Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 271 - 172 Failure

Chapter 271: 172 Failure

Wei Zhifeng, upon hearing these words, felt a surge of anger shoot straight to his heart and bellowed, "Looking for death!"

He was the first to charge forward, his muscles tensing violently, almost without reservation, he unleashed his full strength.

Whoosh!

The Nine-section Whip made a circle before suddenly shooting out straight, its tip swiftly aiming for the bald monk’s throat.

The bald monk, with a wine gourd in one hand and stroking his beard with the other, spoke leisurely, "Ah, the Nine-section Whip, this weapon is splendid in appearance but lacks substance, too flashy."

The next instant, he raised his hand and caught the tip with two fingers.

Swish!

Wei Zhifeng couldn’t help but inhale sharply, his scalp went numb instantly.

The tip of his Nine-section Whip, carrying a force of tens of thousands of pounds, was firmly clamped between the bald monk’s two fingers!

Wei Zhifeng pulled frantically, but couldn’t budge those two fingers at all.

"The shiny silver luster turning unpredictably, unpredictably, the iron joints produce crescent shapes," the bald monk let out a long howl, and with a sudden yank backward, a terrifying force erupted.

A pain shot through Wei Zhifeng’s hand, and the Nine-section Whip flew out of his grasp.

Upon another look, his Nine-section Whip was already in the hands of the bald monk.

Swish, swish~

The bald monk waved the Nine-section Whip nonchalantly, with no particular method, as if he were a child frolicking about.

Then, he suddenly swung it forward, and the Nine-section Whip crashed down.

Wei Zhifeng’s body stiffened, he stumbled back two steps, and looked down.

His upper clothing was completely torn.

A bloody wound spread from his chest to just below his navel.

The wound gradually expanded, his intestines and other internal organs spilling out messily onto the ground.

"You, you said you don’t kill, didn’t you?"

Wei Zhifeng fell to his knees, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He had never imagined that he would be killed so casually by someone.

"Oops~"

The bald monk chuckled mischievously, covering his mouth like a girl who had made a mistake, and said with a smile, "No one is perfect, even an old monk makes mistakes sometimes."

He dropped the Nine-section Whip, brought his hands together in prayer, and chanted sincerely, "Amitabha, it is a sin, a great sin!"

"Big brother!"

"You damn bastard, how dare you kill my big brother!"

The three Wei Zhihuo brothers were first stunned to the extreme, eyes wide and jaws dropped.

But in the next moment, they erupted in great fury, fire in their eyes, as they swung their Nine-section Whips, attacking the bald monk together.

"Yah yah yah, three against one, how can you bully an old monk like this, have you no martial ethics?"

The bald monk raised his hands in panicked expressions, flicking his fingers, left and then right.

Bang, bang!

The two incoming Nine-section Whips were suddenly recoiled back.

Thud!

The fourth brother shuddered, looked down, and saw his stomach pierced through by the Nine-section Whip, as he fell to his knees in agony.

"Aargh!"

The fourth brother heard the sound of vomiting blood, turned his head, and his face instantly filled with despair.

He saw the second brother impaled through the chest by the Nine-section Whip, coughing up blood as he fell, dead on the spot.

"Second brother, fourth brother!"

In such a scene, the third brother was absolutely terrified, shivering to the core.

"Oops~"

The bald monk once again chuckled playfully, seriously defending himself, "They were not killed by me. They swung the Nine-section Whips at me, and after I struck back, the whips hit each other, killing the opponent."

He shouted excitedly, "You can’t blame the old monk, they were the ones who struck first!"

The third brother, Wei Zhishan, was sweating coldly, looking at the old monk as if he were a monster.

Then he turned and ran, his figure darting into a dark alleyway.

Wei Zhishan ran frantically at an unprecedented speed, suddenly crashing into something.

With a collision that combined maximum force and complete surprise, the result was naturally very gruesome, his head busted open, and blood gushed out instantly.

The scene resembled an egg smashing against a rock.

Wei Zhishan lay on the ground, eyes wide open, a true death stare.

"Oh dear, why were you running so fast, now look what you’ve done, smashed yourself to death," the bald monk stood before him, patting his chest, sighing, "Such a wide chest the people of the Buddhist sect have, yet you managed to crash into it and die. It seems you had no fate with Buddha!"

At the same moment!

Fang Zhixing vaulted over the high wall, carrying a woman who was in a deep slumber, and quickly left the Wei Family’s wine estate.

He rushed toward the location of his horse.

The next second!

Fang Zhixing came to an abrupt stop, his face filled with utter seriousness.

There stood a person on the road ahead, the bald monk himself.

Fang Zhixing’s pupils constricted, he decisively put down the woman, stepped back three paces, and bowed his head, "I beg for your mercy, elder."

The bald monk was startled, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Good lad, you’re the quickest to submit among all those I have met."

Fang Zhixing’s face was tight, he didn’t speak carelessly.

The bald monk smacked his lips and said, "Little one, why don’t you ask me what happened to your four companions?"

Fang Zhixing quickly asked, "May I ask the elder, how are they doing?"

The bald monk laughed heartily, "They are all dead, but I swear to Buddha, it was not by my hand. Guess what happened? If you guess right, I’ll let you go, how about it?"

Fang Zhixing’s thoughts churned violently, simulating over a dozen scenarios in which the Wei brothers might have been killed.

He cautiously answered, "If they’re dead but not murdered, there’s only one possibility, they died by accident."

The expression on the bald monk’s face instantly became very animated, he clapped twice, and praised, "Congratulations, you guessed it right!"

Instead, Fang Zhixing became even more nervous.

The bald monk nodded, knelt down, and gently touched the woman on the ground, as if checking her condition.