Chapter 135

Across the entire internet, aside from Old Lady Huo, there were also Zhang Yueshan, Yin Nanfeng, and Shen Qiong, who had crossed paths with Zhang Lin.

No one knew that his martial skills were astonishing!

So when they heard Zhang Lin say this, public opinion immediately shifted, drawing nearly universal mockery online.

【Laughing to death, a mere storyteller saying he has a way to subdue a Blood Corpse?】

【Seriously, I find it unbelievable hearing this — does he treat a Blood Corpse like a trash bin on the roadside? One kick and it falls to the ground?】

【Does he even know he's become famous online, so now he's spouting nonsense just to grab attention?】

【I think so — didn't he just say earlier that he wanted everyone to upload recordings of his storytelling!】

【Although, Mr. Zhang's words were a bit exaggerated, he didn't say 'upload a lot,' just that he was grateful and didn't forbid it — don't twist his meaning.】

【Oh, so a storyteller has fans now too? And people coming out to defend him.】

【Anyway, I'm on a call with a friend right now, and my friend is at the scene listening to his storytelling in person. I want to see what kind of tricks he can come up with!】

Zhang Lin's sudden words caused the entire internet to question him.

It was simply that his identity as a storyteller was far too ordinary.

It was hard to associate him with an expert capable of dealing with a Blood Corpse!

Moreover, what Zhang Lin mentioned was a single move of a Cultivation Method — that is, martial confrontation.

Its nature was completely different from the method he had previously described for dealing with Corpse Puppets!

Only those who understood martial arts could judge the merits of a martial technique — this was an indisputable fact.

But Zhang Lin clearly looked as though he couldn't even truss a chicken.

How could such a person know a single move capable of subduing an enemy?

And the opponent was a Blood Corpse, impervious to blades and spears, its entire body as hard as iron!

At this moment, let alone the online mockery, even Zhang Lin's loyal fans at the scene couldn't help exchanging uneasy glances.

Everyone was thinking: Mr. Zhang should just stick to storytelling and not get into these flashy tricks, lest he ruin his reputation.

Zhang Lin didn't need to look at the online comments — just a glance at the crowd's expressions told him what they were thinking.

In this world, people who judged others by appearances were everywhere!

Just because he was a storyteller, he couldn't be highly skilled in martial arts?

Who decreed that a delivery driver couldn't be a hundred-meter champion, or that a cook couldn't be a General?

Seeing the crowd erupt, then fall silent once more.

Zhang Lin merely smiled indifferently, then said: "You all probably think I'm bragging."

"But in fact, this move of mine is one of the signature techniques of the Mountain-Mover Daoist, from the four great tomb-raiding sects I mentioned earlier!"

"The Mountain-Mover Daoist's lineage suffered a severe break, so among the Banshanyi Sect's signature techniques, the number of people in the entire world who know them probably doesn't exceed ten."

"And those who can still perform them — I fear there aren't even three left!"

The moment Zhang Lin finished speaking, not to mention the entire audience.

Even Zhang Yueshan, Yin Nanfeng in the private box, and Old Lady Huo all shot to their feet in excitement.

The Mountain-Mover Daoist's signature technique!?

There was actually still someone in this world who knew the Mountain-Mover Secret Technique?

Could this storyteller truly know everything and be capable of anything?

Zhang Yueshan directly said in a shocked tone: "That's impossible. The Banshanyi Sect's skills are the hardest to master, and they are extremely strict in accepting disciples."

"Moreover, I heard that the Mountain-Mover Daoist sect suffered a great catastrophe during the Republic of China Era, and the entire sect was nearly wiped out."

"Whether the Mountain-Mover Daoist even has descendants is uncertain — how could this storyteller possibly know the detailed signature techniques of the Mountain-Mover!?"

"This is simply too incredible!"

Yin Nanfeng also remarked with feeling: "I've heard the Banshanyi Sect's lineage is legendary, and the skills of the Mountain-Mover Chieftain are unrivaled among the four sects!"

"If this storyteller truly even knows the signature techniques of the Banshanyi Sect…"

"Then this person's identity becomes even more mysterious!"

Zhang Lin accepted the crowd's shock entirely.

But he still, never satisfied unless his words shocked people to death, said: "Of course, if I just talk about it, you naturally won't be able to feel the brilliance of the Mountain-Mover technique."

"I'm not talented, but I happen to know this one move!"

"If anyone is willing to come up and assist, this storyteller wouldn't mind showing off a bit!"

"To let you all witness one of the signature techniques of the Mountain-Mover Daoist of old."

"Star-Chief Kicks the Dipper!"

The moment Zhang Lin finished speaking, Monk Hua, who had been listening to the storytelling below and was fired up, suddenly stood up.

He shouted loudly: "I'll do it!"

The crowd turned and saw a burly man nearly two meters tall rise to his feet.

Then they looked at Zhang Lin on stage, one meter eighty, but noticeably leaner.

The audience's hearts all skipped a beat!

This big guy wants to come up and demonstrate with Mr. Zhang?

He'd better not accidentally beat Mr. Zhang to death!

…….