"He, coward! Are you retreating? You are not injured yet!"
Poan Sit's friend has titled the White Tiger, replacing his friend facing Ong Bu, but Ong Mo Lin immediately ordered his son to step down. He went forward, crossing the machete to greet the armed White Tiger's steel chain weapon. The Yellow Snake's machete skill is great. The White Tiger has not yet made twenty moves. Overwhelmed, his weapons can only parry and attack twenty-fourth move. Ong Mo Lin's voice was heard.
"You go!" and his legs quickly kicked his opponent. His enemy was knocked off two spear's distance and fell unconscious.
Bu Kiat, the Black Wasp, became angry and shouted while pulling out his black bamboo staff. Without much saying, he attacked with the Lightning Grabbing Over the Head technique. Fast and powerful attacks that make the wind and a roaring sound. Ong Mo Lin was no less agile, his machete twirling around, so that the machete and black bamboo staff clashed, resembling two white and black dragons, attacking each other.
Ong Mo Lin's martial art is called the machete art of the Go-bie faction. This art is extremely skilful, its movements unpredictable, like a snake weaving from left to right, making it difficult to predict from which direction the machete will strike. Even though the Black Wasp's black bamboo staff was very skilled and he had been a champion in his area for over ten years, he was still inferior to the Yellow Snake.
At one point, Ong Mo Lin's machete struck. Bu Kiat parried it with his black bamboo staff. They both used all their strength, making it seem as if the two weapons were stuck together. Neither dared to pull it out carelessly, because the one who removed their weapon from its attachment would lose a moment, and their opponent could strike first. This was dangerous and well known to both sides.
Suddenly, from the left, two white lights flashed, accompanied by a shout of "Let go!" and the two lights struck toward the ruyung and machete.
The two experts, who were testing their strength, felt their hands tingle, and their weapons were pushed by such incredible force that they nearly slipped from their grips. Both immediately jumped back in surprise.
It turned out the two white lights were two silver bullets released by an old priest. Although he was dressed like a priest, his attire was striking, and on his chest was a silver orchid flower studded with sparkling gemstones.
Seeing the Orchid flower, everyone was shocked to recognise that the person who had come was Gin-bwee-hwa Pauw Hiap Tojin, a priest notorious for his greed for wealth and beauty. His priestly robes were merely a disguise. He was once a notorious robber leader in San-kang. After the Boan government took over China, he became a sycophant and protector of the high-ranking officer who exploited the people. His influence was immense, and everyone in the martial arts world knew of his extraordinary skills, especially his Severing Muscle and Bone Punch technique. In addition to his nickname, Gin-bwee-hwa, he was also nicknamed the Sly Finger.
"Hey, you two warriors, why are you fighting so fiercely? If there are matters that are better handled peacefully. I am a nosy person who loves to be an intermediary to reconcile your affairs!" He said after jumping into their midst.
"The priest's words are true," said Ong Mo Lin, smiling. "Even the humble me doesn't like making enemies. But what can I do? It seems Bu Kiat doesn't value friendship, because he has robbed the goods that my carrier carried. If only the goods were returned, I would apologise right now and invite everyone to drink wine as a sign of my respect."
"Think about it," retorted Bu Kiat the Black Wasp.
"My job is well known: picking up things on the road (robbing), and those things are in my territory, so it's only right that I pick them up. But Ong Mo Lin refuses to admit his men's weakness and even came to challenge me himself. Of course, I have no choice but to accept the honour."
The Sly Finger nodded his grey-haired head, but neatly arranged. His sharp eyes glanced at the two men, then he said to Ong Mo Lin.
"Hmm, Hmm! Mr. Ong should have given in and acknowledged Brother Bu's sovereignty in his territory. Or before passing this road, he should have come to ask permission and escorted him, just as a sign of friendship. That's the rule of the robbery world. Now that things have changed hands, why bother making a fuss?"
Before Ong Mo Lin, curious about the one-sided decision, could argue, he continued, addressing the man surnamed Bu,
"And brother Bu, you are alert and very shrewd, not passing fat meat for nothing. But because
Now I, the nosy person, know where things stand, and to be a fair judge, you must give in and divide half of the meat to me!"
