Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 29 - Demon Monk (Requesting Follow-up Reads)

According to the rules of the Martial World, whenever someone like Duan Yun, a wanderer of the martial world, is asked to assist in a fistfight, it generally won't actually come to blows.

Such an imposing troop, if they really started fighting fiercely, would damage their core strength.

Duan Yun stood among the Huangyu Gang's troops and could distinctly feel that their morale was weaker.

At that moment, the Gang Leader of the Huangyu Gang stepped forward.

He was a man dressed in black leather armor; Duan Yun couldn't understand why he insisted on wearing leather in the summer, what kind of preference that was.

In any case, this man looked like he was somewhat related to aquatic creatures, his arms were covered with scale-like scabs, Duan Yun wasn't sure if it was due to practicing martial arts, he had smelled a strong fishy scent on him from early on.

The other side just stood there, looking exactly like a humanoid salted fish.

The Gang Leader of the Huangyu Gang raised his voice and said, "Hong Lao, have you extended your hands too far? This West Pier has always been under our Huangyu Gang's control! I have always respected you as a significant figure, minding our own waters, yet you overstep your bounds!"

On the opposite side, the person called "Hong Lao" stepped forth.

To Duan Yun's surprise, this opposing gang leader turned out to be a woman.

A woman who still maintained a charming presence.

The woman said with a smile, "Chen Xianyu, stop nattering like an old lady, making yourself look like you've lost your guts. After all, in Yellow Water City, it's the one with the biggest fist who has the final say."

"Previously, you occupied this pier because my dear brother wasn't here. Now that my dear brother is back, there's no way we'll let you reap such profits; it just doesn't make sense."

"Everyone knows that living by the water involves earning from the water. The protection money from the fishermen is smoothly collected, and the dock earnings are not insignificant. Being a woman, I may be petty and envious, so what of it?"

Hearing all this hassle about protection money and such, Duan Yun, a terminator of unreasonable fees, felt rather annoyed momentarily.

Throughout his journey, he felt that the Martial World was rotten everywhere.

Wherever there was a settlement, it was controlled by forces big and small.

He was more than a thousand miles away from his hometown Lishui City, yet it seemed that everywhere was just like Lishui City.

Rather, after the Xuanxiong Gang was wiped out, Lishui City seemed even cleaner and people lived more like humans.

Outside, there were all sorts of demons and ghosts.

Besides Hua Wen, Hua Wu, Zhang Tielan, Huang Shi and a few others, he hardly met any normal folks from the martial world.

Those in the martial world without a backing were just hoodlums, messing around here and there, flattering widows for favors, yet claiming themselves to be heroes of the martial world; those with some backing belonged to these martial gangs, naturally supported by greater forces behind them, also in collusion with the authorities, all just squeezing the common folk dry.

Not to mention the crazies like Thunder Madman, and the fairy from Red House who would go mad and commit murder or seduce handsome men, purely heartless and deranged.

The most miserable were ordinary folks like him, with the martial gang taking a bite and the authorities another, working like oxen and horses, struggling even to have a full meal.

In his previous life as a modern-day worker drone, at least there was a semblance of human form, but in this life the worker drones really weren't much different from animals.

If luck was worse, and one looked handsome like him, just walking could be terrifying, fearing murder or rape.

Yes, in this region, those who liked committing rape weren't only the fairies from the Red House but also many men who fancied other men.

Duan Yun couldn't understand – the closer to Wangchun City, the more men favored homosexual relationships; he often saw burly bearded men acting coy in another man's embrace, a sight that made his head numb.

He initially had no prejudice against homosexuality, but seeing too much of it irritated his eyes; that was wrong.

"My sister said, just give up one pier. Did you hear that?"

At that moment, a bizarre voice sounded.

The people across automatically parted, revealing the figure of a monk.

He was a relatively young monk with ritual scars on his head, and his facial expression was also pious and warm, seemingly no different from a monk who endured hardships under the Buddha light in a temple.

However, his actions were very un-monk-like.

This was because the monk was sitting on a bamboo chair, drinking a bright red wine, next to a large piece of fresh tender beef.

With each bite of beef and sip of wine, two barefooted young women were kneeling at his feet, continuously licking his toes, as if trying to keep his feet forever immaculate.

What kind of monk was this!

Duan Yun had never seen such a pleasure-seeking monk.

Then, the young monk waved his hand, and the two toe-licking young women retreated.

His impeccably clean feet stepped onto the ground as he walked forward, saying to the Huangyu Gang's leader Chen Xianyu, "Do I need to repeat myself?"

