Finally, the terrifying fist imprint, which had expanded to tens of feet in size, collided with the numerous full-force attacks unleashed by the Sweeping Monk and the others, and then remained locked in a stalemate as if they were solid objects.
"Snap!"
Seeing that they had withstood this terrifying attack, the Sweeping Monk and the others breathed a slight sigh of relief. However, before they could even catch their breath, a faint cracking sound suddenly came.
At the same time, a sense of deadly crisis, stronger than ever before and unprecedented, gripped his heart. Looking up, he saw faces filled with terror.
Their attacks were rapidly shattering under the crushing force of the giant fist imprint, gradually being pushed backward. At this rate, it would completely collapse in the next instant, unleashing its full power towards them.
Fortunately, their attack broke through the giant fist imprint's lock on their aura, and without delay, they quickly dodged to the side.
The cracking sounds grew more and more frequent, and a small portion of the attack immediately shattered. Then, the stalemate between the two sides collapsed, and the giant fist imprint propelled the Sweeping Monk and his numerous attacks toward the city gate hundreds of feet away at an extreme speed.
"Boom..."
The fist imprint, carrying numerous offensive strikes, collided with the thick city wall, producing a series of thunderous booms. The destructive power it displayed made Wang Hao's heart tremble.
When the smoke cleared, everyone was stunned by the scene of destruction.
The street, several meters wide, had completely disappeared. All the houses within dozens of meters on both sides had been blown away by the previous strong wind. The street had become a dent, dozens of meters wide and hundreds of meters long, and the original bluestone pavement had vanished completely.
The most terrifying thing was the thick city wall at the end. The entire western section of the city wall, which stretched for hundreds of feet, had completely disappeared, leaving only a huge crater, as if it had been hit by a meteorite from outer space.
Wang Hao was also startled by the consequences of this attack, but he quickly realized what was happening.
This was mainly because of the copy of the Marrow-Washing Classic he had created. Although the Buddhist treasure he visualized did not Simulation the Divine Charm of the text, it was still extraordinary, making the fist imprint incredibly refined.
Therefore, no matter how hard the Sweeping Monk and the others tried, they still couldn't break it. Only with his current terrifying strength was he able to forcefully push back those attacks.
Finally, the energy of the giant fist imprint collided with the attacks of the Sweeping Monk and others on the city wall, and the two forces exploded together. This was equivalent to the attacks of both sides being superimposed, which is why there was such terrifying power.
Fortunately, due to the previous battle, everyone in the surrounding rooms had evacuated early on, and even the soldiers guarding the city gate quickly slipped away.
So although the destruction caused by this attack was terrifying, it did not actually kill even one person.
The Sweeping Monk and the others, having regained their senses, looked in awe at the figure who was still in the punching stance. Then, their pupils suddenly contracted, and they exclaimed in anger.
"Be careful... uh!"
Suddenly, a dark figure attacked Wang Hao from behind, wielding a dark short sword. Judging from its eerie luster, it was clearly coated with a deadly poison that would kill instantly upon drawing blood. Moreover, the opponent was a peerless master at the Peak Innate Realm.
Before the Sweeping Monk could finish his warning, Wang Hao, as if he had foreseen the future, suddenly turned and threw a punch. Without any innate Innate Qi surging out, he simply punched the incoming short sword. Immediately afterward, the attacker's entire body, along with the short sword, exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
"Is he an assassin from the Net Trap? So weak!"
Wang Hao reverted to his original dazed and lazy demeanor, glanced at his fist, then looked at the blood mist filling the sky, and appeared somewhat disappointed.
He had actually spotted the assassin when he arrived, and he had to admit that the assassin's concealment skills were so strong that he had managed to hide from his senses. If he hadn't specifically asked Xiao Mengmeng to use the system's search function to scan the area when the Sweeping Monk and the others arrived, he really wouldn't have been able to find the guy.
The most terrifying thing about an assassin is their unexpected and deadly strike; once their whereabouts are exposed beforehand, they pose little threat.
