Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 587 - 480~481: Eight Desolate Disciples vie for supremacy, Grass King! (Extra 13 - s for monthly tickets)_2

Chapter 587: 480~481: Eight Desolate Disciples vie for supremacy, Grass King! (Extra 13 Chapters for monthly tickets)_2

"Village Chief!"

"You all stay here and guard the area later. Don’t let anyone come up to the stage to disturb me until the monks from Shaolin notice the commotion on the mountain. Then you can disperse."

Jiang Dali issued his orders with authority.

"Yes!"

The Three Kings and Kou Zhong all took their orders and then stood guard at the four corners of the high platform.

Jiang Dali waved his palm, and his Powerful Palm Force burst forth.

The curtains hanging on the pillars around the high platform vibrated and came off their hooks, with three sides falling down, revealing only the space directly in front.

Jiang Dali’s burly figure, clad in armor and wearing a dark gold horned helmet, sat on a pear wood throne inside the viewing stand, high above, as if watching the performances of the players above the many arenas.

Many people from the Martial World occasionally glanced at Jiang Dali’s burly figure on the high platform while watching the battles on the viewing stand, their eyes revealing a sense of wariness and fear, not daring to look too long.

...

"What medicine is the Black Wind Village Chief really selling in his gourd? Leading tens of thousands of people to our Shaolin from afar just to hold such a competition? What’s the meaning?"

"Since entering the Martial World, this Master Jiang has been overwhelming and powerful, stirring up several large-scale conflicts in the Martial World. The Songshan Sect and the Huashan Sect have been left leaderless because of this, and even the far-reaching Power Gang and the Twelve Linked Water Fortresses have dissolved because of him. Everything he does is not without aim, we must be vigilant!"

"But this man has indeed always valued Abnormal People from beginning to end. Perhaps this time he really just wants to train these Abnormal People in actual combat ability."

"Indeed, if this person really wanted to go to war, he could have called on the Abnormal People to surround Shaolin beforehand, without going through so much trouble."

"Anyway, we still have to be cautious of this person now. I always feel something is not right. Fellow monks, has Monk Kongjian and Meng Yi already returned to the temple?"

On the western side of the twenty arena areas, a group of Shaolin High Monks were gathered to discuss matters.

When Xuan Ji mentioned Kongjian and Meng Yi, Xuan Sheng next to him hurriedly said, "Monk Kongjian and Meng Yi have both returned to the temple.

Now, Monk Kongjian is in charge inside the temple. As for Meng Yi..."

Xuan Sheng’s expression hesitated, "When the Black Wind Village Chief originally met Meng Yi in Weizhou, it was just a brief encounter, and at that time, the Black Wind Village Chief was quite weak.

Now, even if Meng Yi were to visit, the Black Wind Village Chief might not be willing to see her, right?"

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Xuan Ji slightly lifted his eyelids, brought his hands together in prayer, and said, "The world is full of marvelous twists of fate. Since Meng Yi has had a good karma with the Village Chief since his weaker days, it’s not certain that she cannot accomplish a good deed. Go and invite Meng Yi."

"Yes!"

After the monks finished discussing,

they looked again at the more than twenty arenas opposite them, where the Shaolin disciples were mostly losing more than winning. Many had just taken the stage and were beaten down after just a few exchanges, making their faces sink.

Xuan Ji brought his hands together and said, "Amitabha. These Abnormal Disciples of our sect have only started their training not long ago. It’s normal for them not to perform well. Go and call the disciples from Arhat Hall who have been solidly trained for three years."

The monks were startled upon hearing this.

"Elder Monk, it’s just a competition among their Abnormal People now. If our disciples, who have been training for three years, join the competition at this time, I’m afraid it will provoke criticism!"

Xuan Ji calmly said, "All beings are equal. Those who enter our Buddhist sect, regardless of race or kind, are all Buddhist disciples; how can we treat them differently?"

The monks looked ashamed.

Just then, Xuzhu with his flared nostrils and ears waving like sails, came forward with red, swollen eyes to ask for permission.

"Elders and Masters, disciple Xuzhu also wishes to take the stage and have a good match with them! Please grant your permission!"

The monks looked at Xuzhu’s ugly appearance and dark complexion.

They couldn’t help but remember Xuan Ci, who had previously punished himself with two hundred strikes from a staff and died after severing his own meridians, falling silent for a moment.

Previously, these monks only felt disgusted when they saw Xuzhu’s ugliness.

But the Buddhist sect does not care for physical appearances; no one took it to heart.

Now when they looked at Xuzhu again, they all subconsciously compared him to Xuan Ci; the more they looked, the more they felt Xuzhu’s ugliness was indeed identical to Xuan Ci, and totally unrelated to the beauty of Ye Erniang.

How could such obvious similarities in ugliness between this father and son have gone unnoticed for so many years?

"Xuzhu, you have been studying in Shaolin for over twenty years now. Although you are proficient in Buddhism, you are indeed not cut out to be a Martial Monk... you..."

Xuan Sheng spoke and, seeing Xuzhu’s face that closely resembled Xuan Ci’s, could not bear to carry on and sighed, "Good child, go ahead, but be careful on the stage, and come down quickly if you are outmatched."

Xuzhu, filled with shame, inferiority, and frustration, held back his tears, clasped his hands in prayer and bowed, then turned around and headed straight for the arena.

...

The battles on the twenty arenas were particularly fierce.

But basically, it was always the Shaolin disciples being overwhelmed.

For the Black Wind Village players developed very well under Jiang Dali’s cultivation, each equipped with excellent gear and mostly being robust little Blood Bulls.

Although there were also many robust little Blood Bulls among the Shaolin Monks, the problem lay in the fact that Shaolin emphasized first cultivating the spirit and laying a solid foundation before progressing in advanced Martial Arts gradually.

This resulted in the Shaolin Monks being completely outmatched by the Black Wind Village players in Martial Arts.

Even if their Basic Attributes were not much different, or even stronger, they were no match for the players from Black Wind Village who had learned advanced Martial Arts.

And whenever a skilled Shaolin player emerged victorious on the stage, some even stronger player from Black Wind Village or an Eight Desolate Disciple from other sects would step up to defeat him.