Chapter - 250 The Six Strongest Take Charge of Resolving Disputes (5)

Tang Wen Liang and Chang Jing Zhi had harboured suspicions in their hearts for more than 20 years. At this moment, being presented with an explanation from Zhang Wu Ji, the various incoherencies suddenly fell into place. Tang and Chang looked at each other for a moment, unable to say anything for a while. Zong Wei Xia inquires, "May I ask you hero Zeng, this Cheng Kun – where has he escaped to at this present moment?"

Zhang Wu Ji replies, "The Lightning Hands of the Originating Formation: Cheng Kun was fuelled by only one purpose, and that was to create disorder between the 6 great sects and the Ming sect. He was later taken in under Shaolin's wing, and changed his name to Yuan Zhen. Last night, he sneaked into the Ming sect's inner forum and admitted to these crimes with his own mouth to the Ming sect's head leaders. At that time, Mr. Yang Xiao, Wei Bat-King, and the 5 wanderers were all listening. I swear that this is the unembellished truth. If there is a single false word, then I am even lower than a crowd of dogs and pigs, and when I die may it be that I will be tortured by millions of diabolical calamities and doomed to suffer in eternity, never be reborn again."

Having heard Zhang Wu Ji deliver these words with utmost sincerity and earnestness, the majority of people were struck with wonder and speculation. Only the Shaolin sect's various monks simultaneously erupted into loud shouts of protest.

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Only to hear a person stepping up from the crowd, chanting Buddhist prayers. He wears a gray robe, his expression stern, and his left hand holds a string of beads. This is one of the three Mystical Reverends of Shaolin, Kong Sheng. He spoke as he entered the arena, "Mr. Zeng, why do you say such lies, ridiculing my Shaolin Temple? How can I possibly let you continue to say such profane words in front these heroes?" Zhang WuJi bowed and said, "Do not by angry, reverend. Please allow Yuan Zhen monk to step up, so the truth can be told." Reverend Kong Sheng said with a glum face, "Mr. Zeng keeps asking for my martial nephew Yuan Zhen. You are still quite a young man. Why do you have such a venomous heart?" Zhang WuJi said, "I simply would like for Monk Yuan Zhen to come out, so all the truths and lies will be sorted out. Why would this be venomous?" Kong Sheng said, "Martial nephew Yuan Zhen is my martial brother Kong Jian's last student. His devotion to the Buddha is very strong. Other than coming with us to the Ming sect, he has never left the temple even once. How can he be the The Lightning Hands of the Originating Formation: Cheng Kun? Besides, martial nephew Yuan Zhen, in order to help us demolish the Devil sect, has already died. How can you say such things about him even in death?"

The words 'already died' resonate heavily into Zhang WuJi's ears. His face instantly turns white. Whatever else Kong Sheng might have later said, he did not hear. Zhang WuJi can only stutter, "He… he really died? No… no it can't be." Kong Sheng then points to a pile of monk bodies on the side, and yells loudly, "You can go see for yourself!" Zhang WuJi walks in front of the dead bodies, only to indeed find the body of Yuan Zhen. He checks for breathing, then the muscles for warmth. Based on the temperature, he has already been dead for quite a while. Zhang WuJi felt sadness and happiness in his own heart. He never thought that his godfather's mortal enemy now lies here dead. The blood in his chest boiled, as he could not hold back facing the sky and laugh, "Oh, you scoundrel. You have done so much evil in your life. Ha! Looks like even you have today's outcome today."

These thunderous laughs shook the mountain, trembling the minds of everyone there. Zhang WuJi turns around and asks, "Who killed Yuan Zhen?" Kong Sheng's face looks cold as ice, and does not respond. Yin TianZheng had already retreated to the side, but now he speaks up, "He and my son Yin YeWang matched palms. One person died and one person injured as a result." Zhang WuJi bows and says, "I see." He thought, "I bet after taking Wei YiXiao's Soft Ice Palm, Yuan Zhen became seriously injured. My uncle's power is also quite incredible. So that is how he died. I am really glad that it was my uncle who helped me achieve this revenge." He walks to Yin YeWang's side, checks his condition, and realizes that the injuries are not life threatening. He said, "Thank you, elder!"

Kong Sheng became angrier and angrier as he watched on the side, exclaiming, "Little kid, get ready to die!" These words resonated loudly into the ears of everyone there. Zhang WuJi turns around and asks, "Why?" Kong Sheng said loudly, "You knew that martial nephew Yuan Zhen is dead. Yet you put all the blame on his shoulders. How can I let someone so malicious live? I will break the pillar not to kill today. Are you going to commit suicide, or do you want me to kill you?" Zhang WuJi thought, "The fact that the main culprit Yuan Zhen had died is originally a good thing. But now how can I show them the truth now?" Just as he is still thinking of a plan, Kong Sheng steps up and aims his right hand at Zhang WuJi's head. His hand is straight as a stick from the wrist to the fingers, sharp and crisp. Yin TianZheng yelled, "Be careful, it's Dragon Claws!"

Zhang WuJi's turns to the side, gently sidestepping the attack. When Kong Sheng could not grab him the first time, he tried again. This time, he's even quicker and more ferocious. Zhang WuJi again sidesteps his grab by evading to the left. Kong Sheng's third, fourth, and the fifth strikes immediately followed. In an instant, a gray-robed man became a gray dragon. The dragon shadow flies in the air, the dragon claws dances rapidly, pushing Zhang WuJi to the point where he can no longer move away. A quick 'swoosh' sound later, Zhang WuJi's body flew up, but Kong Sheng had already grabbed his right sleeves, pulling down. Five cuts appeared on Zhang WuJi's shoulder as blood pour out. The Shaolin monks immediately cheered on, but a lone girl screamed in shock. Zhang WuJi looked at the direction of the voice, only to see Xiao Zhao's expression extremely pale. She said, "Young master Zhang, you… you be careful." Zhang WuJi's heart felt a tingle of warmth, and thought, "This little girl is really nice to me." After succeeding with his previous move, Kong Sheng immediately followed it up with more, each with a great deal of energy. This type of kung fu is fast and furious. More powerful than anything Zhang WuJi has seen before. He can only try to dodge the oncoming blows.

As Kong Sheng attacks continuously with his Dragon Claws, Zhang WuJi continuously backs away. They kept facing each other, one moving forward, while the other one moving back. After nine consecutive misses by Kong Sheng, he's still about a yard away from Zhang WuJi. Although he moves forward at lightning speed, Zhang WuJi always manage to back off at the same pace. While Zhang WuJi still has not countered any attacks, one can already see just who has the edge in lightness kung fu. One is moving forward, while the other is backpedaling. The difference in difficulty between the two is easy to see. Since he could not catch up, Kong Sheng's power in the legs is obviously much worse. Had Zhang WuJi turned around to run, he could have easily left Kong Sheng long behind. Essentially, the reason Zhang WuJi didn't turn around is so he can see Kong Sheng use his Dragon Claws. By the time he saw the thirty-seventh claw, he realized that it was move number eight, 'Cloud Palm form'. Obviously, Zhang WuJi does not know its name. But he knows perfectly how one would execute such a move.