Blazing Sun Wheel, Arhat Kick

Hai Donglai is a man with a very bad reputation.

He originally became famous in Chang'an City, following the custom of duels between wandering knights.

At that time, among the wandering knights in Chang'an, there were successively people who claimed to be the best in knife skills, sword skills, spear skills, and archery.

Hai Donglai to each of them, engaging in life-or-death duels. With just a red umbrella, he defeated these leaders one after another, thus gaining fame.

At that time, according to the rules of the martial arts world, he could open his own school and teach students, or become a guest of a famous family in Chang'an. Even the Prime Minister's Mansion was interested in recruiting him.

Alternatively, he could choose to join the army and earn merit, hoping to one day lead troops in a region.

These methods were considered respectable and legitimate by people in the martial arts world at the time.

However, Hai Donglai did not choose any of them; he chose to join the Inner Guard.

This organization, which combines espionage, assassination, and surveillance, has always had a bad reputation.

Moreover, Hai Donglai joined the government at the time when the Two-Tax Law was being implemented, and the power struggles between the government and the public were extremely fierce.

Wherever Hai Donglai, local officials and merchants alike would inevitably suffer death or injury, and the manner of the deaths would be gruesome. The mere mention of this rumor could stop children from crying at night.

Rumors gradually spread that his red robe and red umbrella were stained with blood, earning him the infamous reputation of being a figure of bloodshed.

During his battles against rebels and foreign powers, he also carried out numerous assassinations, succeeding on several occasions.

At a young age, he had already accumulated merits and risen to the rank of Inner Guard Right Division.

Although the high-ranking officials in the court saw his outstanding achievements, they also felt a sense of unease, knowing that so many heavily guarded people could not save their own lives when facing Hai Donglai.

Several times, officials in the court impeached him for being arrogant and domineering, and even brought up his two nicknames in the martial arts world and on the border.

"Chang'an is headless, the Hai Donglai!"

"A sea of blood surges forth, the Red Emperor Donglai!"

Either way, it would be something that would greatly offend the emperor.

However, the Tang emperor simply laughed off these memorials, and rumors began to circulate in the palace.

Our Great Tang has always referred to its emperors as sages. Surely a sage has the capacity to tolerate others? If talented people are stifled because of a nickname used in the common people, what will happen when someone in the future receives the honorific title of "emperor" from the populace?

Upon hearing this, the court officials fell silent, because those who called themselves emperors among the common people were mostly scholars and ministers like them.

This "Jun so-and-so" originally means a gentleman, not a king.

But the emperor's deliberate attempt to confuse the issue clearly indicated his intention to protect the emperor.

However, after this incident, some self-proclaimed upright officials became even more critical of Hai Donglai, regarding him as a sycophantic lackey and treacherous official.

The rumors, some true and some false, spread far and wide, making Hai Donglai appear to be a cruel, ruthless, and capricious villain who was also highly trusted by the emperor.

Even with so many rumors circulating...

Of all his titles, the reputation of "Number One Martial Artist of the Great Tang" remains the most dazzling.

Dao Baishu was quite reserved about the Inner Guard and didn't like to talk about these things, only briefly mentioning the title of the Inner Guard Commander.

However, after seeing this battlefield, Chu Tianshu could vaguely sense what kind of person that was.

Hai Donglai was not originally supposed to be part of the delegation; he was traveling alone. By the time he arrived, the entire delegation had already perished.

Faced with dozens of formidable opponents of unknown strength, he never considered relying on the complex terrain of the jungle to secretly track, harass, and gradually eliminate them.

Instead, they chose to charge straight ahead in the most brutal way possible.

The earliest corpses had their torsos and limbs severed, demonstrating the extent of his cruelty.

Looking at the wound on the Great Tang envoy's chest, it was likely caused by the old monk's palm.

If the envoy died from having his heart pierced, then the old monk also died from having his heart ripped out.

"What a fierce and arrogant person!"

Chu Tianshu glanced back at the battlefield, his heart filled with longing.

Who among martial arts practitioners wouldn't want to meet a master with such an air of authority?

However, Hai Donglai was probably seriously injured in this battle.

He was disturbed by the power of dozens of Weapon Soul, and the extent to which his mental and physical strength was exhausted is self-evident.

Finally, they would face the old monk embedded in the tree, who was also an extraordinary figure.

If Hai Donglai can handle enemies of this caliber without much trouble, then he could simply go to the Tubo capital and seize an opportunity to snatch the head off the Tubo ruler.

They'll take a head off every time they change masters; they're not afraid the other side won't surrender.

"Wait, something's not right here..."

Chu Tianshu Tianshu's mind was mostly focused on analyzing the battlefield and speculating on Hai Donglai's battle process.

When he turned around, although he didn't see the body of the Great Tang Dynasty envoy, the scene flashed through his mind.

