Feigning Weakness Before the Enemy

His first punch shattered the Otherworld Domain, and his second punch smashed the Monster Race into a bloody pulp. Few opponents could force Si Ming to unleash a third punch. The boar monster he first encountered was an elite commander, ranking among the top ten under the Barbarian Divine General. After that, Si Ming never encountered another monster of the same level.

"What's the leader of this Monster Race up to? Threatening the enemy to open the city gates with a woman? No one guarding the gates with a brain would agree to that," Si Ming said, puzzled.

The monk Zhenmian had become Si Ming's lackey, serving him obsequiously. Zhenmian goes, a dog relies on its master's power, and others had to give him some face. This made Zhenmian even more attentive, and he immediately said, "That female benefactor is no ordinary person. She is Mu Boxue, the direct disciple of the Palace Master of the Lingering Waves Palace, and also a famous female swordswoman in the martial arts world, nicknamed Xiaoxiang Fairy. It is said that the men who admire her could line up from one end of the Southern Martial World to the other."

Si Ming, accustomed to beautiful women, paid them little attention, saying, "A pretty face but a skeleton, they're all the same."

Zhenmian hurriedly flattered, "Senior's Buddhist cultivation is profound, Non-Self ordinary mortals. We can only look up to you, not even dare to look at you directly. My admiration for you is like a surging river, never-ending."

Si Ming readily accepted the offer without any embarrassment, then turned to ask, "What do you all think?"

"Well... we should always save people. Even if she's not Xiaoxiang Fairy, we can't just stand by and watch her die. If word gets out, people will just say we don't understand the code of chivalry."

"That's right. Besides, we came here to relieve the siege of Alan Temple. It's the same whether we rescue them sooner or later, so we might as well step in now and save some lives along the way."

After listening to the opinions of these martial arts heroes, Si Ming lost hope in their intelligence. He had originally planned a feint attack, but now he realized that even the best plan needs sufficient execution. Judging from the coordination shown by these martial arts masters, the feint attack could probably turn into Ambush from Ten Sides.

"Since everyone has reached a consensus that we must rescue them, we've decided to break through the encirclement and rescue them along the way. Considering that everyone here is a martial arts master, and we're used to working alone, making it difficult for us to coordinate, the monk won't discuss any complicated military tactics; we'll just use the simplest methods."

Upon hearing this, the heroes unanimously agreed, "Great! We'll all listen to the master."

"My plan is that I'll make the first move to intimidate the monsters and break through the Otherworld Domain. Then you guys will rush towards the main gate of Alan Temple, coordinating with the Alan Temple's actions and acting according to the situation. In short, it's 'The monks charge first, you follow up, and kill any monsters you see.' What do you all think of this tactic?"

Si Ming originally thought he would be met with merciless criticism, but to his surprise, the heroes all gave him thumbs up.

"Wonderful! The master's tactics are indeed simple and easy to understand. Unlike those self-righteous strategists who ramble on and on, I couldn't understand a word they said."

"The greatest truths are the simplest. Not only is the master's martial arts unparalleled and he is well-versed in Buddhism, but his understanding of military strategy has also reached a level of effortless mastery, which is truly admirable."

"Our lives were saved by the master. Wherever the master says to go, we go; whoever the master says to fight, we fight. We obey the master in everything!"

Upon Zhenmian inspection, things looked bad. These people were seasoned veterans who had been in the business for years; their art of flattery was already a masterclass, their conch shells blaring loudly. I was still too young and inexperienced, and I hadn't kept up with the pace, letting them get ahead of me. If I didn't step up my game, even my position as a follower would probably be taken away. I had to leverage my theoretical strengths.

"Fighting before engaging in battle is a fundamental principle of warfare, but its application lies in the mind. The strategies of our predecessors, though seemingly simple, actually embody the Military School principle that 'military tactics are not fixed, just as water has no fixed shape.' As the saying goes, water flows downhill, avoiding high ground; similarly, military tactics avoid the strong and attack the weak. Water adapts its flow to the terrain, and military tactics adapt to the enemy. Our predecessors' strategies were specifically designed for the enemy before us, while also closely considering the situation of our own forces, achieving the state of knowing oneself and one's enemy, thus ensuring victory in every battle. The twelve characters, 'The monk charges first, you follow, kill any monsters you see,' seem simple, but they encapsulate the essential principle for victory in this battle..."

Siming was completely desperate for these gangsters, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with them anymore. He immediately activated the power of King Kong to subdue demons and activated his Yuan Gong throughout his body. He stood up and jumped into the air.

Such a violent movement naturally attracted the attention of the monsters. They looked up at the sky and saw a ten-zhang-tall Vajra Wrathful Form descend from the sky, its feet slamming into the ground and causing a strong earthquake.

Dragon-Elephant Stomp!

