" Fangzhang Uncle, something terrible has happened! That Saitama demon has won again!"
Fangzheng was discussing matters with the Buddhist Order patriarchs in the main hall, heard the shouts coming from outside. His gray brows furrowed, and he felt somewhat displeased.
"Didn't I ask Uncle Puzhi to deal with that demon? Could that demon possibly defeat Uncle Puzhi as well?"
It wasn't just Fangzheng who felt dissatisfied and curious; the other figures in the Great Buddha Hall felt the same way.
They were discussing how to deal with Yan Shisan, the potential martial arts prodigy from overseas, when they were repeatedly disturbed, which naturally made them very dissatisfied.
Moreover, this is Shaomu Temple's territory, a major stronghold of Buddhist Order, where many of their Buddhist Order leaders gather. Who would dare to come here and act so wildly?
" Puzhi was also defeated by that demon's punch and is now lying on the ground severely injured."
The young monk who rushed over to deliver the message hurriedly replied, looking very panicked, clearly frightened.
"What? You mean that Puzhi was defeated with a single punch?"
The old monk with one leg, who was sitting cross-legged in the main seat, became serious, as did the other old monks.
Although Puzhi broke through to the Innate using a secret method, his potential had already been exhausted, and there was almost no possibility of him advancing further. However, his cultivation level was genuinely at the Early-stage Innate Realm.
In addition to the numerous Seventy-Two Supreme Skills he had cultivated, his strength was not weak, yet he was defeated by a single punch.
To achieve this level, one would need to be at least Middle Innate expert, or even possibly Late-stage Innate expert.
When did Shaomu Temple provoke such an enemy?
"He was indeed defeated with a single punch!"
Under the watchful eyes of many Buddhist Order luminaries, the young monk's forehead was sweating, but he still forced a reply.
"Could you tell what kind of martial art the opponent was using?"
The one-legged old monk asked again.
"I... I didn't see that coming. That demon just threw a casual punch, and my grandmaster uncle coughed up blood and flew backward, his chest caved in quite a bit."
The young monk hurriedly replied, his eyes filled with even greater terror, as if he were recalling that horrible punch.
This answer caused many of the elderly monks present to sit up straight, their expressions becoming much more solemn.
If someone can defeat Puzhi, who is at the Early Innate, with a single punch without revealing their own martial arts style, then they are definitely not a Middle Innate Realm expert, but rather Late-stage Innate Realm expert, or even Peak Innate Realm expert.
If that's the case, then there's trouble.
"Gentlemen, let's go take a look together!"
After a moment's thought, the one-legged old monk got up, leaned on his staff, and flew away, followed by the other old monks.
A peerless expert at the Late-stage Innate, or even the Peak Innate, is enough to make them treat this matter with utmost care!
All of them were Great Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, so their movement speed was naturally not slow, and they arrived at the scene of the incident in no time.
At that moment, a large pot was set up at the entrance of the inn, with hot soup boiling inside. Next to it, the inn's fat chef, with a long face, was constantly slicing mutton rolls with a knife.
Meanwhile, Wang Hao kept using his chopsticks to scoop up the blanched mutton from the fiery red broth.
That's right, he was having hot pot. There's nothing more enjoyable than having a spicy hot pot in the dead of winter.
The Buddhist Order patriarchs who had rushed over were speechless, feeling that this guy was far too arrogant.
"Phew... You've come at the perfect time! The meat's just been cooked. Would you like some?"
After swallowing the scalding hot and spicy mutton, Wang Hao extended an invitation to several Buddhist Order luminaries, but his gaze was mostly focused on the one-legged old monk in the lead.
This is also a peerless expert at the Peak Innate. According to the information obtained from the Old Zhu Household, he should be the current successor of the Sweeping Monk lineage of Shaomu Temple.
Although the opponent has lost a leg, their strength should not be underestimated.
After observing the Sweeping Monk, Wang Hao's gaze swept over the other old monks, and he understood.