He immediately spotted a problem with it.

After the old monk died, the blood splattered from his chest was almost identical to the blood that flowed from the Great Tang Dynasty envoy.

That's not right.

Look at this old monk. He was smashed into the trunk of a big tree, but apart from the fatal wound, there was no sign of any damage to his muscles, bones, skin, or flesh. This shows how strong his body was when he was alive.

The blood gushing out after such a person dies should be significantly more abundant and thicker than the blood flowing from the Great Tang Dynasty envoy.

Chu Tianshu's gaze focused on the old monk's wound.

There was a hole, but the thick bloodstains and shadows obscured the "tree bark" behind the wound.

Just as Chu Tianshu glanced over and felt hostility, the "thing" behind the wound seemed to sense something.

"Get out of the way!!"

Chu Tianshu shouted and dodged to the side, already more than two zhang away.

The others, alerted, also instinctively avoided the position where the corpse was facing.

They all kept a sufficient distance from each other, avoiding the direction from which they were most likely to be attacked.

If it were some kind of hidden weapon, it shouldn't have any effect on them.

But that was light!

Strong light! Translucent light!

The incandescent white light was far brighter than the morning sunlight in the forest.

Even though no one was directly in the sunlight, they were still engulfed by it.

They instinctively closed their eyes, some even tilting their heads and raising their hands to block the light.

But that light seemed to possess a unique penetrating power, shining directly through their clothes and landing on their bodies, minds, and eyes.

Everyone felt a sudden white light followed by black, their eyes aching and they couldn't see anything.

There's an even more dizzying feeling, as if the surrounding directions are shaking and inverting, making it impossible to recall the original location of the scenery.

They naturally couldn't know that the light source was actually only fleeting.

Just after the flash of bright light, the old monk's eyes twitched, and he took a step forward, having already detached himself from the tree.

The tree trunk had dents, bloodstains, and a golden disc about a foot in diameter.

The disc was clearly deformed, suggesting that it was hit on the tree first, and then the old monk was hit on the tree trunk.

Buzz!!

The disc suddenly spun, detached itself from the tree trunk, flipped in mid-air, revealing a pearl-shaped handle on its back.

The old monk reached back and grabbed the handle.

Just then, a shadow appeared in front of the old monk, almost touching the ground.

The Tang sword was drawn, the sound of the wind like tearing silk.

A single, precise strike aimed at the old monk's knee.

That's Blind Cheng; he's blind to begin with, so of course he doesn't care about the bright light.

But as he swung his sword, the old monk lifted his right foot as if by magic.

The toe of the foot actually kicked the Blind Cheng's hand.

One person's foot-lifting speed can be trained to be almost as fast as someone else's hand-waving and sword-drawing speed.

The Blind Cheng's heart clenched; he knew that this man's life-long Strength-Tempering Method must have been incredibly advanced.

Therefore, although the body dies, the muscles and bones do not decay.

Even when controlled by the Weapon Soul, he was still able to unleash such power!

His attack was thwarted, his wrist was kicked to the side, but he twisted his palm.

The blade, which had been slashing horizontally, was propelled upwards by a flick and twist of the wrist.

The Tang sword has a straight blade, which inherently makes it suitable for piercing.

Blind Cheng an inch thick.

The Wind-Listening Saber seemed to follow the gaps in the wind, and after piercing through, the blade remained perfectly straight.

When!!!

This strike collided precisely with the golden disc that the old monk had slammed down.

The old monk landed on his right foot and slammed his right hand down, generating a powerful force that coordinated his entire body.

The disc pressed down so hard that the long knife bent, almost like a bow.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Blind Cheng retreated quickly, the tip of his knife touching the ground in front of him, but his hand couldn't help but tremble.

A wisp of smoke rose from the web of his hand where he gripped the knife, and obvious blisters appeared on the back of his hand.

That disc was none other than the Blazing Sun Wheel, a Blood-Refined Divine Weapon of the Tubo Empire!

The wielder had already made a name for himself forty years ago; the power of his Weapon Soul was known as "Bright Light, All Flames."

Legend has it that wherever the light shines, flames will already touch it.

A single ray of light from the wheel can cause dozens of people to burn to death.

The Blind Cheng didn't feel himself being burned, but he felt his knife had turned into a red-hot branding iron.

He sensed something was wrong and forced his grip on the knife handle, but he couldn't stop the burn marks on his hands.

This tremor was a huge opening, but the old monk was unable to catch up with him.

Because a ferocious figure suddenly attacked from the side.

At a distance of two zhang, Chu Tianshu only needed to sway his body to dodge to the side.

He's sprinting back now, so fast it's like the ground shakes and he's there in an instant.

The old monk's deathly white eyes twitched slightly. He bent his left arm and blocked with a horizontal motion, while his right long arm swung, slicing the golden disc across.