The opponent's eyesight was indeed excellent; after that punch, ninety-nine percent of his Innate Qi was indeed gone, but that didn't mean he had no means of self-defense.
A powerful physique combined with a punch that integrates shock, explosive force, and resilience is enough to overwhelm even a peerless master at the peak of the Innate Realm.
Of course, the main reason was that the opponent was an assassin, and all his strength lay in his stealth skills. His direct combat and defense were extremely weak, not much better than a typical Late-stage Innate expert, which is why he was blown up with a single punch.
If it were the Sweeping Monk or someone else who came, even if they couldn't withstand that punch, they wouldn't have suffered such a miserable defeat; at most, they would have just been injured.
Or rather, the assassin was severely restrained by Wang Hao.
Although he didn't know the assassin's background, Wang Hao didn't care much. Instead, he took the opportunity to attach himself to the so-called Net Trap organization, making the fabricated Net Trap organization seem more real.
This makes him a free actor!
"The integration wasn't good enough; we'll have to put in some effort later!"
Watching the blood mist fall to the ground, Wang Hao felt somewhat dissatisfied with the punch.
The nine types of power in the Nine-Character True Art can be fused together, and the power will double with each fusion. The punch he threw earlier was an attempt to fuse the three types of power he had cultivated.
Unfortunately, the fusion of forces was much more difficult than he had imagined. Even with the Dao Comprehension Function activated, he could only barely achieve a preliminary fusion, and was still far from a perfect fusion!
Even so, its power is still quite impressive.
"Was this person sent by the Net Trap of Heaven)?"
The pale-faced Sweeping Monk and other Buddhist Order luminaries stepped forward, their hearts pounding at the sight of the blood mist scattered on the ground.
If they hadn't dodged quickly, their fate would probably have been far more tragic than this person's; they wouldn't even have been left with a trace of their bones.
They were also furious with this person, for they knew that Grandmaster Saitama was the hope of their Buddhist Order, and this person dared to come and assassinate him. How could they not be angry?
If this person hadn't been blasted to smithereens, they would have wanted to desecrate his corpse to vent their anger.
They initially guessed that this person was an enemy of their Buddhist Order, but judging from the words of this Grandmaster Saitama, it seemed that he was sent by the rumored Net Trap.
"They must have been sent by the Net Trap organization to test me. I don't know anyone in the Central Plains, nor have I made any enemies. I really can't think of anyone else besides the Net Trap who would make a move!"
After giving a casual explanation, Wang Hao turned and left, seemingly having no intention of interacting with the Sweeping Monk and the others.
" Grandmaster, wait!"
The Sweeping Monk and the others quickly stepped forward to stop Wang Hao. They had already guessed that this was the person they were waiting for, so how could they let him leave?
"Our family feud has just been settled. Is there some other grudge I don't know about? Shall I throw another punch?"
Staring blankly at the Sweeping Monk and the others in front of him, Wang Hao revealed an eager look, as if he really wanted to throw another punch.
This action startled the Sweeping Monk and his companions, who instinctively took several steps back before awkwardly saying, "You misunderstand, benefactor. We simply wanted to ask if your name is Yan Shisan?"
"Yes, my name is Yan Shisan, my Buddhist name is Saitama, and I am a monk who became a monk out of interest!"
Wang Hao nodded, not denying it, after all, this was something that had been planned long ago.
It was quite a coincidence. He had been thinking about how to naturally approach Shaomu Temple and reveal his identity as a person in disguise, but before he could come up with a plan, the person took the initiative to come to him, so he just went along with the act.
Didn't you just say you were from the Central Plains?
An old monk couldn't help but ask, puzzled, "This fellow is suspicious in every way, making it impossible for us to make a final decision."
"Yes, although my family is on the overseas Holy Devil Island, my ancestor Yan Fahai was from Jinling in the Central Plains Jinling."
He nodded again, maintaining his dazed and lazy demeanor, a response that left the Sweeping Monk and the others speechless.
They then realized that the person had mentioned their ancestral home, not their current place of residence; they had misunderstood.
