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"Amitabha Buddha," said Brother Ru Yin.
The Iron Plate Monk leaned against the mountain wall, took a step forward, and clasped his hands together to chant. He turned to the Eighty Copper Men disciples and shouted, "Form the Copper Man formation."
Earlier, to avoid the Sky Dragon Bat that had rolled down from the Cliff, all the Monk Soldiers of Eastern Shaolin had jumped aside. Relying on the Unity of Man's movement technique, they concealed their presence and remained motionless against the mountain wall, making it impossible to sense their existence.
Even if one could see them, they would appear as cold stones squatting on the ground.
At this moment, all eighty Monk Soldiers of Unity of Man suddenly surged out from both sides of the Mountain Valley, shouting in unison, "Yes!"
Each of their bald heads shone like bright lanterns under the illumination of the Golden Sunlight above the Mountain Valley.
All eighty disciples of Copper Man Hall sprang into action, gripping their Dharma Staffs tightly. They swung them with all their might, creating a whirling motion that resembled eighty large windmills cutting through the air, producing a buzzing sound.
Of course, they could not swing the Dharma Staffs to the delicate level of the Moon King's Blade; after all, due to the thickness of the Dharma Staffs, even at their limit, they would still show imperfections like broken folding fans.
Nevertheless, as the Eighty Copper Man Disciples unleashed their movements, their momentum was still terrifying and shocked everyone present.
"Surround them," commanded the Iron Plate Monk, pointing at the remaining ten or so Sky Dragon Bats.
The Eighty Copper Man Disciples immediately spread out in an orderly fashion. Groups of seven or eight disciples each took a Dharma Staff and surrounded a Sky Dragon Bat.
Each disciple assumed a stance, holding their staffs pointed directly at the Sky Dragon Bat.
The Drake Bat Cub stood in place, becoming increasingly agitated due to the encirclement by the Bronze Disciples. It continuously screeched and thrashed its massive body.
"Attack," continued the Iron Plate Monk with a commanding tone.
The disciples of the Shaolin Copper Man Hall practice with the Dharma Staff daily, their proficiency comparable to a farmer wielding a hoe. What appears to be ordinary swinging actually conceals internal strength. Mixed with various techniques, their strikes are exquisite and precise; in the blink of an eye, they can deliver two blows—one real and one feigned.
Indeed, in the time it takes to blink, they can unleash one real and one illusory strike. The first blow is solid, while the second comes from the vibrations of the staff, representing the power of follow-through.
The Eighty Copper Man Disciples swing their Dharma Staffs at the Sky Dragon Bat. Instantly, the Dharma Staffs rain down like a torrential downpour, producing a series of crackling sounds as each strike lands with force and precision.
The Drake Bat Cub cries out in agony, writhing in pain like a child who has been scolded, instinctively wanting to flee. However, how could the disciples of Eastern Shaolin allow it such an opportunity?
"Shield," commands the Iron Plate Monk strategically from the side.
The Bronze Disciples adjust their formation; four or five of them come together, crossing their Dharma Staffs. The clever interlocking of the staffs creates a sturdy shield that is not easily breached.
The Sky Dragon Bat presses forward, landing directly on top of the shield formed by the Bronze Disciples' Dharma Staffs. Despite its massive size and weight of several thousand pounds, the Bronze Disciples beneath the shield brace themselves with their shoulders, preventing the Sky Dragon Bat from pushing down.
Next, the Bronze Disciples exert their strength from beneath the shield, lifting the Sky Dragon Bat with combined effort. Then, they suddenly disperse their Dharma Staffs, causing the Sky Dragon Bat to crash to the ground with a heavy thud.
"Net," shouts the Iron Plate Monk.
Seizing the opportunity while the Drake Bat Cub is down, the Eighty Copper Man Disciples raise their staffs and point at the fallen Sky Dragon Bat.
With their right hands holding the staffs and their left hands striking forcefully at the other end of the Dharma Staffs, a sound like "pop" echoes as shimmering white threads shoot out. They expand in mid-air, transforming into fine nets that descend upon their target.
Their Dharma Staffs surprisingly conceal a mechanism that allows them to launch pre-prepared nets.
These nets are incredibly delicate yet remarkably resilient, comparable to Silver Needles but tough enough that blades cannot cut through them.
The mountain where Eastern Shaolin Temple is located was originally named Flying Silkworm Peak, known for producing a type of insect called Iron Silk Moth. The material for these nets is derived from silk spun by Iron Silk Moths. Eastern Shaolin refers to this silk as Iron Silk or iron wire, which is unique to them.
The monks in the temple even regarded the Iron Silkworm Robe as a symbol of identity. The Great Strength Monk before me wore a Grandmaster Robe made from Iron Silk.
The Eighty Copper Man Disciples released a fine net, temporarily trapping the Drake Bat Cub. The Iron Plate Monk was in charge of issuing commands, while the Great Strength Monk assisted in the attack, creating a situation where both sides were mutually constrained.
Taking advantage of this moment, the Red Robe Sect's branch, led by the Branch Leader, began to retreat up the mountain with the remaining hundred or so people.
However, this scene was spotted by the Loyal and Brave Man Rosen, who had been waiting nearby. Rosen immediately gathered those scattered by the Sky Dragon Bat and pursued up the mountain along the path.
