513. Come on, let's hurt each other!

An incomparably solemn selection ceremony had unexpectedly turned into a violent incident where one contestant knocked everyone else down. It truly caught everyone off guard. The Seat Master, the Abbot of the Courtyard, the Dharma King, and all the monks great and small were left staring in stunned silence, at a loss for what to do.

Only Doji—or rather, the faction he belonged to—approved with both hands and feet. Though in the future, the adult Outstanding Disciple might not necessarily become a major figure of their faction, they had shown him the kindness of personally welcoming him. No matter what, he would not treat them poorly.

Of course, among the team that had left the temple to search for Outstanding Disciples, there were more than a dozen people of various ranks in total. But Monk Doji was the leader, so at the very least, ninety percent of the credit belonged to him. After all, he was the one who had made the call on the spot and decided whether Solang was an Outstanding Disciple.

If there was merit, he took the lion's share; if there was fault, he took the lion's share all the same.

The old monk pretended to ponder, stroking his chin in thought for a long while. During that time, countless times he hoped that the remaining five children might recover somewhat and get up one by one to select the master's relics. At least that would make the scene less ugly and allow the ceremony to become a little more complete.

Unfortunately, when a certain shameless bastard had mentally hinted Solang the Outstanding Disciple, he had unknowingly used a little of the Knight Skill—Life Burst.

With each punch and kick, one could not say he had split mountains and shattered rocks, but at the very least,