As expected, the Buddhist Order is a powerful force second only to Confucian School and Taoist School, boasting as many as ten peerless experts at the Peak Innate, making eleven if you include the Sweeping Monk.
This is far superior to the Old Zhu Household's situation.
Currently, the Old Zhu Household only has one peerless expert at the Peak Innate, Comrade Old Zhu. However, there is nothing that can be done about it. Compared to the powerful forces of Confucian School, Taoist School, and Buddhist Order, which have been passed down for thousands of years, the Old Zhu Household's foundation is much shallower.
"Who exactly are you, and what grudge do you hold against my Shaomu Temple?"
Ignoring Wang Hao's invitation, the Sweeping Monk asked in a deep voice.
They must first clarify the situation, at least to know the other party's true intentions; force is only a last resort.
"My name is Saitama. I'm a monk who became a monk out of interest. My family has a history of grudges with your Shaolin Temple!"
While simmering his mutton in the hot pot, Wang Hao casually replied, then continued to focus intently on his mutton, as if the mutton was the most important thing in the world, almost ignoring the Sweeping Monk and the others.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the monks present turned cold.
That's right, this is their enemy!
"Are you from the Central Plains?"
Suddenly, the Sweeping Monk had a thought and asked a question. The other Buddhist Order luminaries also had some ideas.
"Yes, my ancestral home Jinling!"
He nodded in response while eating the spicy mutton.
This answer greatly disappointed the Sweeping Monk and the others; clearly, this person was not the one they had imagined.
"Can the feud between you and my Shaomu Temple be resolved?"
The Sweeping Monk spoke again, asking a question.
Honestly, he really didn't want to fight this mysterious person whose strength was unknown. It could easily end in a lose-lose situation, and in this strange period, it was really not advisable for Shaomu Temple and the Buddhist Order to make enemies.
If a reconciliation is possible, it's best to do so, even if it comes at a cost.
Moreover, they had observed that although this person had injured many monks, he had not taken their lives, only seriously wounded them. Clearly, they were not mortal enemies, which meant there was room for reconciliation.
"Of course it can be resolved. That's why I came here today—to resolve this grudge!"
Wang Hao put down his chopsticks, nodded seriously, and waved to signal the chubby chef that he could leave.
A major battle is about to unfold. The fat chef is just an ordinary person with a little bit of martial arts skill, not even Third-Rate martial artist. It would be quite dangerous for him to stay here any longer.
The portly chef breathed a sigh of relief, forgetting even the ancestral iron cleaver in his hand, and ran off as fast as he could.
The Sweeping Monk and the others were initially delighted to hear Wang Hao's response, but their faces darkened when they heard what he said next.
"You only need to withstand one punch from me. Don't worry, I'll only use half my strength. If you're serious, no one will die."
Wang Hao stood up and said seriously.
At this moment, his overall style began to change drastically, transforming from his previous adorable and lazy appearance into a tough and ruthless man with hard lines. His eyebrows became much sharper, making him look like a completely different person compared to before.
"Arrogant!"
One of the Buddhist Order patriarchs couldn't help but shout out, and the other Buddhist Order patriarchs also looked very displeased.
When have they ever been humiliated like this? Do they really think that just because they're monks they have no temper?
"Then you must be careful, sir. Don't blame us for being ruthless if you die!"
The Sweeping Monk also showed anger on his face, clearly somewhat annoyed as well.
In front of everyone, this guy had already severely injured Puzhi and the others, which had already damaged the reputation of Shaomu Temple. Now, he even boasted that he would take them down with one punch, and arrogantly stated that he would only use five-tenths of his strength.
That's absolutely outrageous!
If we don't teach this guy a painful lesson today, Shaomu Temple and the Buddhist Order will become a laughing stock of the whole world.
"You can talk after you take this punch!"
