This Humble Monk Is Xilai

The ugly man wasn't sure until the two exchanged another ten blows, and the True Qi consumed far exceeded the level of a top-tier martial artist. Only then did he realize something was wrong and that his opponent might have a special technique for replenishing his true energy, making him unafraid of the consumption of True Qi. Moreover, judging from his posture, he clearly intended to keep swinging his sword energy until the end of time!

The onlookers also found it boring. They had thought that with the leader of the Heavenly Martial Alliance taking the stage, there would surely be a spectacular battle showcasing the prowess of top martial artists. Instead, they saw two people competing in terms of internal energy across a stream. Although the sight of their energy crackling and splashing through the water was quite exciting, it became tedious after a while.

To say that neither side lived up to their reputation and lacked the strength of top-tier masters wouldn't be entirely accurate. Both of them indeed possessed the Foundation of exceptional masters. If it were anyone else present, they would likely be exhausted after just ten swings, as this fighting style is extremely True Qi -consuming. Using ultimate moves as ordinary techniques is not something that ordinary masters can withstand.

However, there were neither dazzling martial arts moves nor unfathomable Fist Intent. Even a seven-year-old child could understand their fight. It was far too simple. If there were no constantly exploding energy between them, it would just be two children playing around with their imaginations.

Finally, the ugly man realized he couldn't waste any more time like this. His Grandmaster- level Internal Cultivation had already been depleted by 40%, while his opponent was still full of energy, constantly unleashing sword energy, endlessly. This was not the result he had hoped for.

The ugly man immediately let out a low shout, clasped his hands together, and his entire body was enveloped in a layer of golden light. He charged towards the scorching net of blade energy, shattering the "Thousand Blades Scorching the Plains" with a loud boom. The golden light on his body flashed slightly but did not dissipate, and he continued to rush towards the opposite bank.

"It's the Buddhist School Golden Bell Cover!"

Someone immediately recognized the ugly man's martial arts skills, and while shocked, they were also filled with anticipation, thinking that Grandmaster- level duel was finally about to take place.

However, Si Ming simply raised both hands at the same time and swiftly unleashed two "Thousand Blades Scorching the Plains" attacks forward. This time, he reduced the area of the blade energy net, making the power more concentrated, and all of it struck his opponent.

With a sizzling sound, the ugly man's Golden Bell Cover couldn't withstand the double attack of "Thousand Blades Scorching the Plains" and was shattered on the spot. He himself was also knocked back, with several cuts on his arms leaving scorch marks. His face was also hit by a blade of energy, and his skin was torn off, but he was not disfigured. Instead, his fair skin underneath was exposed.

It really is a face-sculpted mask! I knew there couldn't be anyone so uniquely ugly in this world!

Si Ming had a sense of déjà vu, as if it were expected. He had seen this kind of tactic many times in novels: a beautiful woman disguised as an ugly woman could reduce trouble and test people's hearts. Speaking of which, the other person's voice was quite pleasant, although it was on the androgynous side, but it was obviously a deliberate disguise.

"Doesn't the alliance leader feel ashamed to use such shameless tactics?"

"I didn't use any sneak attacks, poison, or tricks, so why should I feel ashamed? If I could defeat you with just one move, Black Tiger Strike the Heart, why would I need to use any other techniques?"

"But such a dull performance is unworthy of your status as the leader of the Heavenly Martial Alliance."

"The meaning of martial arts lies in defeating opponents, not in performing a monkey show for others. When you care whether a martial art is worthy of your status, you are putting the cart before the horse and deviating from the essence of martial arts."

"In any case, the alliance leader is determined to use this tactic to wear me down to the end."

"If you can break this move, I will naturally switch to another. If you can't, then it's naturally because you're incompetent. Do you expect your opponent to cooperate with you?"

Si Ming was too lazy to change tactics. He could easily defeat his opponent with the same move, so why waste his brainpower thinking of other methods? Right now, the sun was shining brightly, and solar energy was inexhaustible. Although the consumption was still greater than the replenishment, it was like a math problem where one pipe was releasing water and the other was receiving water. Even if the rate of water release was greater than the rate of water intake, it would still take a long time to empty all the water in the pool. Si Ming figured that lasting half an hour wouldn't be difficult.

The ugly man felt quite helpless. The "Thousand Blades Scorching the Plains" move swept out like a large net, coming straight at him. There was no way to dodge it. If this continued, he would surely lose. But if he wanted to get close to his opponent, he could only try to tough it out.

He wasn't without ways to break out of his current predicament, but doing so would inevitably expose his identity, which would then cause a lot of trouble.

