Chapter 214
Chapter 214
Zhang Bei’s punch missed and struck the tree beside him. Leaves fluttered down, revealing a distinct fist-shaped dent in the trunk.
Song Xin might not have possessed the same boundless energy as the younger man,
but his many years of experience were more than enough to make up the difference.
Zhang Bei’s roundhouse kick missed and slammed heavily into a tree.
Song Xin’s elbow strike also missed and smashed into another tree.
The crowd watching from the sidelines fell collectively silent.
Were these two even human?
Zhang Bei alone had already been capable of taking down half the people in the amusement park.
Add this old man to the mix, and even if everyone attacked them together, they’d probably still get hammered into the ground!
The fight lasted a full five minutes.
In the end, Song Xin caught Zhang Bei with a feint and planted a kick squarely in his chest.
Zhang Bei staggered backward and crashed into a weather-beaten tree.
“Crack.”
Perhaps it could no longer bear the humiliation. Perhaps it had finally succumbed to the relentless trials of the mortal world.
Whatever the reason, the tree, whose trunk was as thick as a man’s thigh, finally toppled to the ground.
As dust billowed into the air, the tourists’ hearts gave two violent jolts.
Humanoid Tyrannosaurs!
And there were two of them!
Zhang Bei steadied his breathing, then walked back over to Song Xin.
“Master, did Heizi send you?”
Song Xin nodded. “He said you were harming your fellow disciples, so I came over to take a look.”
Zhang Bei drew a deep breath and put a bold mark beside Heizi’s name in the little book of grudges he kept in his heart.
“Where have you been all these years, Master?”
Song Xin sat down with Zhang Bei, picked up the tea on the table, and took a sip.
“Yanjing. Teaching people how to fight.”
Zhang Bei paused. Yanjing, of course. And since Song Xin had been teaching people how to fight there, that meant it was classified work again, didn’t it?
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Bei finally asked, “Are you going back?”
“Your junior brother wants my help, and I was planning to retire anyway.”
Zhang Bei glanced at the Morgue in the distance, and a smile spread across his face.
“Master, why don’t you have some fun at my amusement park?”
Song Xin drained his tea in one gulp. “Sure!”
Zhang Bei looked down at the footprint on his chest, then led his master toward the Giant Swing.
King Wu marched against King Zhou; Zhang Bei would slay his master!
Completely unaware of what awaited him, Song Xin was escorted to the best seat on the Giant Swing.
“Have fun, Master. Your disciple will be waiting for you down below!”
Song Xin nodded and watched Zhang Bei fasten his safety harness securely.
Zhang Bei hummed a cheerful tune as he looked at the tourists lined up for the Giant Swing.
He was just worried that his master was under too much stress and wanted to help him relax!
This definitely wasn’t revenge for all the beatings he’d taken while learning martial arts!
It definitely wasn’t revenge for the kick his master had just given him!
And it definitely wasn’t because he wanted to see what his master looked like after fainting from terror!
The joys and sorrows of one person rarely resonate with another.
Inside the Underground Maze, Meng Dehua was already in a pitiful state.
Eerie laughter rang in his ears from time to time.
The dim passageway seemed to stretch on forever, with no end in sight.
The man raised beneath the red flag, who had once dismissed every ghost and demon as mere superstition, now lay limp on the floor.
One hazy figure after another emerged behind him.
Their hideously contorted faces drove him into utter despair.
He truly wasn’t afraid of corpses.
Nor was he afraid of people.
But these things didn’t even have physical bodies. That meant they could only be ghosts!
The passageway he had walked through countless times was now packed with ghostly figures.
Despair ate away at his soul.
Ji Wei’s smiling face appeared in his mind.
“The Maze is super easy! I cleared it on my first try!”
That was his final thought before he slowly closed his eyes.
Outside the Maze, a group of foreigners disembarked from a plane at Dingyang City’s airport.
At their head stood an old man draped in a red robe.
“I can feel the Lord’s call. There are heretics here.”
“Heed the teachings of the Lord!”
A group of people followed the Cardinal as he led the way forward.
They had come from across the ocean, and the whole affair had begun with a short video.
The heretics who spent all day hanging around the amusement park and photographing the so-called cult ceremony had finally amassed two thousand photos through their tireless efforts.
Then, with nothing better to do, they somehow spun those photos into an entire story about a cult.
The photos were edited into a video, and viewers who didn’t know the truth fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
But it had only ever been a prank. Those in the know shared an amused smile, while everyone else simply treated it as entertainment.
People in Huaxia weren’t particularly sensitive about religion in the first place, much less the idea of inventing a cult out of thin air.
So, to make their story more interesting, the group borrowed a few ideas from other religions’ doctrines.
Was there a problem with that?
Of course not!
But who could have imagined that a few people would repost the prank on overseas websites?
Those were lands where people truly believed in gods!
The man wielding the scepter flew into a rage. This was heresy! Blasphemy against the Lord!
With a Cardinal leading the way and holy knights following behind, they swore they would risk their lives to awaken these heretics!
Meanwhile, the Giant Swing in the Amusement Park had begun operating.
The wind rushed across Song Xin’s face, and his body, still tense from the fight he’d just had, gradually relaxed.
He had spent years teaching combat techniques, training batch after batch of new recruits.
But now that he was getting older, he wanted to go out and see the world.
As luck would have it, he received a call from his personal disciple.
What was there to wait for? Of course he came straight over!
I wonder what kind of face that brat Heizi will make when he sees a whole group of junior martial brothers.
The thought made Song Xin’s smile widen even further.
Although he had spent most of his time in the military, he had also accepted several promising disciples.
Once they learned that they were going to help their senior martial brother, not one of them hesitated. They immediately applied to leave the service.
Without warning, the ground dropped away beneath Song Xin, and the sky seemed to draw closer.
Every muscle in his body instantly tensed, and his thoughts snapped back to reality.
At that very moment, the Giant Swing launched him skyward.
His protective suit flapped violently in the wind. The centrifugal force dragged at his body, sending cold sweat streaming down his back.
“You little brat!”
By now, how could he not realize that he’d been set up?
As an elder and, more importantly, Zhang Bei’s master, could he afford to lose face?
Absolutely not!
Song Xin drew a deep breath and used his formidable strength to pin himself firmly to the seat.
The Giant Swing soared a hundred meters into the air, reducing the people below to tiny ants.
Then gravity took hold, and it swung back down along its arc.
Before Song Xin could even breathe a sigh of relief, the Giant Swing began accelerating again a mere fraction of a second later.
Holy shit, again?!
You little bastard! Do you think this old man is too feeble to wield a blade now?!
If this had been the cultivation world, Song Xin would undoubtedly have bellowed, “How dare you deceive me, whelp!”
But no matter how strong he was, he was still an ordinary person.
And ordinary people couldn’t control their fear of death.
Naturally, they couldn’t stop their adrenaline from surging either.
Listening to those familiar screams coming from overhead, Zhang Bei nearly burst out laughing.
Master, oh Master.
Has it been so many years that you’ve forgotten just how dirty your disciple can play?
Betraying his master and repudiating his lineage-well, it wasn’t as if this were his first time.
He was an old hand at it. It came naturally!
His thoughts drifted back to the days when he had been learning martial arts.
After Zhang Bei spent an entire day being whipped with a rattan cane, was he supposed to just take it?
Of course not!
And so, the pharmacy next door was robbed of a whopping nine ounces of croton powder.