Bang! Crash!!!

Chu Tianshu didn't even draw his sword before unleashing two punches.

A punch landed squarely on the old monk's left arm, causing his entire burly body to shudder, his feet sinking deep to the side, and his center of gravity to shift.

The right arm that was swinging the disc was also affected, its trajectory changed, and its speed decreased.

Chu Tianshu's other hand delivered a punch from below, slamming it into the center of the disc.

The disc was blasted high into the air.

Chu Tianshu's face was exposed, his eyes were red at the corners and rims, but he kept them open.

He hid well in a secluded spot, so the strong light had minimal impact on him.

Moreover, since he achieved the great success of "Eating Makes an Immortal," his internal organs have become stronger, and the strength of his eyes has also increased day by day.

The bright light hurt his eyes, but it wasn't enough to cause temporary blindness.

But the moment his hand touched the disc, his eyes closed.

Sure enough, the raised disc flashed with intense light once more.

Chu Tianshu possessed the Insight Technique, but when facing a master, he felt that abandoning his vision was not enough.

He had just caught a glimpse of the old monk in close proximity, and all the details and signs from that moment remained in his mind.

For the time being, closing your eyes is fine!

As the golden disc flashed, the old monk's foot shot out like a phantom.

Chu Tianshu's foot intercepted at that moment, slamming directly into his shinbone.

At the moment of impact, Chu Tianshu's foot tightened its grip using the arch of his foot, preventing an instant rebound and allowing for a brief moment of contact.

He took the opportunity to shove his foot down, the sole of his shoe tearing through the old monk's trouser leg, and his foot slammed heavily onto the old monk's instep.

The art of boxing places great emphasis on the skill of stomping, which can be either one's own foot stomping on the ground or someone else's foot.

Even if the other person's feet aren't on the ground, you can still stomp.

Breaking through the Shaolin Fist, Arhat Wipes Away Moss!

Shaolin monks integrate kung fu into their daily lives. Cooking and cleaning are all ways to practice kung fu. Even wiping moss off the base of a wall with the soles of your feet is a way to train your strength.

With Chu Tianshu's skill, this kick could not only remove the moss, but also remove a layer of powder from the stone wall.

With a rub and a smash, the old monk's foot was cracked and sank into the ground.

The strength in my calf dissipated during that rubbing, leaving it red and swollen.

Chu Tianshu took the opportunity to kick and break the unsuspecting shinbone.

The old monk bent one leg backward, his body suddenly tilted to the side, and the disc in his hand stood upright, as if cleaving down with a large axe.

But he was missing both his heart and his legs, and his whole body was out of balance.

This hasty swing of his arm, relying solely on arm strength, was easily caught by Chu Tianshu's palms.

Clang!!

The instant the disc stopped rotating, Chu Tianshu's right foot had already kicked the old monk's shoulder.

The kick was so powerful it was like thunder; the sole of the shoe exploded with a bang.

Palm Thunder generated by the sole of the foot.

The old monk's shoulder joint was broken by the kick, and his flesh was torn apart.

The scarlet blood flowers bloomed like red lotuses.

The arm that was gripping the golden disc had completely detached from the old monk's body.

Chu Tianshu's leg shadow didn't touch the ground; it swayed again and kicked the old monk's collarbone.

Thump!!

The old monk's body crashed back into the dent in the tree trunk.

Given the current state of the corpse's condition, even if some evil weapon were to encounter it, the Wild Weapon Soul would be unable to control it.

Chu Tianshu withdrew his feet, and his hands, which were holding the golden roulette wheel, began to emit wisps of green smoke.

"It's just an illusion!"

Chu Tianshu opened his eyes wide, increased the force in his hand, gripped the disc with one hand, and ripped off the severed arm.

Then, as if bending a piece of sheet metal, he bent it with both hands, pressing inwards, and violently deformed the golden disc.

The light is real, but the heat is fake.

The golden disc didn't generate nearly as much heat as advertised.

Otherwise, if the old monk Hai Donglai, the leaves of the surrounding trees would inevitably curl and wither.

This heat is essentially a kind of illusion, using real, intense light as the catalyst for the illusion.

If the enemy cannot see through this illusion, they will actually suffer burns from being burned by flames.

Crunch!

A piercing metallic sound emanated from Chu Tianshu's hands as he gradually folded the foot-sized golden disc into a fist-sized lump of scrap iron.

Even in the cracks of the scrap metal, something still tries to gleam and generate heat.

"Having just transformed into Wild Weapon Soul, you're already so tenacious. Your master's blood is truly a great tonic for you."

Chu Tianshu looked down, then clapped his hands together in front of his chest, producing a dull thud.

The golden scrap metal was smashed into a thick, flat disc by his hands.

The Evil Weapon Soul within finally dissipated, releasing a wisp of red smoke.

(End of this chapter)