Even though she was curious, Bu Kiat also felt satisfied with Tosu's clear decision to defend him. He was still lucky to get half of it, and he understood that he couldn't deal or mess around with the skilful priest; it's better to be friends than enemies. So immediately he looked up and said with a smile.
"You are very fair. Of course, I agree one hundred per cent with your suggestion. So, what about it, Mr Ong, do you also agree? and likes to finish things here and go home peacefully?"
Ong Mo Lin felt like his chest was burning hot. He was furious and enraged to hear the unfair decision. How could the goods that are under his guard and responsibility be so easily divided among others? He said with a determined voice,
"No way! Those items aren't mine, and I swear to uphold the name of my shipping company. If you two won't return them, I, the worthless one, would rather die here than return home without them!" He stared at the priest with fiery eyes
"Ha, ha, ha! This means you're challenging me, Mr. Ong! Since half of this meat is mine, then this matter is also my responsibility. Knowing that my share isn't for my consumption, but for the funds to build several temples in San-kang Province. So, be at ease, because this wealth isn't wasted, but is intended to help thousands of people ascend to heaven!"
"You demon priest! You're good at what you do!" cursed Ong Bu, son of Ong Mo Lin, who immediately lunged forward with his staff.
"Ha, ha! This little kid wants to play around, too?" The priest laughed mockingly, and the staff's slash at his head was parried with a flick of the hem of his shirt.
Ong Bu nearly let go of his staff as it was pulled away by a powerful force. But he was determined to do so and used it again to stab the priest in the chest with all his inner strength, the Black Dragon Striking the Gemstone technique. The priest didn't dodge this powerful attack; he even bared his thin chest.
"Bang!" The sound of the staff tip hitting the priest's chest rang out, but instead of the priest falling, Ong Bu's staff bounced and slipped from his grip due to the aching and soreness in his arm. It turned out that the skilled priest used his inner energy to deflect and counterattack his energy.
Before Ong Bu could dodge, the priest's left fingers flashed toward his shoulder. "Crack!" and Ong Bu fell to the ground, vomiting blood! His shoulder blade was dislocated from its joint by the skilful Hun-kin-coh-kut technique!
"Ha, ha! I, a devout old man, am still generous and didn't take your life. That was merely a warning!" he said arrogantly.
"Devil priest, look at the machete!" Ong Mo Lin lunged forward to defend his son, his machete moving with a feint move, the Rainbow Cross the Sky, but the Sly Fingers easily deflected the machete with the hem of his shirt, then counterattacked his opponent's ribs with the Side-Winged Phoenix technique. But Ong Mo Lin wasn't a new kid; he was quite experienced.
Even though he knew that the evil priest wasn't his enemy and that his skill was far superior to his, he still acted extremely cautiously.
He nimbly dodged the priest's blows and then delivered another devastating attack! The priest also understood that Ong Mo Lin shouldn't be taken lightly or played around with, so he fought even faster, jumping between the shadows of the machete, searching for a target.
After just over ten moves, Ong Mo Lin was already overwhelmed, and several times his bones nearly fell victim to the blows of this demon's Bone-Removing Technique. Gin-bwee-hwa Pauw Hiap Tojin fought while taunting and toying with his enemy. At that moment, he was ready to lower his iron fist to strike Ong Mo Lin, when suddenly a low cry was heard, "Siancai!"
The voice suddenly sounded very close, and an iron staff, emitting a powerful wind, swung between the two fighting men. Ong Mo Lin, almost helpless, immediately jumped back. The priest, his face red with anger, glared at the person who had interrupted their fight.
It turned out that the one who had come and separated them using an iron staff was an elderly, bald, sharp-eyed monk. His eyebrows were white, making him appear very pious and dignified.
"Sorry, sorry," the monk said, clasping his hands. "I hope you will forgive me, who disturbed you while you were playing, and I caused you to lose your fun. But because I saw that both of your weapons were eyeless, I was worried that this playfulness could be dangerous."
