LEGEND OF THE BLACK FLUTE WARRIOR
FORBIDDEN CAVES, THOUGH,
The man smiled and said,
"Old monk need not be arrogant anymore, just heard my laughter you've been trembling."
"It's better that you just hand the thing over to me, there's no need to bully me with your Buddhist site's science."
"Right now let alone the Buddhist footprint, even cat treads are not necessarily able to you remove."
"You deceive little children, your broad daylight dreams."
Monk Hui Neng tried to calm himself so as not to be provoked by his emotions,
then calmly said,
"San Chai's...San Chai's...San Chai...!!"
"Susiok Couw don't worry let's face this lowly human together" said monk Wu Ming as he stepped out of the cave followed by monks Wu Sin and Wu Se.
The man laughed loudly, though,
"Ha.ha...ha...ha....hahaha...!"
"Good.good...very good...!"
"You play the game, the party of truth that is grandly hailed as the no 1 party of the martial world turns out to be just this.."
Wu Ming's face turned red hearing the man's insinuation.
"Susiok Couw do not be provoked by this cunning human speech, keeping the world's safety first."
Monk Hui Neng nodded the four of them uniting the gallant standing power.
The frontmost Hui Neng monk behind him was lined with three Wu-level monks sticking his palms on the backs and left-right shoulders of monk Hui Neng.
Then a moment later a golden bell and 20 suns were formed that surrounded their bodies.
The man smilingly said,
"Good, one pat got 4 flies instead of me having to waste energy and time looking for you one by one."
The man darted in front of his body surrounded by white light, with a flying position like a drill, his hands were tightened to form a mudra and straightened forward on his head.
The sharp air he made scratched the entire wall of the cave fiercely, the first blow caused a fierce tremor.
The man's body was thrown out from inside the cave, but he did not give up exerting more energy .
He slid back in like position, then hit the golden bell again more fiercely.
This time the golden bell suffered a crack,
although the man was thrown back, but his mouth revealed a cynical smile.
While the three Wu-level monks behind the monk Hui Neng from the edge of their mouths drained blood, their faces were pale and filled with sweat as big as corn seeds.
From their shiny heads were filled with sweat grains and emitted thin vapors.
While the monk Hui Neng only looks pale and a little coughing.
The man again darted forward and a fierce collision occurred this time the golden bell shield broke into pieces
The three Wu-tiered monks fell flat on whimpering backs while holding their chests and spitting fresh blood from their mouths.
They tried to get up sitting cross-legged while closing their eyes.
While Monk Hui Neng from the corner of his lips drained the blood of thin steam billowing on the crown of his head.
The man did not stop there, he attacked the monk Hui Neng ferociously and quickly for a moment his body disappeared in the form of a shadow that shot to and fro.
Monk Hui Ming tried to deal with it with Shaolin Lo Han Cuan, combined with Shaolin Cing Kang Quan.
A violent clash of punches and kicks, the man continued to flutter around monk Hui Neng with various kinds of claw slash attacks until the kick swirled with his head under his feet above.
But still unable to break through the solid defense of monk Hui Neng.
Eventually the man lost his patience he didn't have much time playing around like this.
"Your Old Monk is great too." said the man then he now uses a strange claw style that gives off a white light.
Monk Hui Neng began to push violently and play backwards, on one occasion the man suddenly hooked the feet of monk Hui Neng who was busy fending off his pair of strangely moving claws.
Monk Hui Neng who did not expect his leg suddenly swept violently, at the back of his knee.
So that he fell in a kneeling position, with mercilessly the five fingers of the man pierced through the monk Hui Neng's skull and then kicked the monk Hui Neng's back.
Until his body fell slumped forward in a prone position not moving anymore, he said,
With the skull part of the head drain blood continuously wet the soil around the head.
Thus is the end of the life of a sacred monk who is more than 200 years old and has god-like devotion.
Must die in the hands of that low and cunning man.
With a cold laugh he stepped closer to the three Wu-level monks, who were still closing their eyes trying to recover their body condition.
Without realizing that their powerful Susiok Couw had died in the hands of the cunning man.
Now a great danger is approaching them,
Monk Wu Ming who first opened his eyes was very surprised to see a claw that gave off a white radiance.
He was being pointed at his head and the suture head of monk Wu Sin, while monk Wu Se was getting a kick towards his heart.
Monk Wu Ming only had time to shout
"Sute beware...!!"
Raising his hand deflected the grip that was fixed to his head.
But the stalk with a pair of hands crossed up was not strong enough to withstand the attack of the powerful claw.
The claws continued to slide rapidly through his skull, so that monk Wu Ming was immediately killed with his eyes darting upwards.
While monk Wu Sin at the same time was also killed by claws that pierced his head like monk Wu Ming.
Even worse he had not had time to fend off or dodge, so he died with wide eyes gaping mouth in disbelief.
Monk Wu Se like monk Wu Sin did not have time to realize anything, his heart had been broken by a kick from the sadistic man.
His body was stretched stiff with all five senses spitting out blood.
The man with light and relaxed steps as if nothing had happened, he passed the three corpses before him without any guilt or remorse.
He walked into the cave, inside the inner cave in the right corner was seen a row of gravestones of deceased Shaolin monk ancestors.
At the very top was a corpse sitting cross-legged closing its eyes.
Under the stone his seat was written
Tat Mo Couw Su's.
On his lap was a worn-out book, the man smiling cunningly went forward without permission or salute.
He casually picked up the book on the lap of the corpse, seeing its title Ju Lai Sin Ciang (Ju Lai Buddhist Site )
With a happy smile he pocketed the book in his pocket.
Then he turned to look at the center of the room