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The three giants made of Paper Man relied solely on their extraordinary strength, but their drawback was their lack of mobility.
I saw through this, making it much easier to deal with them. Although I couldn't eliminate the Paper Man immediately, he couldn't do anything to me either.
As I moved quickly, I subtly made my way toward Qing Kong Dao Ren.
Qing Kong Dao Ren had his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyes slightly squinted, and a smirk on his face. He no longer paid attention to me and instead walked over to another pillar to affix a talisman onto it.
Then, with one hand forming a gesture, he began to chant a spell. As the speed of his incantation increased, the souls of Lin Zhi and the other person inside the pillar became increasingly agitated, their eyes filled with bloodlust.
Seeing the situation was dire, I realized that if I allowed Qing Kong Dao Ren to continue casting his spell, Lin Zhi and the other would likely turn into mindless killing machines.
Feeling anxious, I dodged the encroaching Paper Giant and thrust my Ruyi Stick into the gap of the office desk drawer. With a strong push, I flipped it over.
The massive desk tumbled toward Qing Kong Dao Ren. I initially thought it would block him for a moment or disrupt his chanting rhythm.
To my surprise, Qing Kong Dao Ren showed no fear. With a wave of his sleeve, he pushed the desk aside, knocking over a nearby water dispenser. Water gushed everywhere as the dispenser's power cord was severed. When it came into contact with the water, sparks flew, and then with a loud bang, the entire office was plunged into darkness.
Using the cover of darkness, I hid beneath the desk and randomly grabbed a broken piece of wood to throw aside.
Taking advantage of the sound of the wood hitting the ground, I whistled and crouched down to change my position.
Sure enough, as soon as I moved away from my hiding spot, it was cleaved open by an axe…
"Monk, do you still want to play the hero? However, as a Daoist, I appreciate talent. Why not become my disciple? I'll teach you supreme techniques; how does that sound?" Qing Kong Dao Ren coaxed.
I really wanted to retort angrily. Did he even take a moment to look at himself? He thought he could be my master? He should check if my family agrees first!
My master's nickname, Blood Buddha, wasn't given lightly. If anyone knew someone like Hui Yan wanted to snatch away his disciple… ha ha…
I held back my response, knowing that as soon as I made a sound, Qing Kong Dao Ren would be able to pinpoint my location with precision.
“Chirp chirp…”
Hearing that sound, I felt a surge of joy. Although Buddha Sound was usually unreliable, often leaving no trace behind, this time it had arrived at a crucial moment. In the darkness, a pair of red eyes, like beans, drew closer to me.
I reached out to touch Buddha Sound and gestured for it to stand up. With a proud demeanor, Buddha Sound dashed out.
Before long, commotion ensued. Remembering how Buddha Sound had displayed its prowess at Shen Tao's place earlier, I was confident it wouldn’t disappoint me this time.
When the swarm of mice passed through, not a blade of grass remained. Even the Paper Giant couldn’t escape its fate.
Qing Kong Dao Ren threw out a talisman, igniting the wooden desk.
By the dim light, I saw three Paper Men covered in a dense mass of gray mice. In the silent air, the sound of mice gnawing filled the space…
Fortunately, these Paper Men were not flesh and blood; otherwise, being eaten alive would have been excruciating.
I had no idea where Buddha Sound had found these mouse minions, but the office was now filled with the stench of sewers.
Qing Kong Dao Ren’s face shifted between shades of green and white. With a swift motion of his iron sleeve, he sent the burning wood flying.
The mice were terrified of fire and squeaked in panic. Yet, their sheer numbers were overwhelming. While a few were burned to death, new ones quickly took their place.
Watching his painstakingly crafted Paper Giant being destroyed like this pained Qing Kong Dao Ren. It was important to note that these Paper Men were not mere cutouts; they were made using Secret Technique and required three unfortunate souls who had met tragic ends to create. Such creations were hard-earned opportunities, yet now they were being ruined by these pests, leaving not even a bone fragment behind.
The veins on Qing Kong Dao Ren's forehead throbbed as he coldly uttered, "Good... very good..."
He then pulled out a Fu Chen from his long sleeves, chanting: "Di Xuan Sect, Wuliang Zun, within lies thunder, command the fire."
"Fire Dragon, appear!"
In an instant, the Fu Chen in Qing Kong Dao Ren's hand transformed into a fire dragon, with the faint sound of a dragon's roar echoing.
This fire dragon, though not a true flame, was far superior to the mundane fire ignited by wood.
Qing Kong Dao Ren wielded the Fu Chen like a barrier, cutting off the retreat of the swarm of rats. I quickly blew a retreat whistle; it was best to know when to stop. It wouldn’t be worth it to injure Buddha Sound just to deal with these three Paper Men.
Buddha Sound hid among the rats, its small eyes betraying no hint of tension. After chirping a few times, all the rats charged toward the fire dragon like moths to a flame, allowing Buddha Sound to escape.
It then ran over to me, standing upright as if seeking praise, its short forelimbs crossed in front of its chest.
I reached out and patted its head. "Alright. Just go back and let Fo Zhang play with you..."
Only then did Buddha Sound chirp excitedly before disappearing in a flash.
"Hey? You actually didn't leave?" Qing Kong Dao Ren asked in surprise. To him, I probably seemed like an insignificant nobody, so he didn’t connect me with the rat swarm incident.
But I wasn’t one to flaunt myself. My master taught me to be low-key. Besides, Buddha Sound was my trump card; if others knew about it, it wouldn’t be a trump card anymore.
This time I had taken advantage of Qing Kong Dao Ren’s ignorance of my abilities. If he had been on guard from the start, I wouldn’t have been able to gain the upper hand so easily.
"It’s you who should be leaving..." I replied coldly and swung my staff at him. For such scum, they deserved to be beaten—beaten until they submitted.
Qing Kong Dao Ren had just lost his general, the Paper Man, and was filled with rage. When he saw me charging at him without knowing my limits, he said nothing. His lips pressed into a thin line, and the Fu Chen in his hand moved like a nimble snake, entangling my attacks.
No matter if I swept, slashed, or struck, Qing Kong Dao Ren's Fu Chen seemed to have a mind of its own, accurately blocking my every move. I was startled; my lack of combat experience was evident.
Qing Kong Dao Ren's expression grew serious. This monk, barely in his twenties, wielded his staff with such skill. After exchanging over a hundred moves, I was focused on deciphering Qing Kong Dao Ren's techniques when suddenly he shot hidden weapons from his sleeve.
These needle-like projectiles came at me in a flurry. Although I managed to evade most of them, I still felt the sting as one struck my shoulder and another my leg.
"You despicable..." I knelt on one knee, beads of sweat forming on my forehead; the hidden weapons were poisoned.
Qing Kong Dao Ren chuckled softly, "Whether it's a white cat or a black cat, a good cat is one that catches mice. Fighting is no different. Besides, I don't claim to be from any righteous sect..."
"Woo... woo..."
The sound of police sirens echoed down the street.
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