Chapter 61: Compassion? This Is Just Too Brutal (Second Update)

Inside the Sky Mother Carrier

"Pfft, is that all?"

Stark, noticing Captain America's small move, sneered.

What, thinking you can pull some trick on me, Stark?

I'm not the Stark I used to be.

After tasting the gourmet dish, Stark's entire body stats surged fivefold.

Directly surpassing the limits of an ordinary human.

His current strength is no less than Captain America's.

Black Widow, standing aside all along, was startled by this sight.

She knew well what Captain America's strength was.

Absolutely not something an ordinary person could withstand.

This Tony Stark can actually resist it?

This is clearly unscientific!

"Should we try it ourselves?"

Seeing Captain America's resentful expression, Stark felt triumphant.

Now, even without his armor, he can still crush ordinary people.

And in the future, Stark will only grow stronger!

"Enough. I called you here today for the Tesseract!"

Seeing Stark and Captain America clash, Nick Fury was pained.

These two are key to my future plans.

If they start off on bad terms, it'll be a nightmare later!

With Nick Fury, that black egg, stepping in, Stark and Captain America calmed down.

As for Captain America, Stark didn't take him seriously at all.

With the Immortal Realm, Stark will one day become the strongest.

Maybe later I can try arm-wrestling the Hulk!

As he thought this, Stark grew more excited.

Just as Stark was fantasizing about the future,

On the other side, in the Heavenly Dragon world, inside Shaolin Temple

"Brother, do you think that thief will come again?"

Inside Shaolin Temple now, security was tight; Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji lay hidden in the shadows.

This time, upon returning, they brought out a plate of egg fried rice, deliberately luring the thief into striking.

From how targeted his last attack was, it's clear he's already figured out our routines.

Someone like this should be caught as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, outside Shaolin Temple, countless black-clad figures lay hidden.

"Did you hear? Inside Shaolin Temple, there's a dish that boosts internal energy!"

"I've heard it already—otherwise we wouldn't be here!"

"First rule: whoever grabs it, it's theirs!"

"Fine, agreed!"

"…………"

The black-clad figures formed factions, clearly all heading for Shaolin's egg fried rice.

Behind the black-clad figures, Ju Mozi sneered inwardly.

Shaolin baldheads, this time your cleverness has backfired.

Rumors aren't something only you can spread.

I, Ju Mozi, can spread them too.

This time, let these people stir up the murky water in Shaolin.

I'll take advantage of the chaos!

As Ju Mozi thought this, he waited patiently.

At midnight,

"Attack!"

With a soft command, the next moment, a swarm of Ye Heizi rushed toward Shaolin's main gate.

Many coveted Shaolin's egg fried rice.

Now, a dark tide surged straight into Shaolin Temple.

"Trouble! Thieves have breached the temple!"

Shaolin Temple, already on alert, instantly descended into chaos.

Among them, several figures slipped through the confusion and headed deep into the temple.

Ju Mozi's figure trailed right behind them.

Inside Shaolin's Discipline Hall now,

A plate of Jin Guang egg fried rice sat on the open floor of the main hall.

A Gao Seng of Shaolin was devoutly chanting sutras, offering prayers.

This scene made several black shadows outside the Discipline Hall sneer.

These Shaolin Gao Seng are laughable.

They've already broken their precepts, yet they're still chanting Buddhist scriptures to the Buddha.

Truly shameless bald donkeys of the Buddhist sect!

Muttering inwardly, the few exchanged a glance.

One of them nodded, then his figure moved, heading straight for the fried rice.

"Who's there!"

The Shaolin Gao Seng chanting scriptures awoke with a start, and with a Dragon Claw Hand strike, clawed at the approaching figure.

But the visitor clearly had no intention of fighting — once discovered, he immediately turned and fled.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The Shaolin Gao Seng roared at once and hurriedly chased out.

Such a scene made the hidden figures all break into cold smiles.

Pfft, and they call themselves Shaolin Temple?

A simple lure-and-ambush, and they fell for it.

Snorting disdainfully in their hearts, the few then struck out, heading for the fried rice.

But the moment they moved, the next instant, a gust of wild wind swept in.

From a shadowy corner, several Shaolin Gao Seng stepped out directly — clearly long ambushed here.

"A lure-and-ambush? Far too crude!"

The leading Master Monk Xuannan let out a cold snort as well.

They had been lying in wait here for a long time already.

Figures moved, and the few struck out in an instant, charging toward the men in black.

And just as Monk Xuannan and the others made their move—

Inside the Precept Hall, a figure had already quietly slipped in.

"Haha, thanks!"

Seeing someone outside buying time, Monk Xuanji was instantly overjoyed.

This is what they call the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Without hesitation, a hand reached out and grabbed for the fried rice.

But the very instant he touched it—

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant rang out, and the next moment, Monk Xuanji's figure stepped out from within the Precept Hall.

"Boom!"

Vast internal force erupted from within Monk Xuanji's body.

Beneath his black robes, Monk Xuanji's face immediately twisted in anguish.

The crushing pressure of that vast internal force enveloped him, making him utterly miserable.

"Patron, the one who came last time should have been you as well!"

Monk Xuanji sensed the fluctuations of internal force within Monk Xuanji's body.

To possess such fluctuations of internal force, in the Wu Lin, he was clearly no nameless nobody.

A finger flicked out, instantly knocking the veil from Monk Xuanji's face.

"So it's you!"

Looking at Monk Xuanji's face, Monk Xuanji's expression immediately changed.

He had not expected that the one who came to steal was actually Monk Xuanji.

At the last Wu Lin gathering, this man had already secretly stolen martial arts from their Sutra Library.

And now, here he was again to steal their fried rice.

This was truly treating their Shaolin as a sheep to be endlessly plucked!

Did he think their Shaolin was easy to bully!

In an instant, Monk Xuanji flew into a rage.

A full-force Vajra Palm strike was hurled straight at Monk Xuanji.

"Puh!"

The gap in internal force between them was far too great — Monk Xuanji had no chance to resist at all, coughing blood midair as his body was sent flying backward.

"Thud!"

In the silent night, outside the Precept Hall, Monk Xuanji's body crashed heavily onto the ground, fresh blood pooling everywhere — his fate unknown.

Such a scene left the rest staring in stunned disbelief.

Holy shit, didn't they say Shaolin was all about mercy and compassion?

How can these Shaolin bald donkeys be so ruthless?

Over a single bowl of fried rice, they actually went straight to killing!

Oh god, they're done, they're chickening out!