When the bald Shaolin monk made his move, it was truly extraordinary. His technique was identical to the one those monks used back when they besieged the Illusionary Sound Old Demon.
'Could it be that the reinforcements Nun Lejing sought back then were the Martial Monks of Shaolin Temple?'
Zhao Rui had always assumed they were experts from the Emei Buddhist Sect.
With the Shaolin monk's intervention, Lin Han finally broke free from Zhao Rui's lightning-fast assault.
"How outrageous!"
Disheveled and his face flushed crimson, a resentful Lin Han channeled his Seven Injuries Fist. After catching his breath for a moment, he charged at Zhao Rui again, ready to risk it all.
"Grand Monk of Shaolin, this kid isn't showing you any respect, so don't blame me for roughing him up!"
Zhao Rui chuckled and, executing the Wandering Dragon Step, met him head-on.
The two clashed once more.
"Ah!"
"SMACK!"
"You..."
"SMACK!"
