Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

I've inspected all twenty bridge piers.

Absolutely certain—there's nothing there.

Hmm... no, that's not right either. There was a lot of trash, and Cheng Mo even saw excrement.

Gao Dazhuang pointed to the bridgehead: "That's Stalin Park over there, want to go take a look?"

Cheng Mo looked up at the sky; night was gradually falling.

As the gaze shifts downwards, the strange figures on the bridge slowly approach.

Cheng Mo's lips curled up: "I think we can start watching the show soon."

Xia He and Gao Dazhuang also looked up at the bridge.

Xia He asked, "You mean, those people are going to fight?"

Cheng Mo shrugged: "Who knows?"

Gao Dazhuang was eager to try: "Should we go fight too? Apart from He Yunchong, I haven't really fought any other superhumans yet."

Cheng Mo advised, "There's no need to take action now. We haven't even found the item, and we don't know who's friend or foe. What if we end up fighting and it turns out to be your dad's friend? What if you kill or cripple him, or vice versa?"

Gao Dazhuang thought for a moment and said, "Uh... let's just watch the show first."

Xia He reminded him, "Even if we don't make a move, the others won't ignore us when they start fighting."

Gao Dazhuang perked up again: "That's true."

Cheng Mo glanced at them sideways: "Do you two have to be in a crowd to watch the show?"

Xia He and Gao Dazhuang both looked at him at the same time: "So where are you planning to go?"

Cheng Mo pointed his thumb behind him: "Didn't you just say there's a park over there? Let's go buy some food first, then sit in the park and see how these people plan to have fun."

Upon hearing this, the two girls thought...it didn't seem like a bad idea.

Gao Dazhuang immediately said, "Let's go, let's go! I know a pretty good shop nearby!"

……

The three of them first went out for a big meal, then bought a lot of portable snacks, and hurriedly ran back to the park.

By this time, it was completely dark.

There were no ordinary people left on the bridge or the ice; only a dozen or so supernatural beings remained.

On the ice, several strange people had already started fighting.

A middle-aged man in a gray training uniform raised his hands, sending dozens of thin needles flying out, their trails almost invisible in the night. The man opposite him rolled to the side, the needles piercing the ice with muffled "plop" sounds.

From another direction, a young man made a hand seal, and the ice beneath his feet suddenly rose up, forming an ice wall to block the attack coming from the side.

The attacker was an old man. With a flick of his wrist, several streaks of silver light bypassed the ice wall and headed straight for the young man's back. The young man didn't even turn his head. Another ice wall rose up behind him, and the silver lights struck the ice with a crisp "clinking" sound.

The bridge was bustling with activity.

Three strange people are fighting on the bridge.

One of them wielded a stick, his movements sharp and fierce, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound.

The other one used his fists, and his punches were powerful and fierce. He slammed his fist into the bridge railing, and the iron railing was dented.

There was also one who used his legs; he was agile and moved between the two, striking whenever he could find an opening.

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A train roared in from afar, its headlights illuminating the bridge.

The three strange individuals stopped simultaneously, moved to either side of the bridge, and cleared the tracks.

The train passed between them, its windows casting a dim yellow light. Some passengers were reading, while others were dozing, completely unaware that just seconds before, people outside had been working tirelessly.

The train passed by.

The three returned to the center of the bridge and continued fighting.

Gao Dazhuang stood in the park, staring wide-eyed at the chaos on the ice and bridge, forgetting to eat the skewers he was holding.

Cheng Mo and Xia He, on the other hand, didn't miss a beat; one was munching on chicken wings, and the other was eating grilled sausages, watching with great interest.

Xia He once again experienced the joy of her childhood—back then, when people in the village got into a fight, her grandfather would move two stools, grab some melon seeds and peanuts, and pull her aside to watch, occasionally offering a few pointers.

Just like now—

Cheng Mo, chewing on meat, mumbled his comments: "That guy with the stick isn't bad, but he's too rigid, always using the same few moves. The one on the other side has already figured out his routine. You'll see his next strike is a sweeping attack... Hey, sure enough! If the one on the right had circled around now, he could have easily succeeded... Hey, he actually circled around! Beautiful!"