Pauw Hiap Tojin was truly curious and wanted to curse, but seeing that the one interrupting him was a monk, and he belonged to the hermit class, he forced a smile and said,
"You are very kind. Please ask for the nickname of the great monk."
"I was called Hwat Khong by the people, a guardian of an unknown temple." Then the monk turned to Ong Mo Lin.
"Good friend, why are you fighting with a holy man like this priest?"
"Holy man? Bah, he's a robber! Don't be fooled, Master. I am a courier who was robbed by that robber, surnamed Bu," he pointed at Bu Kiat. "Then we fought, but suddenly this priest came to defend him and even offered to divide my belongings. Think about it, Master. Is that fair?"
"Ha, ha! You're like a child whining for milk, you man with the surname Ong!" the priest quipped, then faced Hwat Khong.
"I fully trust that you, as a devout person, will not interfere in other people's affairs," he said.
"Omitohud! I would never interfere, and likewise, as a righteous person, you certainly understand justice. So, given the current situation, I hope you will look me in the eye and return Mr. Ong's belongings," Hwat Khong said sweetly.
"Hairless monk. Stop dreaming! Do you think I'm afraid of you? In short, I won't return those things, so what do you want?"
This was a formidable and insulting challenge, but the monk was strong enough to simply smile.
"Then I'll have to intervene."
"Come on!" the priest shouted. When he saw the monk standing still, smiling, even sticking his iron staff into the ground, he became enraged and immediately charged. His attack was extremely skilful because, as soon as he struck, he used his finger skill and moved with the Wrathful Demon Snatching Life technique. This move was cruel and ruthless, with both hands moving simultaneously, the right striking the ribs, the left gripping the opponent's secret arm.
Due to the swift and powerful attack, they didn't dare to be careless. He dodged to the left to block his opponent's right hand, but the left grip he was about to block suddenly changed. The skilled Pauw Hiap Tojin quickly switched attacks before the movement was over. His left hand, which had been about to grab, now turned into a fist and struck his opponent hard in the stomach.
Hwat Kong Monk had no choice but to use all the strength of his right hand to collide with the fist. The two fists collided with a loud "duk," and both men staggered backwards, but Hwat Khong felt his fist sting. He knew his opponent was not as powerful as his own, so he acted very cautiously, standing still, awaiting the attack.
"Bastard monk, prepare to die," shouted the skilled priest, advancing slowly, his demeanour intimidating.
But suddenly, from nowhere, a small girl's body swooped down from above, moving as light and agile as a bird. The girl immediately approached Hwat Khong and stood with her back to the priest. She bowed to Hwat Khong and said,
"Hwat Khong senior brother, please accept your junior's respect!"
Hwat Khong was stunned and momentarily confused, but the little girl didn't give him a chance to express his surprise and continued.
"Please step back, senior. Let me deal with this bastard priest."
Hwat Khong was indeed reluctant to fight. First, he disliked enemies, and second, he had sworn never to kill anyone. So how could he fight the skilled priest without launching skilful attacks for fear of killing his enemy? He saw that the girl's movements were quite agile, so he let her represent him for the time being. If she were cornered, he certainly wouldn't stand still.
Pauw Hiap Tojin, who had been ready to attack Hwat Khong, saw the young woman approach; his heart seemingly stopped beating. His eyes widened as he stared at the girl's face, and his mouth was speechless. He was completely amazed by her beauty. To him, it was as if she had just descended from heaven. Only when he heard her voice did he regain his senses and stand there smiling, not at all angry at being called a scumbag priest.
"Eh, eh, what a strange world this is. I never expected that Hwat Khong, such an old master, would have such a young and sweet junior. Hmm, you're very lucky, Hwat Khong master."
He had been surprised at first by the girl's light and agile movements, but after hearing that she was none other than Hwat Khong's junior sister, his courage grew. Meanwhile, Hwat Khong himself, the girl's senior brother, was still unable to match his skill, especially with his junior still small and delicate.
