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The emergence of the Three Hundred Buddhas naturally did not go unaccompanied; although they did not need these followers, Mu Zhongde had to add some weighty chips to his own hand. Thus, following the Three Hundred Buddhas was the elite of the Three Hundred United Alliance.
Jufeng certainly did not come with just a dozen people to face the Three Hundred Ascetic Monks. The first phase of training for the Azure Wind Antelope had successfully concluded, and tonight, over a hundred Azure Wind Antelope trainees, led by Chang Guohong, were eager to prove themselves.
Tonight would be their Graduation Exam.
In addition, there were five hundred Heroes from Dragon Hall arriving from the Northeast, all of whom had been undergoing training under Tong Bailong. This would also mark their first appearance.
However, was this enough to compete? Facing those who had undergone years or even decades of rigorous training was a daunting challenge.
Mu Zhongde and Jufeng had both placed their bets on tonight. The former aimed to create a lethal situation for Jufeng, while the latter needed to endure through the night—because Xue and Flower Snow Moon had already launched a full-scale attack on the Unification Alliance. As long as Jufeng survived, the Unification Alliance would reach its end.
The Three Hundred Ascetic Monks were not particularly effective on the battlefield; rather, they were suited for this kind of ambush. Therefore, Mu Zhongde aimed to swiftly eliminate Jufeng here. If Jufeng died, then the Unification Alliance could be revitalized; this was human nature, and thus he had no choice but to proceed in this manner.
Mu Zhongde did not know if he would succeed tonight, but he could only act as he did.
Jufeng also did not know if he could hold out until the end; in fact, he had other options. Xue's earlier call had made that very clear. Yet Jufeng chose to engage with Mu Zhongde; he too wanted to gamble and end Huaguo's chaos in the quickest way possible.
Both were gamblers, and with such heavy stakes on the line, victory was hard to predict.
Who could step ahead of time to witness the outcome of this great battle? No one could.
Only through combat could one truly know.
Then let it begin.
…
The first to strike was Five, the Five Man Slayer of Heroic Journey and Leader of Thirteen Halls. The crowd had only heard tales of his fearsome reputation but had never witnessed him in action. Those fortunate enough to have seen him before were either peers or long buried in the earth, leaving few who truly knew him.
Five made his move without hesitation; he simply tossed an unknown dart into the wind, its speed so swift that it was nearly impossible to trace its path—even among experts present.
It was a Chasing Wind Dart—circular in shape and adorned with spirals resembling a Sun Golden Bird. Its direction was unpredictable as it followed the wind's course, killing without a trace. The Chasing Wind Dart fell into the monk group, prompting the Ascetics to clasp their hands together in prayer before swiftly waving their robes to block its advance.
The Chasing Wind Dart was surprisingly easy to track. As soon as it entered the group of monks, it tore through several monk robes, leaving behind a trail of blood and throwing the crowd into chaos.
Not long ago in Europe, this very dart had slashed the throat of a notorious assassin.
Now, it bared its fangs once more.
The monks sensed the disturbance, and they would not let such a prime opportunity slip away. They surged forward almost simultaneously toward the chaos.
Only Jufeng remained still.
He stepped forward slowly and spoke to Liu Xing, who was lingering behind the others. "Star, if you want to take care of Chuyang, you must stay alive. As long as you can survive, tonight you will be my Godson."
Liu Xing understood that this was Uncle Feng's concern for him. He nodded heavily, silently adding a promise in his heart.
"I will make sure to protect myself while easing the burden on my godfather."
The battle began like grass meeting a wildfire—igniting instantly and raging fiercely.
In an instant, more than ten people were engulfed in the sea of chaos.
It was a silent performance, with life and death serving as the final act.
…
Not far away below, on a brilliantly lit stage, Five danced gracefully and alluringly. Her melodious voice rang out like tinkling springs, stirring the hearts of every audience member. The crowd began to sway in unison with the music, creating vibrant waves in the sea of lights.