Wang Hao said seriously, while the Innate Qi in his body was first transformed into masculine power through the Virgin Boy Divine Art, and then transformed and enhanced again according to the knock-off version of the Golden Bell Shield Divine Art, achieving the ultimate masculine power.
Instantly, dark golden Innate Qi surged forth, condensing around its body into a giant energy bell ten zhang in size. The vast energy hidden within it shocked even the Sweeping Monk and other Buddhist Order giants.
That wasn't all. Wang Hao once again circulated and transformed his Innate Qi according to the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic technique, causing its power to surge once more.
Finally, following the method of the counterfeit version of the Marrow Marrow-Washing Classic, one visualizes the Golden Lotus Buddhist Treasure condensed by the Buddhist Order disciple in the memories of the Primordial World past life.
As the Golden Lotus Buddhist Treasure was visualized within the Spirit Sea, although no Divine Charm existed within it, it still displayed extraordinary power. Under the influence of the Golden Lotus Buddhist Treasure, the energy of the golden bell outside the body surged once again.
At this point, Wang Hao forcibly compressed the ten-zhang-long energy bell until it was the size of a fist, like a glove covering his right fist.
Although it sounds like a long story, it all happened in the blink of an eye. By the time the surrounding monks came to their senses, Wang Hao's knock-off version of the Serious Punch was already ready.
Are you all ready?
With a sharp gaze sweeping over the Sweeping Monk and other Buddhist Order giants, Wang Hao was ready to unleash his power.
However, although he had devised this move last night, it was the first time he had used it. He did not have a precise grasp of its power, nor did he expect it to be so terrifying.
The fist imprint currently condensed on his right fist made him feel extremely uneasy; even if he reverted to his original form, he might not be able to withstand it.
Now he's starting to worry that he might Sweeping Monk kill some of the Buddhist Order patriarchs, like the Sweeping Monk.
"This... this is the Damo's Four Great Divine Arts? You are the Demon Lord Yan Shisan?"
Seeing this, and sensing the aura of the cultivation technique Wang Hao had just activated, the many Buddhist Order patriarchs were completely dumbfounded.
Before they could say anything, they sensed the terrifying aura emanating from that punch, and felt a deadly sense of crisis from their own years of martial arts training.
If they can't withstand that punch, they really will die!
Seeing Wang Hao slowly raise his right fist, and their auras being locked onto, everyone's expressions changed drastically. They dared not have any other thoughts and hurriedly unleashed their strongest attacks to meet the terrifying punch that was about to erupt.
Regardless of whether the other party is Yan Shisan or not, we have to wait until we withstand this punch before making any decisions.
" Buddha Enters Hell!"
" The Nine-Character Mantra!"
" The Divine Statue Treads Heaven!"
Picking a Flower and Smiling!
" The Pagoda Great Handprint!"
" Prajna Divine Dhyana Palm!"
Everyone knew how terrifying this attack was, so they didn't dare to hold back at all and unleashed their most powerful moves, all attacking Wang Hao together.
Wang Hao, who was already prepared, slowly threw out his right fist. The fist imprint formed by the golden bell of energy was powerfully unleashed, crushing towards the Sweeping Monk and the others.
That's right, it's a complete crushing defeat!
The fist imprint, transformed from the golden bell of energy, started out only the size of a fist, but as time went by, it began to expand rapidly, growing to ten zhang in size in the blink of an eye, and it is still expanding.
Compared to them, the Sweeping Monk and his companions were like ants, appearing extremely insignificant.
The terrifying aura emanating from the fist imprint was even more terrifying, making the faces of the Sweeping Monk and the others, whose auras had been locked, even more grim.
The monks around them were stunned. They were then blown away by the powerful gust of wind from the energy fist imprint. Even the Grandmaster Realm experts were forced to retreat, and a sense of deadly danger washed over them.
Their years of martial arts training told them that if they stayed here, they would definitely be killed by the aftershocks of the impending battle; this was not a fight they could afford to watch.