The captain of the North American team was a physically fit man, and at this moment he and his two teammates were leading the three Golden Wheel Monk and his companions to escape at top speed.
The bustling market was filled with vendors and ordinary people, with shouts of vendors and the sounds of bargaining filling the air.
Just then, a group of people came running over.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
"Ping~" "Clang~"
"asshole..."
"Aren't you blind?!"
...
Regardless of the number of people in front of them, the fugitives just charged recklessly.
This caused a chorus of curses and shouts, and some unlucky people in the crowd were even knocked flying.
The Golden Wheel Monk and his group, who arrived a little later, were somewhat better than the North American team members. They used their agility and lightness skills to travel, but they showed little concern for the people of the Central Plains. If they encountered anyone blocking their way, Huo Du would even throw flying stones or other hidden weapons to knock down the people in front of them.
"Your Holiness, to the right!"
Meanwhile, the North American captain also had Campbell create chaos within the team's mental link.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
Explosives detonated in many densely populated areas within Xiangyang City, causing smoke and fire to spread rapidly.
"Black Bear, can you see where the pursuers are? Has the new drone taken off? The mental scan doesn't seem to be working on that old monk!"
"Black bear, black bear? Can you hear me?"
...
A trickle of blood flowed down a pale golden, muscular arm.
"Uh cough...you..."
The two-meter-tall black man had now transformed into a half-bear, but he was unable to move, as an arm as hard as iron gripped the bear-man's chin and neck.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The bear struggled, swinging its arm once more fiercely at the "little" old monk in front of it, but it couldn't budge him an inch.
"Oh? A bear demon? I never imagined there would actually be demons around!"
Although he already knew that the group in front of him were reincarnated beings of the "main god," Daoyuan did not want to disrupt the observer's plan and preferred to maintain the demeanor befitting a "local high monk."
"Amitabha Buddha~ Since you are a malevolent spirit, this old monk will not keep you here."
The half-bear man's body was lifted up by the old monk as lightly as a toy, violently shaken straight in the air, and then, with his head held facing forward, he was slammed to the ground like a streak of light amidst the sound of wind breaking.
"Bang!"
North America lost by 1 point.
"black..."
Captain America, who resembles a certain Hollywood tough guy, was caught off guard by half a sentence.
"Captain, how was the black bear discovered?"
The North American captain remained silent with a stern face, instead shouting towards the back.
"Your Majesty! We must change course! Our people have had an idea..."
They couldn't finish their sentence either, because a roar that sounded like thunder from the sky forced them to shift their attention.
"Golden Wheel Monk!! The Vajra Temple not only stole the Shaolin scriptures, but also colluded with evil demons and monsters. Their crimes deserve to be punished!"
"This old monk is about to break his vows! Bodhi Prajna Dragon Elephant Subduing Demons~!"
"Rumble~~"
Thunderous applause erupted from the sky, like a bolt from the blue, startling the people of Xiangyang City and the martial arts practitioners who were pursuing them.
"Ugh~~" "Lumble~~"
The sounds of dragons and elephants echoed each other as two golden beams of light swept down from a height of a hundred meters. The first part was a pair of large golden hands, followed by a series of illusory figures that seemed to be chasing each other like dragons and elephants.
The palm strike appeared unusually slow, yet it brought an oppressive force akin to the collapse of mountains and seas.
Before the palm strike even reached them, the pressure from the sky made it impossible for the North American team and the Golden Wheel Monk's group to move an inch. The Golden Wheel Monk's legs were pressed straight into the ground, shattering the bluestone slabs of Xiangyang Street.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha"
The gentle Buddhist chants, like applause, descended with the majestic power of heaven.
Huo Du and Darba were directly swept away by the palm strike, crashing through several walls before disappearing without a trace.
The North American team members were powerless to resist and unlocked all their genetic locks.
My stamina was rapidly depleting, making it impossible to maintain my balance.
One of the team members, who had only unlocked the first stage of his genetic lock, couldn't withstand the pressure and turned into a bloody mist.
North America team -2 points.
"Click click click~~"
The stone slab could not withstand the pressure and completely collapsed. The Golden Wheel Monk stubbornly refused to kneel down, resulting in most of his body being pressed into the ground by the palm strike.
At that moment, the golden palm force just reached the top of everyone's heads, but it also dissipated at the same time, as if the one who made the move did so intentionally.
"Pfft~"
As soon as the pressure dissipated, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The once-glorious Mongolian National Preceptor, Golden Wheel Dharma King, was seriously injured.
Strangely, under the oppressive force of this terrifying palm strike, the surrounding people only felt as if they were pushed away from the center by the gale. It can't be said that they were completely unharmed, but the most serious injuries they suffered were just bruises and swelling on their faces.
The heroes who had temporarily transformed into firefighters were already furious with these despicable barbarians. Upon seeing such a commotion in the city, they all rushed to that location.
In no time, the street was completely surrounded, from the ground to the rooftops.
Master Daoyuan, dressed in rags, stood in place like a descended Arhat, surrounded by several limp foreign barbarians and the Golden Wheel Dharma King, whose body was mostly buried in the ground.
None of the martial arts practitioners around spoke; they all looked at the scene with complex emotions, including anger, pity, and astonishment.
The members of the Central Continent team resisted the urge to immediately rush forward and eliminate the North American team members, choosing to exercise restraint for the time being.
Only Xuan Tong and Xuan Kong are not under any pressure right now.
"Grandmaster Uncle, are you alright?"
Daoyuan finally opened his eyes and glanced at the two of them.
"I am well."
He then turned to the Golden Wheel Monk, who was breathing heavily.
"Golden Wheel Dharma King, not only have you learned our temple's true scriptures to aid the Mongols, but you have also colluded with demons. What else do you have to say? Come back to Shaolin with this old monk!"
Hahahaha~~~
The Golden Wheel Monk burst into wild laughter, then stopped, looked around at the Central Plains martial arts figures who were eyeing him menacingly, and then looked at Dao Yuan with a complicated expression.
"What more can I say now that I've come to this state! Master Daoyuan! I respect you as a Buddhist Arhat, but it's impossible for me to return to Shaolin and become a caged dog!"
Before he could even finish speaking, the Golden Wheel Monk's major acupoints throbbed with a series of "bangs," and in an instant, he severed his own meridians and died.
"master!!!"
Darba struggled and staggered out of the hole in the broken wall. He was surrounded by experts, and it was clear at a glance that he was seriously injured and almost broken. However, he still had the willpower to drag himself to the body of the Golden Wheel Dharma King and wailed loudly.
Meanwhile, Huo Du had also woken up, but he was frantically trying to figure out how to escape.
[The Golden Wheel Dharma King has died and is returning immediately; those with negative scores will be eliminated.]
The North American team was prepared to be wiped out, but the Golden Wheel Monk died, saving many people's lives. Each person would lose 4,000 points for a negative two-point penalty. Although it was a lot, most of the core players could manage it, and only a few peripheral players and the newcomers were unlucky.
Of course, the most unlucky one is the black bear.
[The Zhongzhou team can choose to return immediately or return in one hour.]
The Central Continent team felt a sense of frustration, like a piece of meat that had just slipped through their fingers. But even so, they had no regrets. More than killing the North American team members in front of them, they cared about the impression they would make in front of Master Daoyuan.
The sudden disappearance of several limp, mud-like people startled those around them, who immediately understood what Master Daoyuan meant by colluding with demons.
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