"Demon priest, I know you're the incarnation of a turtle demon because your face almost resembles a turtle. Don't talk too much! I see that my senior brother is unworthy to fight you, because you're too lowly to fight him! I am alone more than enough to defeat you!"
"Ha, ha, ha! Not only beautiful, but also a good talker! You want to test my skills? Okay, okay, come here! But there's a bet!"
The girl was none other than Han Lian Hwa, as readers have probably guessed. Her mischievous nature emerged, and seeing the priest's antics, she had already composed a poem:
"Demon Turtle Priest!
You came out of the sewage pit,
Brings an unbearable stench!
Carrying the air of a holy and wise priest.
But once a turtle, always a turtle
When facing your lady, you have a lot of attitude.
Wait, my fist will make your head explode!"
These words were spoken in a melodious and humorous voice, so that the couriers couldn't help but smile in amusement. Only Hwat Khong the Monk was surprised and dissatisfied with this naughty girl's behaviour.
"Ha, ha! You're a very smart, sweet lady. Now let's set a bet. If you can defeat me for more than twenty moves, I accept defeat. But if you don't reach twenty moves, you've already lost. Then you must give me the red lotus on your head, and for three days you'll be my servant! Don't worry, your work won't be hard; in fact, it will be quite enjoyable!"
"Priest, get lost!" Hwat Khong snapped at the priest's insolence.
But Lian Hwa quickly stopped her senior brother and said, "Brother, let your junior deal with this rotten turtle. Hey, demon turtle, I'll accept your bet, but what if you lose?"
"Ha, ha, ha! I lost? Ah, if I lose, so be it. You set your own bet."
Han Lian Hwa looked around, looking for her mischief idea. Suddenly, he looked at the carrier's horses and said, smiling sweetly.
"Because turtles like to eat dirt, if you are the one to lose, you have to eat horse dung. How is it?"
Pauw Hiap Tojin has never been insulted by someone like that
Great, if the one who insulted him wasn't such a beautiful girl, he definitely wouldn't be able to hold back his anger any longer. But he just smiled wryly and said.
"Okay, okay. Now, show me your teacher's teachings!" He started horse stance and performed the Threatening Earth Dragon technique. He bent his right knee under his buttocks, which were attached to the back of his left heel, thrusting the heel out to the left. His eyes stared at the young lady with a very aggressive and cheeky gaze, his hollow mouth smiling. "Attack, young lady!" he said playfully.
Everyone present was a martial arts expert and understood the skill of this stance, a stance that was extremely difficult to attack, especially considering the master's ten fingers. But Han Lian Hwa seemed unaware of the danger of the priest's stance and approached recklessly.
Suddenly, she attacked recklessly with a right-handed strike with the Hungry Goat Strikes Food technique. This was a simple technique, striking forward with an open hand. Everyone was disappointed by this completely harmless attack, and even Hwat Khong Monk, who saw the girl's weakness, began to lose confidence and regretted letting her face such great danger.
The priest looked down on her. He laughed heartily, waiting for the attack. When the girl's hand approached his head, he suddenly jumped to his feet, his legs in a Ciang-cip-pou stance. He then extended his left hand to meet Lian Hwa's attacking hand to catch it, while his right hand reached forward toward Lian Hwa's chest! This move was both brazen and extremely dangerous.
Everyone was worried. But completely unexpected, the girl pulled back her right hand with a loud laugh, her left hand darting toward her opponent's neck as she tilted her body to avoid the grip on her chest. The tosu was shocked, not expecting the girl's movement to be so fast. He quickly turned and tilted his head, but Lian Hwa suddenly changed her movement, jumping to the side and shouting,
"First move!" Her left foot suddenly kicked out, hitting the tosu's buttocks. "Bluk!" and Pauw Hiap Tojin staggered back several steps!
The couriers who are watching the fight laughed with delight. They hadn't expected the girl to be so skilled and fast, and her punching skills were also strange, or perhaps the result of the kick was just a fluke? The priest wasn't injured, just staggered backwards. They watched, still somewhat anxious.