Chapter 897: Characteristics of the Hundred Beasts!

Hangzhou, Tianzheng Temple.

Fresh blood flowed down the stone steps; the warrior monks were struggling desperately to fend off the Krieg soldiers' assault.

Yet, no matter how profound their formations were, in the face of the utterly insane Death Korps, it was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

Wielding entrenching tools, the Krieg soldiers ignored the Shaolin staves crashing down upon their heads and struck directly at the necks of the warrior monks.

"Squish!"

Fresh blood sprayed into the air. Many warrior monks wore expressions of fury, shouting, "Senior Brother!"

"Tsk! Senior Brother! It seems the martial arts of you bald donkeys aren't much to speak of, are they? Could it be that you've spent all your effort on hoarding the fat of the people?"

Speaking with mockery, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but walk forward with his hands behind his back. Circling him to launch their attacks, the Krieg soldiers kept the warrior monks firmly held at bay.

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, the Abbot roared, "We have no Japanese pirates here! You attack our Buddhist temple like this—do you intend to make an enemy of all the Shaolin in the world, and an enemy of the people of Hangzhou?"

Glaring angrily at Zhang Cheng, the Abbot couldn't help but roar while gripping his Zen staff.

Yet, after hearing the Abbot's words, Zhang Cheng spoke coldly, "You didn't dare let my people in, and now you're threatening me? You're truly interesting! You bald donkey!"

Squinting his eyes, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but rebuke him, "Hangzhou City is in chaos, yet I haven't seen you lot leave the temple to save anyone! Now you spout benevolence and morality at me? Who do you think I am? Do you think I'd be afraid just because of Shaolin?"

Golden scales surged over his right hand. Zhang Cheng immediately struck out toward the front, shouting, "Destroy!"

"Boom!"

A powerful wave of Qi surged; a terrifying shockwave permeated the area.

As the warrior monks vomited blood and flew backward one after another, Zhang Cheng raised a finger coldly and said, "I said, if I kill everyone in this entire temple, I won't let anyone go!"

Just as Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the Krieg soldiers immediately launched a charge.

Holding his nine-ringed Zen staff, the Abbot barely managed to withstand the impact and immediately roared, "Form the formation with me! Subdue the demons!"

"Subdue the demons!"

With a great shout, the warrior monks roared one after another.

Watching the warrior monks gradually rely on their formation to block the Krieg soldiers, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say coldly, "A bunch of meddlesome bald donkeys!"

Charging forward, Zhang Cheng's hands condensed golden scales.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's martial arts, the Abbot was shocked: "The Seventy-Two Shaolin Stunts?"

"These are not the martial arts of your Shaolin!"

Grabbing a warrior monk with a backhand, Zhang Cheng slammed him violently into the ground.

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood sprayed from the monk's mouth, and he immediately breathed his last.

Seeing Zhang Cheng being so cruel, the Abbot roared, "Junior, you are truly going too far! Watch as I suppress you for decades to erase your karma!"

Hearing the Abbot's words, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer, "You bald donkeys are truly interesting. You clearly want to prevent your enemies from growing strong, yet you insist on saying you're 'suppressing' them. Tsk tsk tsk, good words and bad words—it's all you."

Opening his hands, the condensed Qi surged. Zhang Cheng lunged forward.

"Boom!"

Under the powerful impact, the Abbot's nine-ringed Zen staff struck Zhang Cheng's right arm.

The two stared at each other. Zhang Cheng couldn't help but squint his eyes and say, "Your character may be rotten, but your martial arts are not bad!"

"What?"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, the Abbot never expected that someone so young could withstand his full-strength strike. One had to know that he was one of the few first-rate experts in the Jianghu!

"If you're old, die sooner. After all, to be old and not die is to be a thief!"

Looking coldly at the Abbot, Zhang Cheng extended his left hand forward like a sharp blade, intending to tear open his chest.

"Not good!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, the Abbot hurriedly dodged, but a wound was still left on his chest.