Xia He laughed heartily at the news.

Gao Dazhuang couldn't resist any longer and shoved the snacks into Xia He's hands: "You guys protect me, I'll use my primordial spirit to deal with them."

She calmed herself down and focused her mind—

A large hand rested on her shoulder.

The condensed Qi dissipated instantly, unable to leave the body.

Gao Dazhuang turned around and saw that Cheng Mo was standing behind her at some point.

Gao Dazhuang's eyes widened: "You...how did you do that?"

Cheng Mo withdrew his hand and continued gnawing on a chicken foot: "If you go up there now, it's not safe for your soul to leave your body. Didn't you see that some guys have moves that can attack the soul? If you go up there, you might get beaten to death."

Gao Dazhuang was taken aback: "Attack the soul?"

She looked closely, but couldn't figure it out.

Cheng Mo pointed to a group of people fighting over there: "See that guy in the gray clothes? The technique he's using is similar to the 'breath-expelling' technique of Bajiquan, which specifically targets the soul. If you send your primordial spirit out of your body, you'll run right into his line of fire."

Gao Dazhuang looked over and saw that when the person made the move, there was indeed an invisible wave that hit the person, causing the person to shudder and slow down their movements.

Gao Dazhuang suddenly realized, "That's true."

Cheng Mo added, "Besides, they're almost done."

Gao Dazhuang looked over and didn't realize it—wasn't this a pretty big fight?

Before long, those people actually stopped fighting, dispersed in twos and threes, and disappeared into the night.

Gao Dazhuang asked curiously, "How did you know they were almost done?"

Cheng Mo countered, "Let me ask you first, what have we been busy with all this time?"

Gao Dazhuang said, "Let's find the demon sword Hirumaru."

"So, what do we do after we find the demon sword Hirumaru?"

"We won't let the Japanese devils take it away."

"So..." Cheng Mo looked at her with a grin, "who is our main enemy?"

Gao Dazhuang, being a college student who had gone through the college entrance examination, had extensive experience in memorizing political texts. He immediately realized, "You little devils!"

Cheng Mo then asked, "Were there any Japanese soldiers among those people just now?"

Gao Dazhuang shook his head: "Probably not...?"

But she wasn't entirely sure: "We don't know what kind of extraordinary individuals the Japanese have."

"There are only a few types of games, aren't there?" Cheng Mo scoffed. "In short, it's just ninjas and swordsmen. Just now, a group of people who didn't use ninjutsu or swords fought for a long time. It looked exciting, but they all knew their limits and stopped at just sparring."

Gao Dazhuang understood, and still felt a little regretful: "If we really encountered the Japanese devils, I would definitely go up and fight them."

"There will be opportunities." Cheng Mo said meaningfully.

After saying that, he tidied up the trash and threw it into the trash can, then walked forward hand in hand with Xia He.

Gao Dazhuang caught up with him: "Where to next?"

Xia He took Gao Dazhuang's hand with her other hand: "The St. Sophia Cathedral. Lu Ci went there during the day, it must be even more lively than here."

Gao Dazhuang nodded: "Yeah... wait, that's not right, if they've finished fighting here, they must be done fighting there too."

Xia He reminded her, "Think again, what are the differences between these two places?"

After a moment's thought, Gao Dazhuang slapped his thigh: "There are even more tourists over there!"

"Yes," Xia He nodded with a smile, "A supernatural being will definitely choose a time when no one is around to make a move."

Gao Dazhuang looked forward to it: "So, now is the perfect time for us to go over there."

Cheng Mo interjected, "Wrong, it's more appropriate to have a late-night snack before going."

Gao Dazhuang looked him up and down: "You ate so much just now, how could you still eat?"

Xia He sighed, "That little Taoist priest can eat a whole cow. Now you know how hard it is for me to support a man like this."

Gao Dazhuang: "..."

No, sister, you just show off whenever you have a spare moment.

Cheng Mo retorted, "Nonsense, I've been paying for your meals lately."

Xia He: "Hmph."