Chapter 377 Showing Weakness to the Enemy

With the Vajra Wrathful Form stomp, golden light spread across the earth, shattering all the Anomalies domains it touched.

"With a single slash, one can traverse the Milky Way; who reigns supreme in the heavens and the universe? Slow killing will never end the carnage; how many pieces of trash and useless things are there?"

The Vajra Wrathful Form dissipated, and the Crimson Blood Divine Blade fell into his palm. Si Ming condensed his energy into qi, extending a qi blade more than forty meters long from the tip of the blade. With a spinning slash, it was like a flower blooming. Instantly, blood fountains gushed from the ground, all of them Monster Race that had been cut in half at the waist.

All the monsters were stunned by this scene, their hands and feet went cold, and they were too frightened to move. Only Man Xiong reacted instantly, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins. He roared and flew out like a cannonball, his hands like the heavy hammers of a giant god, smashing hard at Si Ming.

With a deafening roar, the ground sank three feet, creating a massive crater. Yet, not even Si Ming's shadow was hit. Man Xiong looked around and saw the monk rush to another area teeming with Monster Race, brandishing his forty-meter-long broadsword and unleashing another spinning slash.

Instantly, another fountain of blood gushed forth, and the ground was littered with the corpses of Monster Race cleaved in half. Apart from a few lucky ones who managed to jump up and escape, the rest perished, and their wounds were covered with a layer of golden Buddhist Power, preventing their bodies from healing.

"Damn bald monk!"

The Monster Race is small in number, and their extraordinary regenerative abilities give them a clear advantage even against renowned martial arts masters. Each one is equivalent to an elite soldier, and it would be a great pity if even one of them died. As for the Anomalies at the lower levels, they not only lack intelligence but also cannot move freely. They are confined to fixed areas and are not even considered as combat power by the upper-level Monster Race.

Next, a chase ensued. Man Xiong Man Xiong pursued Si Ming, trying to intercept him, but Si Ming did not engage him. Each time, he lightly dodged with his footwork and then used his Whirlwind Slash to slaughter the Monster Race soldiers. Swish, swish, swish, like harvesting rice, a flash of red light and a large number of them fell down.

Moments later, the surviving Monster Race developed a conditioned reflex: upon seeing the Blink of red light, they would immediately jump up, as if playing a group jump rope game.

"That treacherous bald monk, resorting to such a trick! If you have the guts, don't run away!"

Man Xiong was furious, his eyes were so red they could bleed. His speed was definitely not slow, and even ordinary Grandmaster were no match for him in short-distance bursts, but he just couldn't catch up with people, always falling short by a beat.

Si Ming stepped on the Dunjia Heavenly Movement, which was in accordance with the principles of Qimen Dunjia. He did not exert much force; with a light touch of his toes, he nimbly avoided the heavy blow from the Barbarian Divine General, as if he could anticipate his opponent's attack.

When compared, Man Xiong was as clumsy as a bull, while Si Ming was as agile as a butterfly, easily toying with his opponent.

Man Xiong's face darkened. Realizing that if the pursuit continued, all his men would be killed, he decisively stopped the chase, turned around, leaped onto the platform, grabbed Mu Boxue again, and shouted, "Monk, if you don't stop, this woman will be killed by you!"

Si Ming turned his head and glanced at them, revealing a smile as if looking at an idiot. Accompanied by a disdainful snort, as if mocking the other party's naivety, he spun the Crimson Blood Divine Blade, and more than ten more Monster Race corpses fell down, spitting blood. At the same time, more than ten Monster Race jumped into the air in the posture of "crows flying in airplanes".

"Damn it, don't monks these days have any compassion?"

Man Xiong was nearly driven mad. Was this guy even a Buddhist School disciple? How could he not stop to check on something that was a matter of life and death? Could he be some ruthless executioner who had shaved his head and was in disguise?

Don't think I'm joking with you!

Man Xiong reached out and grabbed Mu Boxue's arm, squeezing it hard. With a cracking sound, he crushed Mu Boxue's arm bone to pieces.

Even with Mu Boxue's exceptional willpower, she was still tormented by the intense pain, letting out low moans. Her pretty face was contorted and pale, and she was in unbearable agony.

At this moment, Man Xiong saw the monk with the knife stop and turn around to stare at him with cold eyes. He couldn't help but sneer. He had to get serious so that the other party would know that he really dared to kill.

Mu Boxue said firmly, "Don't... don't worry about me, just remember to help me..."

"OK!"

Si Ming shouted loudly, activated the Bodhi Demon-Subduing Saber Art, and unleashed a magnificent blade of energy.

This monk actually dared to kill the hostage as well!

No matter how unbelievable it seemed to Man Xiong, the blade energy in front of him was undeniable, proving that the other party truly didn't care about the hostage's life, and even seemed somewhat impatient when swinging the blade.

"Hmph, then die!"