Just as I was pondering this, I suddenly heard sounds of fighting and screams coming from below the waterfall.

"A Monster Race! A Monster Race has infiltrated!"

"Everyone be careful, there are Monster Race mixed in with us, ready to ambush and kill."

Upon hearing the sound, Si Ming frowned slightly, but did not stop what he was doing.

The ugly man suggested, "It seems something unexpected has happened. Why don't we stop fighting and go eliminate the Monster Race first?"

"There are so many martial arts masters down the mountain, many of them extraordinary individuals. Why worry?"

Si Ming didn't care. Feng Liancheng and his apprentice were right below. These two were exorcists from the Six Paths Temple, with incredibly rich experience in dealing with Monster Race. As long as it wasn't as powerful as the zombie they encountered that day, the two of them were more than capable of handling it. Besides, there were many cannon fodder called the Heroes of the Martial World nearby, which was enough for the two of them to calmly cast their spells.

The ugly man said, "What if I told you that these Monster Race came for that woman named 'Hongdou'?"

Si Ming stopped and asked, "Evidence?"

"The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, the Alliance Leader should have heard of this name, right? As the King of Monsters, he is unkillable. No matter how many times he is destroyed, he can be resurrected. The only ones who can truly kill him are his blood relatives."

"Walk!"

Si Ming made a decisive decision. The other party was no ordinary person who could say such things casually. It was better to believe it than not to believe it. He immediately jumped off the cliff.

However, Si Ming was cautious. As he jumped off the cliff, he stretched out his palm and pulled the other person down with him.

"Hey, am I really that untrustworthy?"

"What kind of integrity does someone who hides their true intentions have? Don't you find it laughable?"

"It's frustrating that people are always deceived by appearances. Who in this world doesn't wear a mask when they walk through life? Some people even wear more than one mask. Why is everyone willing to believe the mask of the heart but unwilling to believe the mask on their face? You should know that the former is much harder to remove than the latter."

"Because we're all Zhenmian ordinary people. What's the point of wearing a mask? You can't see into someone's heart; it's impossible to know for sure. Whether someone wears a mask or not makes no difference. Even if someone is sincere, do you think others will believe them? Instead of guessing about things you're not sure about, it's better to focus on what you can see clearly. In short, are you going to take it off or not? If not, I'm punching you."

At times like this, Si Ming has no patience. Without knowing whether the other party is reliable, it's safest to just punch them down first, and apologize later if necessary.

Seeing that Si Ming didn't seem to be joking, the ugly man hurriedly said, "Pick it, pick it, I'll pick it, okay? I didn't expect the Alliance Leader to have this kind of personality. News in the martial arts world is really unreliable. Indeed, a thousand rumors are not as good as seeing someone in person."

He reached up and felt around on his face, found the spot, and tore it off forcefully, revealing his true face.

"Hmm, judging from the alliance leader's expression, he seems somewhat disappointed?"

Si Ming looked up to the sky and sighed, never expecting that the person behind the mask wasn't a beautiful woman, but a man.

Not only is he a man, but he's also completely bald.

Not only was he bald, but he also had bright, sparkling eyes, red lips, white teeth, and a beautiful face like a young girl. His charm and talent were undeniable, and since he was falling off a cliff, he looked like a celestial being descending from the heavens.

With a face like that, why would you want to be a monk? Wouldn't it be better to join the Xiang Family and become a "monk"?

Chapter 362 The Little Monk Xilai

Yin River Butterfly Valley is a gathering place for heroes and a melting pot of Monster Race to infiltrate it, but getting close to Hongdou is not so easy. This is because the people around Hongdou are all high-ranking members of the Heavenly Martial Alliance. Not only are they highly skilled, but they also know each other very well. If a stranger suddenly appears, it will easily arouse suspicion.

Therefore, the Monster Race adopted a strategy of stirring up trouble, first creating chaos, then taking advantage of the chaos to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. They chose Aristocratic Clan as their targets because the Aristocratic Clan were enemies of the Heavenly Martial Alliance. If any of them were killed, the Heavenly Martial Alliance would only be happy to see it happen and would not be too vigilant while being alarmed. Thus, the Aristocratic Clan suffered an unexpected disaster.

As everyone looked up at the battle on the cliff top, the earth suddenly ripped up, and a wall ten meters high and thirty meters wide rose up, crashing down hard on the place where the Aristocratic Clan families were gathered. Only a few quick-witted people who were skilled in light-footed techniques managed to dodge in time; the others were buried under the earthen wall.