Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 919: My Surname is Lin, I Come from Jiangnan

Chapter 919: Chapter 919: My Surname is Lin, I Come from Jiangnan

"Ah..." At this moment, Wu Ming’s daughter let out another scream.

At the same time, Master Falin’s voice drifted over:

"Mr. Wu, if you let him disturb your daughter’s ritual any longer, I fear she will be in unbearable pain."

Wu Ming, upon seeing this, clenched his teeth and said coldly to Lin Dong, "Young man, I don’t know where you got the information on my daughter’s birth time."

"Please leave quickly and don’t disturb Master Falin’s ritual here."

Seeing that he was still obstinate, Lin Dong sighed and said, "You really are stubborn."

"Presumptuous!" At this moment, Wu Ming could no longer hold back and shouted to his bodyguards, "Throw him out for me!"

"Yes!"

About a dozen black-clothed bodyguards walked towards Lin Dong.

"Kid, get out of here now!" the leader shouted at him.

Lin Dong coolly replied, "And what if I don’t?"

"Then today, you’re going to suffer some physical pain!" After saying this, the lead bodyguard slapped towards Lin Dong.

"Pop!" A loud slap echoed, not from Lin Dong’s cheek but from the bodyguard’s face.

The bodyguard was utterly shocked, never expecting Lin Dong to be so fast.

He didn’t even see how Lin Dong made his move before his face was struck with a slap.

He roared, "Turns out you’re a Practitioner, everyone, attack him together!"

With a wave of his hand, all his men charged at Lin Dong.

"Pop pop pop!"

Lin Dong fought back, and in just ten seconds, all the bodyguards were down, beaten by Lin Dong.

Seeing this, Wu Ming’s face changed drastically.

And Master Falin’s expression also turned extremely ugly, "Turns out he’s a Martial Artist."

"May I ask young friend, what exactly brings you here today?"

"Who is your young friend?" Lin Dong said with a cold laugh, "Master Falin, right? I’m here today for nothing else but to take your life."

Master Falin’s voice was also ice-cold, "I don’t seem to know you, do I? We have no grudges, so why do you want my life?"

"Yes, we have no grudges. I simply can’t stand you. A villain like you, who uses the lives of innocent women for cultivation, doesn’t deserve to live!"

As Lin Dong spoke, he slowly advanced towards Master Falin.

Master Falin angrily said, "You are testing the patience of Buddha Lord; do you really think I am a vegetarian?"

"Come! Subdue this man for me!"

As soon as his words fell, four monks leaped out from both sides.

These four monks were completely different from the one who had led Lin Dong inside; their half-exposed muscles glistened with golden light, and they moved like the wind, steady and powerful – clearly, they were Martial Artists.

They were all quite skilled, each possessing the strength of Inner Qi Masters.

Each step they took on the ground left a deep footprint.

"Benefactor, you have insulted the Dharma and disrespected our high monks of Buddhism; therefore, do not blame us for being ruthless," one of them said.

After speaking, one of them extended his five fingers into claws and reached out to grab Lin Dong.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

Lin Dong recognized it as the ’Dragon Claw Hand’ from the national art of Buddhism, a technique not easily divulged.

At that moment, the Dragon Claw Hand was already upon Lin Dong, looking as if it would land on his arm.

Lin Dong simply sidestepped.

The monk saw only a blur before him, and when he looked again, Lin Dong had vanished.

As a result, his fingers clutched at the air.

And due to inertia, those fingers dug into a tree that had been behind Lin Dong before.

"Crack!" With that sound, the trunk of the tree, as thick as a bucket, had a large hole gouged out by the monk’s Dragon Claw Hand.

"Hiss..." At this scene, Wu Ming and the others gasped in shock.

As a big boss in the Entertainment Circles, Wu Ming had invested in many martial arts and action films and seen many movie martial arts, but this was the first time he had witnessed such terrifying Martial Arts in reality.

"What is this? That is a solid tree, and it was just gouged open with bare hands! If this guy were in a movie, there would be no need for props."

Seeing that he had missed, the monk’s face changed slightly, and then he turned around to attack Lin Dong again.

This time, he aimed for Lin Dong’s chest.

Lin Dong narrowed his eyes slightly and laughingly said, "So you intend to kill me, do you?"

No sooner had he spoken than he made no move to dodge but casually reached out and grabbed the monk’s wrist.

His Dragon Claw Hand was held fast by Lin Dong as if in an Iron Clamp.

The monk was stunned and tried to change the position of his fingers, but at that moment, Lin Dong exerted a little force.

"Ah..."

A scream of agony followed as Lin Dong broke the monk’s Dragon Claw Hand.

After breaking one of his hands, the monk endured the pain and attacked Lin Dong with his other hand.

Lin Dong hmphed and once again seized his other hand.

"Crack!" With that sound, Lin Dong also broke his other hand!

He then kicked the monk in the abdomen, sending him flying into the temple’s main hall.

The monk’s body crashed heavily, shattering the altar where Master Falin had been conducting the ritual.

Seeing this, Master Falin’s face changed dramatically.

"Together, attack!"

He roared, ordering the remaining monks to attack Lin Dong all at once.

But how could these people possibly be a match for Lin Dong?

"Crack crack!"

Lin Dong swiftly broke all their hands and feet.

These monks were not good men; they had followed Master Falin in deception and done all sorts of evil deeds. By breaking their limbs and destroying their ability to practice the Martial Way, Lin Dong was also serving justice on behalf of the people.

And at the moment, seeing all his disciples on the ground, crippled, Master Falin suddenly trembled and said:

"Who... who exactly are you? At such a young age, why do you possess such strength?"

Lin Dong stood with his hands behind his back and said, "My surname is Lin, from Nanjing!"

As he said this, Master Falin’s pupils contracted sharply, as if he had realized something.

"Nanjing, Lin... Master Lin..."