Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 638 - 648: Picking Faults (16 updates!)

As soon as this guy spoke, the people around him immediately became anxious, their eyes turning bloodshot as they started to curse loudly.

"Go to hell, stop talking nonsense, what dogshit martial arts from the Island Nation, it isn't even on par with the skin of our Huaxia martial arts."

"Who says? We have to acknowledge that their skills in bedroom filming are indeed top-notch in the world, but as for real martial arts, just piss off."

"Trash nation, roll back to your country, Huaxia does not welcome you, if you dare to make noise again, I'll break your legs and sew your tongue to your balls!"

In no time, the man holding the Dongyang Knife was cursed like mad by everyone present. When it came to dealing with the Island Nation, the hearts of Huaxia people were unprecedentedly united.

At that moment, Monk Shiren rushed to the front of the Great Buddha Hall in a state of urgency, took a deep breath looking at the Island Nation man opposite him, and cried out loudly a Buddhist mantra, "Esteemed patron, I do not know why you are fighting in our Shaolin Temple!"

"This is a place for discussing the Dharma, not a place for random misbehavior. Haven't your people from the Island Nation learned any better over the past century, still maintaining such lowly conduct?"

Monk Shiren's words instantly won unanimous approval from the tourists around, who thought his speech was excellent. Indeed, he was an absolute grandmaster in studying the Dharma.

Didn't you hear? When they say 'tongue blossoming like a lotus,' that means they're eloquent. You, a guy from the Island Nation, with your country's history being so short, trying to compete with the cultural depth of Huaxia people, is like a grandson challenging his grandfather for who is older."

"I've heard that Huaxia martial arts are quite good, and I came here specifically to challenge them today. The facts have proved that you really aren't up to standard; eighteen of you couldn't even touch the hem of my robe."

"However, I think your Shaolin Temple must have other martial monks. Call them out to compete with me, or else, concede defeat automatically and admit that your Shaolin Temple is inferior to our Island Nation!"

As soon as this fellow with the Dongyang Knife said these words, everyone immediately became agitated. Damn, how had the conversation suddenly escalated to an international level?

"Monk Shiren, come on, call out our martial monks, and give this bastard a good lesson!"

"Yeah, that's right, we can't admit defeat. Even if we die, we cannot bow down and concede to these bastards from the Island Nation. That would be the ultimate humiliation!"

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"Exactly, Monk Shiren, we support you. Kill this little devil in front of us. Let him come to our Huaxia's Shaolin Temple to act tough; finish him off!"

Monk Shiren, hearing the passionate cries of the crowd, gritted his teeth. If that was the case, then it was time to fight. Although Shaolin Temple was a place for proclaiming the Dharma, it absolutely could not tolerate the provocation of an Island Nation devil.

"Fine, in that case, please, patron, step over to the practice stage. This is the Great Buddha Hall, the land of the Buddha, where no one is allowed to fight and make noise!"

Monk Shiren spoke slowly, and the man from the Island Nation nodded. He had intended to force Shaolin Temple into action, and now that his wish was fulfilled, it didn't matter where the fight took place.

The large crowd followed Monk Shiren towards the practice stage, each one of them brimming with excitement, as the thrilling stories of the martial world from Mr. Jin Yong's pen came to mind.

"Ye Ling, do you think Monk Shiren will take the stage himself? I don't think he has much combat ability. Who will he send to fight, and can they win?"

Mo Xing was also very concerned, and Mo Siqing and Li Ke were full of curiosity as well. A fight, they figured, was probably a duel among martial artists; even thinking about it was thrilling."

"Monk Shiren won't participate, he has no cultivation at all. If it were a debate on the Dharma, then not even ten fellows from the Island Nation could match him."

"Probably those guys from the back mountain of Shaolin Temple should step forward. The Island Nation warrior in front of us is a genuine master of the Innate Realm, and ordinary people are not his match."

Ye Ling spoke slowly, the Innate Realm, that is the most terrifying class of people in the secular world, in the eyes of ordinary people, they are almost invincible.

"What! Someone from the Innate Realm? Damn, should I go up there and teach him a lesson? Daring to act recklessly on our Huaxia soil, I should follow my grandfather's lead and whip these little devils a hundred times to etch it into their bones!"

Mo Xing rolled up his sleeves and bellowed, wanting to emulate his grandfather's overwhelming heroism on the battlefield, lamenting being born in the wrong era.

Ye Ling gestured with his hand, signaling him not to act rashly. This was a matter of honor for the Shaolin Temple and outsiders must not meddle. If things really come to a head, Ye Ling would likely step in himself.

The martial training ground, also known as the demonstration arena, is where some martial arts performances were usually held. The venue was very spacious, perfectly suitable for so-called duels and contests.

The warrior from the Island Nation stood inside the martial training ground, left hand holding a Dongyang Knife. A slight breeze brushed by his body, carrying an aura that instilled fear in others.

And just at that moment, four men dressed in warrior attire walked out from the crowd, white headbands tied around their heads, carrying a plaque with two big characters written on it, Coward!

"If Shaolin Temple loses, then this plaque will be a gift for you. Of course, since I've brought this plaque, I don't plan on taking it back. It must be given to you!"

The warrior holding the Dongyang Knife said slowly, immediately igniting the anger of everyone around, all clenching their teeth, their faces red with rage, infuriated to the core.

"Go to your mother's, I find you people from the Island Nation just so shameless, talking nonsense, aren't you? Coward? Your sister is the coward!"

"Tomorrow, I'll also bring a plaque to your mother, boasting 'Invincible Xiao throughout the land, Xiao's art is peerless and unmatched'!"

"My mother asked me why I keep drinking water while looking at you, it's because I fucking want to down some water and piss you off into the clouds and finish you off!"

Abbot Shiran clenched his teeth when he saw the plaque, then steadied his spirit. He was the abbot, the spiritual pillar of the Shaolin Temple; he must not waver.

"Say, Abbot, where are your martial monks? Call them out quickly, make it snappy!"

The Island Nation's warrior was obviously overflowing with passion, and just then, a twenty-something, handsome young monk slowly stepped out from the crowded spectators.

This young monk had an endearing appearance, his smile calming and soothing to those who laid eyes on him, causing numerous women to feel their hearts stir.

Upon seeing the young monk, Abbot Shiran quickly stood up, bringing his hands together in a salute: "Shiran offers his respects to his elder uncle monk."

Wow!

Everyone was stunned. Good heavens, this young monk held such a high rank that even Abbot Shiran had to respectfully address him as an elder uncle monk?

Ye Ling looked at the young monk and couldn't help but laugh. This guy was no ordinary person. Despite his young age, he was of the Innate Realm with cultivation, and he was almost stepping into the Golden Core Stage. Quite extraordinary.

The young monk nodded toward Shiran and then, with hands clasped, bowed slightly to the Island Nation's warrior.

"To think that the great Shaolin Temple would have a child compete against me in martial arts, how laughable, are you merely boasting a false reputation, or are you trying to play tricks here?"