Sister Five was a refined lady, well-versed in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since childhood. Although she rarely practiced, with just a little warm-up, she became an exceptional dancer. Her movements naturally echoed the beautiful lines of poetry: "Jewels twinkling like stars sway; floral garlands dance like serpents."
Slim Waist moved lightly with the rhythm, her delicate arms stretching gracefully. Each smile and frown resembled a flower swaying in the wind—captivating and enchanting.
Sister Five was indeed charming; her allure was perfectly fitting.
As the fast-paced song came to an end, the atmosphere once again erupted into madness, with waves of people surging like a tide and lights flickering like a sea. Sister Five quickly changed into the next outfit with trained precision, exuding professionalism, and the audience's enthusiasm equally inspired the Five Sisters. Who wouldn't want recognition, especially these charming young girls?
As the crowd gradually dispersed, various sounds quickly faded away, for the five sisters reappeared on stage, no longer in their previous seductive attire but adorned in long gowns, each sister representing a different color, dazzling against the night sky.
Their melodious voices soared like birdsong; five larks chirped and five phoenixes sang. In everyone's heart bloomed five vibrant buds, nourished by the music, gradually unfolding.
The concert progressed flawlessly, with the audience entranced. The Five Sisters poured their hearts into the performance, achieving perfection.
Meanwhile, not far away, another performance was in full swing.
At Jufeng's venue, though there were fewer people, they were all elites. Each individual entered the monk group and began to unleash their skills. The monks practiced self-cultivation and were anything but ordinary; thus, they quickly fell into a stalemate where each could contend against five or six monks without immediate concern.
However, Chang Guohong leading the Azure Wind Antelope was commendable. As they were all graduates of the same class, their teamwork was exceptionally smooth and harmonious. Each member's strength was comparable to that of the monks; even if slightly outmatched, they could compensate with their team synergy. Most monks practiced solitude and tranquility but lacked in coordination.
Yet with three hundred monks present, too many remained unchallenged. Even elite helpers could not escape being ordinary people who had succumbed to material desires; how could they hold an advantage over the monks?
Thus, as time passed, it became increasingly disadvantageous for Jufeng's side—a looming threat hanging over everyone’s heads.
Time was of the essence; facing equally formidable opponents, how could they hasten their efforts? They had no choice but to fight desperately.
And so began their frantic struggle.
The assassin known as Five had wandered from place to place, briefly stopping in Jufeng and Flower Snow Moon's capital before setting off again. For someone who had seen countless landscapes, fighting desperately was something he could do at any moment.
Everything he possessed today was earned through relentless effort; thus, he excelled at it.
He began to move naturally, catching his opponents off guard.
His movements were incredibly elusive—not following Jufeng's orthodox steps from Yan Huang but instead exuding an eerie aura that made him appear lighter and more agile like a ghost.
As he plunged into the monk group, Chasing Wind Dart returned to his hand. Gripping one of its handholds within a circle, the dart transformed into a blade—though small, it was exquisitely sharp. Wherever he passed, blood splattered and muffled groans echoed; yet he seemed to stroll leisurely through a garden of flowers, pointing out blooms as the ground beneath him turned crimson.
As a fellow assassin, Zhu Yao, perhaps driven by the same thoughts as Wu, or perhaps by a desire to impress in front of an idol, began to fight fiercely. His attack came suddenly, catching his opponent off guard.
The Lunar Blade shone with a chilling light under the moonlight, becoming more vibrant on nights when the moon was bright. Tonight's moon was particularly beautiful; how could it remain in solitude?
Thus, the Lunar Blade flipped and turned, slicing through several robes of monks, intensifying the scent of blood in the air.
An assassin never shows mercy to Buddha; perhaps it was simply a natural nemesis. Gradually, more and more Buddhas surrounded them, yet the two remained fearless, like two Asuras continuously provoking the facade of compassion.
Being a Buddha, one should not enter the world; yet since they have entered, they must accept the rules of desire. What is there to discuss about being a Buddha?
If one cannot truly sever ties with worldly desires, then they must cut through you within this world of desires.
This is the rule of the realm of desire.
(To be continued)
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