Everyone secretly complained, "Why didn't you clarify your status earlier? If you had, we wouldn't have started fighting. We would have treated you like an ancestor."
"Finished asking? I'm leaving now!"
Wang Hao glanced at the Sweeping Monk and the others, then made a move to push through the crowd and continue his journey.
" Grandmaster Saitama, please wait. Your ancestor, Grandmaster Fahai, was also the Fangzhang of Shaomu Temple. Don't you plan to visit Grandmaster's former residence at Fahai Shaomu Temple? Moreover, Shaomu Temple also has many martial arts traditions. Although they cannot compare with overseas martial arts, they still have their merits."
The Sweeping Monk and his companions grew anxious and hurriedly began promoting themselves.
They don't care about whether or not there's a former residence for Grandmaster Fahai; their priority is to keep this person here.
And this person looks kind of silly and cute, so they should be easy to fool.
"No interest! Too much trouble! And I can't stand the vegetarian food at your monastery."
Wang Hao continued walking, pushing aside the Sweeping Monk and the others in front of him, pretending to have no interest whatsoever.
Keep in mind that he's currently portrayed as Saitama the Great Demon King, and aside from being interested in free or discounted food, he doesn't care about anything else.
" Grandmaster Saitama, you misunderstand. You are neither a disciple of my Shaomu Temple nor a member of the Buddhist Order of the Central Plains, so you are not required to abide by these rules and regulations. I will find the best chef for Grandmaster shortly. Grandmaster you wish to eat, and which is available in the Central Plains, I will certainly be able to obtain it for you."
The Sweeping Monk quickly spoke again, and the other Buddhist Order luminaries also seemed to agree.
Just kidding. As long as we can keep this super tycoon here, let alone some meat, even if he wants to find women, we wouldn't mind turning Shaomu Temple into a brothel. In fact, we would be happy to help him find women.
Oh! Do you have hot pot with lamb?
Upon hearing this, Wang Hao pretended to be interested and stopped in his tracks.
"Yes, of course, not just mutton, but even beef and tiger meat, this old monk can get them for you."
Seeing that Wang Hao was somewhat moved, the Sweeping Monk and the others were overjoyed and quickly patted their chests to assure him.
Is it free?
Wang Hao feigned an expectant yet hesitant expression and asked again.
" Grandmaster, you jest. It is only right that I, this old monk, entertain you as a guest at my Shaomu Temple. How could I dare to ask you for money!"
The Sweeping Monk quickly replied.
"When are we going to Shaomu Temple, now?"
Before anyone could react, Wang Hao appeared in front of the Sweeping Monk as if he Teleportation. His previously dazed and lazy expression changed, replaced by excitement, as if he had won the lottery.
"..."
The Sweeping Monk and the others were speechless. They hadn't expected this person to be so easy to talk to, and that a meal had satisfied them so easily.
"Now, of course! Please!"
Nodding, the Sweeping Monk and the others gestured for Wang Hao to go first.
"Now then!"
Overjoyed, Wang Hao grabbed the Sweeping Monk's shoulder and dashed towards Shaomu Temple on the mountain outside the city. His speed was extremely fast, and his method of travel was quite brutal, relying entirely on his powerful physique to leap violently.
With his current physical form and terrifying strength of hundreds of thousands of kilograms, he could leap several miles in one bound, arriving at the foot of Shaomu Temple in an instant. Then, with another leap, he landed in front of the main hall of Shaomu Temple, smashing a large crater into the thick bluestone ground.
"Hurry up and bring the mutton hotpot!"
Wang Hao eagerly dragged the dazed Sweeping Monk toward the main hall, his face beaming with excitement.
The Sweeping Monk was completely bewildered by this whole operation. He hadn't expected this person to be in such a hurry, and the way they had just traveled was far too rough, especially the way they landed, which almost caused him internal injuries.
However, the Sweeping Monk did not dare to be negligent and quickly instructed the monks in the temple to prepare everything needed for the hot pot.
The most important thing now is to serve this ancestor well; everything else is secondary.