115: Is this move of yours perhaps the lost Vajra Kick of Shaolin?

The little fanboys finished throwing the mannequins and began to whisper among themselves.

"Brother Lin, on the count of three, should we retreat together?"

That tone made it sound as if those mannequins were bombs about to explode within three seconds.

After saying that, the man started counting on his own.

"One, two!"

With a "whoosh," the crowd vanished, leaving only Lin Pei and Stephen Chow once again.

Stephen Chow looked at Lin Pei, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Big Brother, did I hear that wrong?"

"Did they only count to two?"

Lin Pei nodded.

"Yeah, I heard two numbers as well."

He didn't actually plan on running.

It seemed Monk had his eyes on him; running would be useless.

Even if he wanted to run, he certainly couldn't outrun this Shaolin High Monk.

Stephen Chow irritably scratched his head with his prosthetic limb.

"Sigh."

"They really can't be relied on."

"A bunch of useless trash!"

...While the people at the scene were in a panic, the livestream chat was also in an uproar.

"What's going on? Is this master going to hack our Brother Lin?"

"Wait, didn't Brother Lin just save him?"

"Why does this master seem so agitated? Could they have a personal grudge?"

"It's possible. A feud between martial arts masters?"

"This, this, this... shouldn't they call the police first? This is too terrifying!"

"The police have already been called, and an ambulance too. Didn't they say that iron shard cuts through metal like butter? I hope the casualties aren't too high..."

"..."

At the scene, a group of actors who didn't have time to run were so scared they huddled against the wall along with the Japanese Team Members.

Meanwhile, as Monk looked at the naked mannequins scattered across the floor, a trace of existential doubt flickered across his dazed face.

An "Amituofo" escaped his lips.

Seeing this, everyone thought there was still hope; he still possessed a Buddha-nature.

Stephen Chow held up that mannequin leg, his face full of sorrow.

"Amituofo!"

"Master Monk, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

As it turned out, things might have been better without the reminder; now, Monk was staring at the iron shard in his hand again.

He was so agitated his eyes turned red.

Everyone gasped in unison. It was over; Monk was definitely going on a killing spree today.

As Monk raised the iron shard once more and lunged toward Lin Pei and Stephen Chow, cries of alarm filled the air.

Under the lights, Lin Pei was nearly blinded by the glint of the polished iron blade.

Damn it.

This iron shard looked terrifying. Was Monk really determined to take his life today?

This is so annoying!

Seeing Monk arrive before him, Lin Pei cursed inwardly.

He quickly pulled Stephen Chow aside and raised his foot, aiming to kick Monk's crown.

Before his foot could land, he heard a "thud."

Lin Pei's brow furrowed.

What's happening?

Why did Monk kneel?

Everyone else was also shocked.

"Holy crap, Master Monk knelt down? What's going on?"

"Could he have been scared by Brother Lin's foot? After all, if that kick landed, he'd definitely be a goner."

"Master Monk probably hit his head and has finally come to his senses, right?"

"Right, he might have been hallucinating from the fall earlier."

Up ahead, Monk was on both knees, blinking as he looked at Lin Pei.

Is he awake now?

Lin Pei retracted his leg.

"Master Monk, are you alright?"

"You seemed to have suffered a cultivation deviation just now, trying to kill me."

"As long as you're okay. You don't need to kneel to me."

Monk adjusted his glasses.

Cultivation deviation my foot!

He had just been so shocked by the footprint on the steel plate that he hadn't processed it yet.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen from the roof.

While he was thinking of asking Lin Pei for confirmation, this guy actually thought he'd suffered a cultivation deviation.

He had recovered now, but he was still a bit agitated.

He was also still a bit shaken because he had almost been killed by Lin Pei's kick just now; his knees had gone weak from fear.

"Benefactor, This Poor Monk did not suffer a cultivation deviation."

"This Poor Monk isn't kneeling either; my knees are just a bit weak."

Lin Pei expressed his understanding.

"Oh."

Monk touched the footprint on the iron plate, his lips trembling slightly.

"Benefactor, is this move you used my Temple's long-lost Mighty Vajra Foot?"

"Mighty Vajra Foot? Or Temple kung fu?"

Lin Pei was stunned.

This wasn't any Mighty Vajra Foot; his was called 'Kick, Kick, Kick You to Death.'

Just as he was about to shake his head, Stephen Chow spoke up first.

"Hahahaha, I'll give you credit for your knowledge. My big brother's move is indeed the Mighty Vajra Foot."

"How about it? Scared?"

Lin Pei was speechless.

"Second Brother, don't talk nonsense."

He turned back to Monk.

"Master Monk, you've misunderstood."

"This isn't any Mighty Vajra Foot. It's just some leg techniques I learned from my master when I was a child."

At this point, he could only let Old Man Li take the credit for knowing a few more things.

Everyone was filled with confusion.

"Are these two now switching to discussing martial arts?"

The Japanese people huddled against the wall sighed in unison.

"If that guy is okay, could they let us say our words of surrender first?"

"Their knees were numb from kneeling... The netizens in the livestream were also caught off guard by this twist."

"Brother Lin's master, isn't that Old Man Master of the Little Lis Flying Dagger? I didn't expect him to know the Mighty Vajra Foot too?"

"This Old Man Li is too amazing. I heard he even knows thievery."

"With a master who knows so much, no wonder Brother Lin is so badass!"

"Brother Lin already said it's not the Mighty Vajra Foot."

"I also wonder if these techniques written in novels actually exist."

"..."

Meanwhile, in the arena, Monk clearly didn't believe Lin Pei's denial.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Since it has come to this, This Poor Monk can only test it personally."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk leaped into the air and lunged toward Lin Pei.

Lin Pei had just breathed a sigh of relief, but now his blood was boiling again.

"Again?!"

"What is this Monk doing?"

"And weren't his knees weak? How can he fly up if they're weak?"

As Monk attacked, Lin Pei finally instinctively threw out a kick, which landed on Monk's stomach with a "crack."

Monk was immediately sent flying and landed on the ground.

The crowd gasped.

"That looked like it hurt like hell."

"Holy shit, I heard the sound of bones breaking from that kick. Master Monk won't pass away on the spot, will he?"

"You can't blame Big Brother; it's because this Monk kept trying to sneak attack him."

"Big Brother's reactions are so fast. That kick was steady, accurate, and ruthless. So cool!"

"Huh? Look at Master Monk's expression. Is he... smiling?"

"Damn, he really is. That's so creepy. What, did he enjoy being kicked in the chest?"

"Or was he so impressed by the Mighty Vajra Foot that he can die without regrets?"

"..."

At this moment, Lin Pei and Stephen Chow exchanged a look and prepared to go over and check on him.

Seeing Monk lying motionless on the ground, Lin Pei felt a wave of nausea, suspecting he really had kicked him to death.

After all, this was a fellow countryman from the Dragon Kingdom; it felt different from killing those Terrorists abroad.

However, before he could get close, his vision blurred.

He looked again, and it was actually Monk doing a kip-up, flipping himself off the ground.

"!!!!"

Lin Pei almost went to meet the Lin family ancestors on the spot.

"This is too damn terrifying."

"Is this Monk performing acrobatics in front of him today or what?"