Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 317 - 293 Movements, Part 1

From the moment Zhang Rongfang charged into the courtyard, tearing through everything in his path, until he instantly crushed the Yuan family brothers to death.

The two sides in the entire courtyard froze simultaneously, startled by the tremendous commotion, halting their battle and turning to look over here.

Crash. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The rubble on Zhang Rongfang’s body fell to the ground as he turned around.

His gaze, from beneath the helmet, swept over everyone.

The martial monks of Wanghai Temple flinched as his gaze passed over them, unconsciously gripping their weapons, their bodies taut.

"Surround this place. Let no one escape."

Zhang Rongfang raised his hand, and instantly, squads of masked men in black poured in through the breach in the wall and the temple entrance behind him.

The martial monks were already outnumbered, and now the experts were completely suppressed, changing the roles of offense and defense in an instant.

One by one, the martial monks fell to the ground, killed. The remaining could no longer hold on and turned to flee.

"Godfather!" Zhang Zhenhai and another tall man swiftly leaped in, rushing to Zhang Yunqi’s side, helping him stand firm.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Zhenhai hurriedly took out a hemostatic pill from his waist pouch and administered it to him.

"I’m fine." Zhang Yunqi looked again at Zhang Rongfang.

Only to see that he had already discarded the Yuan family brothers and was heading towards the inner courtyard of the temple.

"The rest of you, don’t follow. Restrain these two; I need more test subjects."

His voice was calm, as he walked step by step toward the entrance of the already crowded inner courtyard, as if strolling.

If the worshiping martial artists do not plan to completely kill them, merely controlling a broken individual is still quite easy for Zhang Zhenhai and others with their skills.

Just don’t let them fully recover.

This way, although they can never kill the worshiping martial artists, it can delay time.

The entire Wanghai Temple is divided into inner and outer courtyards.

The outer courtyard symbolically consists of one Buddha hall after another, scripture halls, and training grounds.

The inner courtyard is the true place of indulgence for monks, where slaves are imprisoned, a place of dirt and filth.

Now, after Zhang Rongfang donned heavy armor and added a helmet, he reached nearly three meters in height.

He walked step by step towards the inner courtyard. With each step, the ground trembled slightly.

Five hundred pounds in weight, an unavoidable presence anywhere.

Whsh!

Suddenly, a flying dart shot swiftly towards his shoulder.

Clang!

The flying dart was deflected by the armor, leaving only a tiny dent.

"This man must be the leader! Capture him now, and the abbot will surely reward us handsomely!! Kill!!"

A thin monk with dark skin shouted loudly from the back of the crowd.

The martial monks present were roused, each charging at Zhang Rongfang like a hungry wolf, wielding monk’s staves and iron hammers.

Clang clang!

The two monks in the forefront swung their monk’s staves like whips, slamming fiercely into Zhang Rongfang’s arms.

But to no avail.

The two hadn’t even reacted yet before Zhang Rongfang swatted the staves away and grabbed the two by their faces with both hands.

Snap.

Blood splattered, and the two faceless corpses fell to the ground.

Ding!

A faint sounding came from behind Zhang Rongfang as a monk, holding a sharp spike, thrust it fiercely into the gap of the armor.

But the smug look on his face for having succeeded turned into despair in an instant.

The spike did penetrate the gap, but there was an inner armor inside!

Boom!

Zhang Rongfang grabbed the man’s neck with his backhand, suspending him in front.

"Are you trying to make me laugh?"

The monk struggled frantically, slapping the hands around his neck.

But the tremendous power gap made it impossible for him to even loosen it a little.

It should be known that he was a fifth-rank expert, among the upper middle tier of Wanghai Temple’s martial monks.

But now!!

"Now, I’ll count to ten; either hand over the captured Rebel Sect members."

Zhang Rongfang said coldly.

"Or, I will send you all to meet the Western Buddha."

Snap.

The neck bone snapped.

The monk’s final struggles ceased as his limbs went limp, never to move again.

"Don’t be afraid! The abbot will arrive soon! Kill him! He’s only one man!!" A shrill voice shouted among the martial monks.

Zhang Rongfang continued forward, counting aloud.

Suddenly, on his front-left, a pitch-black gun muzzle aimed over here.

Boom!

Zhang Rongfang raised his hand like lightning, blocking his eyes.

A barrage of bullets smashed densely onto the armor on his chest and arms, only leaving a series of dents and pits.

After a series of metallic clinks,

He suddenly flung the corpse in his hand toward the source of the gunfire.

Whsh!

Three crossbow arrows shot directly at him from the front.

Thud thud thud!

The three arrows pierced through the armor, into the treasured armor, stopping in front of Zhang Rongfang’s muscles that were already as hard as the toughest rock.

The sharp arrowheads had already bent and blunted, broken, no longer capable of inflicting harm.

Boom!!

Zhang Rongfang crashed into the crowd, his large hands moving like whips, sweeping and swinging.

With three consecutive explosions, three martial monks, along with their guns, were thrown, their entire spines fractured, flying sideways.

Their muskets and crossbows broke and bent, scattering parts all over the ground.

Clang clang!

From behind, two martial monks wielded their swords, slashing with all their might at Zhang Rongfang’s back, only to carve out a spark and dent.

"It seems you don’t need me to count down...."

Zhang Rongfang turned, his arms shot like lightning, piercing through the chests of the two martial monks, pulling out blood-soaked hands as he stood.

