaves have fallen." Zhao Ruonan was still in her military uniform.
"What a pity, I've never actually seen the Xiangshan maple leaves." Song Xiaodong, having rested for a few days, had almost recovered, looking well.
"Tell
the details; I need to make a report."
Song Xiaodong recounted the events from start to finish.
The more he spoke, the graver Zhao Ruonan's expression beca.
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