Soon, the Imperial Regular Army clashed with the Red Robe Sect on the mountainside. Although the Regular Army had been scattered once, their personnel losses were minimal; out of a four hundred strong team, only thirty or forty had been killed or injured, which did not significantly affect their overall strength.
Seeing the Imperial Regular Army closing in again, the Branch Leader quickly ordered a fighting retreat. They were simply no match for the Regular Army and could only take one step back at a time.
The sudden appearance of the Sky Dragon Bat earlier had left him puzzled; he secretly thought it was an ally.
The Red Robe Sect retreated to the mountaintop, closely followed by the Regular Army.
Especially since Rosen personally took action this time, drawing his saber from his waist and joining the battle. This act immediately boosted morale, and the fighting spirit of the Regular Army soared.
Lu Chen and Princess Zhulan lay above Mountain Valley, witnessing the entire process. At this moment, the battlefield where the Regular Army and Red Robe Sect clashed was no more than eight hundred steps away from them—one side in light and one in shadow.
"It’s time!"
Lu Chen suddenly stood up, his face resolute. He summoned two Moon King's Blades from Jun Bell and leaped into battle after a few jumps.
"Venomous Dragon Drill."
Lu Chen bit down on the handles of his Dual Blades to align them at a certain angle. With both hands gripping the blades above his head and combining it with Gyro Spin movement, he jumped high into the air like a giant drill, fiercely burrowing into the side flank of the Regular Army.
"Zizz, zizz, zizz," the blade sliced through the air with a powerful force, creating a piercing sound.
In an instant, those caught off guard within the attack range of the Venomous Dragon Drill were immediately cut open by the slanted blade, blood spraying everywhere amidst their cries of anguish. The unfortunate ones were shredded into pieces, their armor offering no protection.
This kind of attack was simple yet effective, with immense power. Moreover, Lu Chen launched a surprise assault from the flank, building momentum as he swiftly eliminated over a dozen Regular Army soldiers, shocking everyone present.
Lu Chen's Flesh landed on the ground; he lightly tapped his feet and charged back into the crowd, skillfully wielding the Moon King's Blade. With both hands working in unison, he moved like a fierce tiger, continuously slashing, cutting, and cleaving.
"Whirlwind Slash."
After a round of offensive strikes, Lu Chen executed the Gyro Spin technique. With his right hand gripping the blade and his left hand reversing its grip, both blades aligned at his chest. He spun his Flesh to drive the Moon King's Blade, creating a deadly scythe that instantly severed two approaching Regular Army soldiers at the waist.
The two unfortunate souls screamed as they blinked out of existence, their innards spilling onto the ground.
"Fairy Leap."
With a roar, Lu Chen planted his feet on the ground. To everyone's astonishment, his Flesh leaped three to four meters high, surpassing even the long spears held by the soldiers below.
When Lu Chen descended, he landed precisely in a densely packed area of troops and unleashed another Whirlwind Slash, killing four or five Regular Army soldiers.
The Moon King designed Fairy Leap specifically for maneuvering through enemy ranks. Now utilized to perfection by Lu Chen, despite being surrounded by nearly a hundred soldiers who lacked the ability to subdue him.
With the brutal power of the Moon King Sword Technique and Fairy Leap, Lu Chen was able to contend with them despite only recently entering the second stage of Qigong cultivation.
"Fire Dance Wheel."
Lu Chen combined his Dual Blades; the notches at the ends of the handles interlocked as he stood firm in place. He swung with all his might, transforming the Dual Blades into a massive windmill. The blades sliced through the air once more, producing an ear-piercing sound that resonated like a death knell to the Regular Army soldiers.
Now, the wheels of Dual Blades that he danced out had already shown a cicada wing effect, but it still needed a bit more refinement.
"Zizizizi," Lu Chen swiftly waved his Dual Blades, and anyone who approached within five steps was immediately at risk of being cut down. After a few had died, the Regular Army grew fearful and surrounded him without attacking.
What was originally an overwhelming battlefield had now changed with Lu Chen emerging as an unexpected force, joining the fray with his violent swordsmanship. In just over ten breaths, he had slain nearly fifty Regular Army soldiers, causing a sensation.
Additionally, those surrounding him who did not attack numbered around one hundred and fifty, effectively tying up the Regular Army and significantly reducing the pressure on the Red Robe Sect.
However, Lu Chen's actions had alerted the leader of the Regular Army, Loyal and Brave Man Rosen.
The crowd parted as Rosen stepped forward, holding a bloodied waist knife. He frowned repeatedly, surprised by the strength of this young man wielding Dual Blades.
"May I ask your esteemed name?" Rosen spoke slowly. He was indeed a person of etiquette and not rude; as a First-Class Loyal and Brave Man, he possessed some refinement.
Especially his lack of arrogance made his demeanor exceptionally steady. It could be seen that Rosen held a sense of respect for combat. He must have heard of the legend of Corpse Dissolution Reincarnation. The ferocity of the young man before him likely indicated that he was a powerful figure associated with that legend. Such individuals could kill a few soldiers without fear of repercussions.
If not, how could a boy at the age of sixteen or seventeen cultivate to such a level in Qigong?
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