114: If you want to hurt our leader, you'll have to step over our dead bodies first.
The number of people in the livestream was still surging.
"Oho, so their knees can bend now? Are these guys so scared of Brother Lin that they're kneeling?"
"Exactly. That big footprint on the iron plate is just shocking. He can even kick through iron plates; no wonder he could kick through the ceiling."
"I have to say, regarding the matter of kicking through the roof, I was among those who didn't believe it just now. Now, I'm freaking convinced."
"+1. I still haven't recovered. Seriously, is our Brother Lin really not some hidden martial arts master? Is this power even humanly possible?"
"Did you guys forget? Our Brother Lin is the top disciple of Master of the Little Lis Flying Dagger, Li Ruhuan; he was a hidden martial arts master all along."
"That's been said a thousand times already. Brother Lin is just too awesome!"
"I originally wanted to join a Film Crew, but now I'm too scared. I'm afraid Brother Lin might accidentally kick me to death."
"This is so satisfying. Let's see if these Japanese people dare to play dirty anymore."
"..."
Just as the Japanese people knelt down, Monk poked his head out of the hole in the roof again.
"Benefactor, could you help This Poor Monk kick the tool up here?"
It went without saying who he was asking.
Lin Pei automatically responded.
"No problem, Master Monk."
Instantly, everyone felt that this was indeed a conversation between two martial arts masters.
Across dozens of meters, a piece of iron that could cut through metal like butter.
One dared to kick, and the other dared to catch.
However, it was clear that Monk was still a bit wary.
He gave a word of caution.
"Benefactor, please be gentle. Wait until This Poor Monk has moved away before you kick."
"..."
Lin Pei agreed.
After Monk's bald head retreated from the hole, everyone watched as Lin Pei raised his foot.
With a "whoosh," the iron piece flew straight up and accurately out of the hole.
Strangely, there was no sound from above for a long while.
Everyone stared intently at the hole, wondering if Monk had actually caught the iron piece.
If he had caught it, he should have told everyone, right?
After another moment of silence, Stephen Chow suddenly gasped.
"No way? Master Monk wasn't accidentally injured by the iron piece, was he?"
He immediately shouted toward the roof.
"Master Monk, are you okay?!"
"Are you still alive?"
"..."
Lin Pei was also puzzled.
He had kicked the object up vertically just now.
As long as Monk didn't expose his forehead to the hole and run into the blade himself, he shouldn't have been cut.
Otherwise... if his head was injured by that iron piece, things would truly look grim.
Just as they were getting anxious, a "crash" was heard, and a figure came tumbling down from above.
Everyone looked; who else could it be but Monk?
Everyone covered their eyes, afraid of seeing a bloody scene.
Lin Pei, however, quickly realized the situation.
There were no wounds on Monk; he must have fallen down on his own.
Just as the man was about to hit the ground, Lin Pei timely kicked Kimura's stretcher over to catch Monk.
The stretcher was covered with a thick pad, looking soft and comfortable.
It would serve as a cushion.
Kimura, who was still on the stretcher, started crying again out of fear.
baka, this Dragon Country person just used his stretcher whenever he wanted.
Couldn't he have taken him off it first?
He couldn't move at all; if someone really crashed onto him, he wouldn't be able to escape.
Luckily, his stretcher was spacious, and this Dragon Country master crashed right next to him.
That leg really almost came into intimate contact with his buttocks.
If he had actually been kicked, causing secondary damage, there would really be no hope left for his buttocks!
...At this moment, Monk's eyes were wide open, and he was muttering to himself.
"This, this, this, could this be..."
Only then did everyone dare to open their eyes.
So Master Monk was fine. They had almost thought a headless high Monk would fall down.
However, looking at Monk's state, his body seemed fine, but his mental state appeared to be a bit off.
He didn't damage his brain in the fall, did he?
Stephen Chow walked up to the stretcher.
"Hey, Master Monk, are you okay?"
"Why are you stuttering?"
Monk suddenly did a backflip off the stretcher, still clutching that iron plate tightly in his arms.
Everyone was startled.
As expected of the Temple's number one high Monk; not only was he fine after falling from such a height, but he was also so agile.
Monk charged straight at Lin Pei with the iron piece raised, forcing Lin Pei to take a step back.
Lin Pei squinted at the Monk in front of him.
Falling from the sky, mentally dazed.
Hiss.
Isn't this exactly what he had just thought of—the state of qi deviation right after practicing the Toad Style?
Master Monk didn't really suffer from qi deviation, did he?
Looking at this posture, would he just slash at him?
Why?
He had just kicked the stretcher over, kindly wanting to save him.
Was this how he repaid kindness with enmity?
...While he was feeling frustrated, he noticed that Monk stopped in front of him just in time.
Looking closely now, there were things like stone fragments on Monk's head.
One lens of his sunglasses had also fallen out, making him look quite disheveled.
Lin Pei frowned.
"Master Monk, are you okay?"
Monk didn't look like he was okay; upon hearing this, he raised the iron plate in his hand again.
Lin Pei took another step back.
"Master Monk, let's talk this out calmly."
Lin Pei felt a chill in his heart.
Dammit, Monk's gaze didn't just look like he wanted to murder him; it looked like he wanted to eat him.
qi deviation was truly terrifying!
Stephen Chow snapped out of it and dashed to Lin Pei's side, blocking with his arm.
"If you want to slash my big brother, you'll have to step over my arm first!"
Lin Pei took a look and felt his vision go dark.
What was blocking him wasn't Stephen Chow's arm at all.
It was a mannequin's prosthetic limb that Stephen Chow had somehow found.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, his tone becoming earnest for the first time.
Having become a "big brother," his mindset was indeed different.
"Second Brother, leave the arm and step back."
Stephen Chow waved his hand and held up a prosthetic leg.
"How can I do that, Big Brother?"
"My life was saved by Big Brother. Today, I, Stephen Chow, will live or die with Big Brother!"
As soon as Stephen Chow finished speaking, a group of Lin Pei's fanboys from the Film Crew also ran up.
"That's right! To hurt Brother Lin, you'll have to step over our corpses first."
Lin Pei was momentarily touched.
Stephen Chow aside, these people had no relation to him, yet they were so loyal.
He truly hadn't expected this.
Just as they finished speaking, there was a series of "clatter" sounds.
Lin Pei looked over; several mannequins had already been thrown onto the floor between him and Monk.
Holy crap.
Why were there so many props for a closed training session?
And did they even need these for their movie?
The Japanese Team Members kneeling by the wall were stunned.
Wao?
These are their corpses?
"..."