"Abbot!"

Seeing the Abbot injured, his cassock stained red with blood, the warrior monks immediately became enraged.

Yet at this moment, the Krieg soldiers had already completely charged into the temple.

Watching the people constantly closing in, the Abbot spoke coldly, "Since it has come to this, this old man will no longer hold back!"

Following his words, he immediately slammed his Zen staff into the ground beside him.

Watching the Abbot in confusion, Zhang Cheng saw the man press his palms together and immediately fly toward him, shouting, "Great Mercy Hand!"

Seeing the massive palm print coming forward, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Yet in the next second, a Buddha palm print appeared out of thin air and struck Zhang Cheng directly.

"Bang!"

The earth roared; Zhang Cheng was sent flying backward for several meters.

"Crack!"

His body smashed heavily through a wall, and shattered bricks flew everywhere.

When the Krieg soldiers saw everything before them, their eyes immediately became fervent, because this old man seemed capable of killing them!

With this thought appearing, the Krieg soldiers immediately became fanatical.

However, just as the Krieg soldiers were about to launch a "charge," Zhang Cheng roared, "He is mine!"

"Boom!"

Shaking his hands outward, shattered stones and dust fell constantly.

When Zhang Cheng stood up again, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth: "Truly interesting. This move? Great Mercy Hand, is it?"

Seeing Zhang Cheng, who had nearly suffered a full-strength blow, still able to stand so sturdily, the Abbot couldn't help but be stunned.

Because everyone in the world knew the Seventy-Two Shaolin Stunts were powerful, but no one had ever thought about how difficult they were to learn.

After all, one had to have the corresponding Buddhist philosophy to be able to learn them!

This was also why one had to chant scriptures first if one wanted to learn Shaolin martial arts!

Pushing aside the Krieg soldiers nearby, Zhang Cheng walked forward swaggeringly, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Yet at this moment, crying sounds came from afar.

"Not good!"

Turning his head in astonishment, the Abbot's expression changed abruptly.

But just as many monks appeared from a side door, they were carrying many young girls and children on their shoulders.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Cheng looked at the Abbot before him and then mocked, "Now, who is the demon?"

"Kill all these people! Don't let them reveal anything!"

Pointing at Zhang Cheng, the Abbot immediately roared.

However, looking at the Abbot, Zhang Cheng sneered, "Characteristics of the Hundred Beasts, Master of Fresh Blood!"

As Zhang Cheng's voice fell, the blood around him began to float.

Looking at this scene in terror, the Abbot was immediately shocked: "You?"

"I originally wanted to play with you, but now it seems you don't even have the qualifications to die by my hands!"

Raising his hand forward, the blood around Zhang Cheng immediately transformed into long spears and pierced through.

"Squish!"

When many caught-off-guard warrior monks had their bodies directly torn through, Zhang Cheng lifted his hands upward and said, "Let us begin the pleasant slaughter!"

"Beep beep beep!"

A whistle sounded, and the Krieg soldiers immediately launched their attack.

"No, no, evil demon!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in terror, the Abbot's face was filled with despair.

Because he couldn't believe that there was someone in the world who would use such evil "martial arts"!

"Hahahaha!"

Watching the warrior monks being crushed in the blood, Zhang Cheng's eyes gradually turned scarlet.

Because he had felt there was something wrong with the temple from the very beginning, and now it had become a firm belief.

This group of monks was simply unworthy of the people's faith, and unworthy of living on this land.

"Boom!"

A torrential downpour fell, and everything in the world was dyed bright red.

Standing in the open courtyard, Zhang Cheng grabbed the Abbot's neck with one hand and said, "Just as I said, you don't even have the qualifications to die by my hands! Because, I do not kill beasts."

Looking at Zhang Cheng in despair, the Abbot felt as if all the bones in his body were shattered.

Zhang Cheng backhanded the weapon to Krieg beside him, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Leave no one alive in the entire temple, not even the chickens or dogs!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 898 =====