At this moment, none of the martial monks dared to make a move.

In just a few seconds, over half of the Twelve Protectors who dared to act were already dead.

Fear filled everyone’s eyes as they quietly retreated and fled.

"Forget it." Zhang Rongfang slowly raised his hand, preparing to command everyone to attack completely.

"Interesting."

Suddenly a faint sound, like the vibration of a cicada’s wings or the rustling of leaves.

A figure rapidly approached stealthily from behind.

The figure moved extremely fast, reaching Zhang Rongfang’s back in the blink of an eye, and aimed a palm at his back.

Zhang Rongfang’s expression froze, and like lightning, he turned and clawed toward the source of the sound.

Boom!!

Two forces collided fiercely.

Zhang Rongfang retreated three steps, each step crushing the stone slabs, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

The assailant’s figure soared like a great bird, rolling twice to land on a nearby wall.

Compared to the Golden Roc Secret Record of the Golden Wing Pavilion, this person’s body technique was more like the Golden-Winged Roc.

"Thinking you can destroy Wanghai Temple, you’re not qualified!"

The newcomer wore a black cassock with golden edges, a string of black metal balls the size of chicken eggs hanging around his neck.

Under the sunlight, the unsightly figure was revealed: a face full of fat, a flat nose, slanted eyes, a bloody mouth, and a horn-like lump on his forehead.

"Not qualified?" Zhang Rongfang stood upright. "You can try to stop me."

"Arrogant words! Let me see what you’re capable of!?"

The newcomer was none other than Kongxiang, who had just received urgent news.

Originally, he thought the Yuan family brothers were enough to kill the intruder, but unexpectedly, those two brothers had fallen!?

Immediately angered, he hurried toward the outer courtyard.

He couldn’t allow anyone into the inner courtyard, or if the goods inside escaped, it would be troublesome to recapture and could bring trouble to Wanghai Temple if exposed!

He hadn’t expected that his sneak attack from behind to eliminate the armored leader had failed.

The other party’s strength was comparable to his!?

This was simply unbelievable.

It should be known that before his divine worship, he had reached the peak of Three Emptiness, and after worshiping, his muscle and bone strength greatly increased.

Even a grandmaster, if their divine worship amplification was slightly lacking, their strength would be inferior to his.

But just now... he was evenly matched with a suddenly appearing Black Armored Man.....

For a moment, both were silent.

Four eyes met, both seeing the absolute confidence in the other’s eyes.

Swoosh!

Kongxiang suddenly vanished from his original spot, appearing beside Zhang Rongfang.

Bam bam bam bam!!

His fists fell like a storm on Zhang Rongfang’s arms.

Every hit exploded into a small circle of gray dust.

The immense force caused Zhang Rongfang to continuously retreat.

"Flaw!"

Kongxiang’s right arm suddenly expanded and turned blood-red.

"Tiger Subduing!"

Boom!

With a palm, he struck Zhang Rongfang’s abdomen.

A clear circle of gray erupted from the point of impact, spreading.

Zhang Rongfang bent, retreating several meters, his legs carving two shallow grooves in the ground.

"Young master!" Zhang Zhenhai couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

"Don’t worry!" Zhang Yunqi responded deeply. "This move alone won’t lead to defeat. The young master’s strength is beyond your imagination."

"Just now, in an instant, Kongxiang forcibly dispersed the young master’s defensive stance, but due to hastiness, his attack wasn’t at full strength." Zhang Yunqi was the only Rebel Sect member aware of Zhang Rongfang’s current Hard Skill mastery.

It could be said that Zhang Rongfang frequently sought him out for sparring, testing his martial arts progress.

"But....!" Zhang Zhenhai wanted to say more.

On the opposite side, Kongxiang vanished again.

"Can you find where I am?!"

His low laughter echoed around the courtyard, his figure like a phantom, swiftly moving around Zhang Rongfang, changing positions.

As soon as a figure appeared, it vanished again. Each movement landed in Zhang Rongfang’s blind spot.

This kind of speed had already far exceeded the human limit, reaching the monster level that only divine-worshipping martial artists could achieve.

Swoosh!

In a moment when Zhang Rongfang slightly couldn’t keep up.

Kongxiang suddenly appeared by his side, arms raised high, slashing down.

This move was from True Demon Suppressing Skill at True Buddha Temple, one of the three Limit-Breaking Skill killing moves—Sea and Heaven’s Destiny!

It combined the rotational force of high-speed body techniques, amplifying one’s force to attack the enemy’s vital points.

Kongxiang had once used this move to kill a mortal grandmaster face-to-face.

This time too....

Boom!!!

Between the two, a stream of air exploded.

The wind spread, gently raising Zhang Zhenhai’s ponytail not far away.

"Young master!!?" Zhang Zhenhai instinctively shouted urgently.

"Not enough."

Zhang Rongfang raised his right arm, blocking to the side, perfectly disarming Kongxiang’s arms.

"Such strength is not nearly enough."

His left hand thrust forward, slicing with lightning speed.

Boom!!

The hand chop clashed with Kongxiang’s blocking elbow, the massive impact immediately spreading along Kongxiang’s elbow, striking his body squarely.

His body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall.

"Cough cough....hahaha!!! Really impressive... I haven’t encountered such a master in ages.... since leaving True Buddha Temple, you’re the second true expert I’ve met...."

Kongxiang freed himself from the wall, silver flowing through his eyes. His slight injuries rapidly healed and disappeared.