The monk had an eerie air about him, exerting immense pressure.

Even Duan Yun, standing some distance away, could feel it, let alone the direct target, the leader of the Huangyu Gang.

Duan Yun wasn't worried for anyone, it was just a dog-eat-dog fight.

If he had to choose a side, he relatively disliked those who didn't pay up like the Huangyu Gang.

At this moment, the young monk smiled, revealing his stark white teeth.

"Sorry, sorry. I almost forgot that you are also a Gang Leader; speaking to you this way might make you lose face in front of your subordinates."

While speaking, he looked toward a person beside Chen Xianyu and said, "You have practiced too, so you come. I'll let you strike thrice randomly, and after that, this poor monk would only strike back once. How about that?"

"Not only you, but all the people here before me, each could strike me thrice, and I would only retaliate once. If today the poor monk falls first, this pier will still belong to you, along with compensating you with that street of the gambling house."

As he spoke, the young monk's eyebrows lifted, giving off a peculiar and enchanting vibe.

At this moment, the monk's sister, Hong Lao, came over and said with a smile, "My dear brother, stop scaring them."

"Really? Such a large gang, and so many people, is it possible that no one dares to accept this challenge?"

At that time, there was a sarcastic voice from Hong Lao's side.

The members of Huangyu Gang fell silent, with some gripping their weapons tightly.

If a single person challenges their entire group, allowing them three strikes each against his one, and they still dare not accept, they truly wouldn't have the face to keep this pier.

"Gang Leader, let me do it."

"An ugly monk from who knows where, totally oblivious of the high and low."

At that moment, the man previously stared at by the young monk stepped forward.

One could see that his right hand was, just like the Gang Leader Chen Xianyu, covered with a fish-scale like psoriasis.

And in his hand was a fish-slaughter knife.

Huangyu Gang's Vice Gang Leader, Wang He, was known for his fast hands, having once slashed from the east alley to the south alley without blinking an eye or taking a breath.

Only those who had suffered his knife knew how fast and ruthless his blade was.

In the Red Crane Association, countless had died under his knife, too many for two hands to count.

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Wang He stepped forward with the knife, and his entire demeanor changed, turning icy cold, looking at the young monk as if he was looking at a dead fish.

"So you are saying, let you have three strikes before you strike back once?" Wang He asked.

The young monk still wore a relaxed expression and said, "That's right...ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of chilling brightness had already slashed across his neck.

This strike was very abrupt and treacherous, and also forceful, bringing with it a sharp breaking sound.

The young monk's head jerked back, and a line of blood appeared on his neck, his eyes showing a hint of astonishment.

The astonishment wasn't limited to him but also included the onlookers who witnessed this scene.

Such a scene gave a shock to the monk's sister, Hong Lao.

However, the next moment, the astonishment in the young monk's eyes immediately turned into excitement, and he hoarsely said, "Continue, put more effort, I can still handle it."

During his speech, his wound twisted strangely, bizarrely healing itself.

Wang He no longer hesitated and struck the neck with another blow.

Then the third strike!

Three consecutive strikes nearly landed on the same spot, with Wang He's knife strokes sharp and ruthless, attempting to decapitate the opponent.

Unfortunately, the young monk didn't fall, and the wound continued twisting, his face showing a chilling smile.

Seeing this smile, fast-handed Wang He's forehead and back were already covered in cold sweat.

"It's my turn."

The young monk spoke gently, and suddenly swung down his knife.

With a swoosh, blood splattered, and Wang He's head fell to the ground.

The young monk only struck back once, also at the neck, but with a radically different result.

Members of Huangyu Gang were frightened and retreated, while the Gang Leader Chen Xianyu's face showed an expression of extreme grief.

Duan Yun just felt that this monk was really eerie.

At this time, people behind him had begun to "clarify."

"Could this be the demon monk from Dusk Temple?"

"Are you talking about that Dusk Temple known for producing renegade monks?"

"Yes, that temple is mysterious, with many monks gaining Divine Skills and either exploiting their masters or defecting from the temple to become frightening renegade monks in the Martial World."

Duan Yun's brows slightly furrowed.

These martial artists, so many of them are mad.

"Next."

At this time, the young monk turned his gaze towards the people standing before Huangyu Gang.

Apart from Gang Leader Chen Xianyu, Huangyu Gang's members couldn't help but step back, Duan Yun included, retreating like the soldiers.

But to his surprise, the young monk at this moment turned his gaze towards him.