Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 357 The Quanxing Sect Suffers

Wow, these guys run so fast!

Most of the Quanxing members who had been surrounding the area had already run off, all chasing after Han Dan'er in the direction he had fled.

Dozens of people took off running, faster than rabbits, trampling a path through the grass.

Of course, some didn't run away and were rushing towards Cheng Mo, but they stopped halfway and stood a dozen meters away, surrounding Cheng Mo and his group, making it difficult for them to advance or retreat.

Seeing Cheng Mo make a move, they knew this kid was not to be trifled with. Moreover, Xia He's ability was strange; a single release of pink qi mist could render someone stupid. These people pushed and shoved each other, none of them willing to make the first move.

Cheng Mo clapped his hands: "Let's go, arrest them first."

He stomped his foot, and array patterns emerged from the soles of his feet, spreading wildly in all directions.

The ground began to shake, and the soil churned up like ocean waves. Several members of the Quanxing sect slipped and fell to the ground. A fierce wind swept in from all directions, breaking tree branches and scattering leaves everywhere. Flames burst forth from the wind, engulfing the entire area and forming a wall of fire that trapped everyone inside.

Those Quanxing members who were still hesitating about whether to rush over were immediately overwhelmed by this wave of attacks. Some were knocked over by the earthen waves, some were swept into the air by the wind and fell, some were forced to retreat by the flames, and finally were knocked unconscious by the earthen wall.

In less than ten seconds, more than a dozen members of the Quanxing sect were lying on the ground, sprawling out in various positions.

Ding Shian's eyes twitched as he watched.

He could take down these people, but such a swift and wide-ranging attack was proving difficult for him.

Most importantly, under such a wide-ranging attack, Cheng Mo was still able to operate with precision. The severity of each person's injuries was about the same, the angle at which they fell to the ground when they fainted was not much different, and even the direction their faces were facing was about the same.

This—Ding Shian simply couldn't do it.

Ding An sighed, realizing even more deeply the gap between himself and Brother Cheng.

On the other side, the Quanxing members who were chasing after Han Dan'er didn't see Cheng Mo's move at all.

Dozens of people ran wildly across the grass. They were chasing Han Dan'er not to steal the food pouch—though that was part of the idea—but more importantly, they wanted to use what Han Dan'er had to exchange for benefits with Cheng Mo.

The chubby little boy ran ahead, his short legs moving incredibly fast, clutching the cloth bag tightly to his chest. He looked a bit comical as he ran, but he was surprisingly fast and had amazing stamina, running for several minutes without even breaking a sweat.

"You idiot! Stop right there!" Xue Pan shouted from behind.

Without looking back, Han Dan ran even faster.

Wang Ergou swallowed the last bite of his sesame seed cake and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fatty! We're not trying to steal your stuff! We just want to talk to you about something!"

The silly boy kept going.

Zhang Kun emerged from the ground in front of Han Dan'er, spreading his arms to block him. Han Dan'er jumped over his head, landing with a large crater, and continued running.

A group of people chased him out of the meadow, up the hillside, and into the woods. The chubby boy weaved left and right through the trees, his round body nimbly weaving through the gaps in the branches like a startled wild boar.

After chasing for a while, Han Dan'er finally couldn't run anymore. He stopped, supporting himself on his knees and panting heavily. His round face was flushed red, and beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks.

The members of Quanxing swarmed around him, surrounding him.

Xue Pan, panting for a while, finally caught his breath and pointed at Han Dan'er: "You—why are you running away?"

Han Dan'er clutched the cloth bag tightly, watching them warily: "Big brother said, we won't give it to anyone."

Wang Ergou squatted down, trying to make his tone gentle: "We don't want your things, we just want to look. Count how many there are inside?"

The simpleton shook his head: "I won't show you."

Zhang Kun popped out of the ground, brushing the dirt off his clothes: "Hey, don't be so stubborn. Your master is still behind us. Aren't you afraid he'll get angry?"

After thinking for a moment, Han Dan'er shook his head: "Even if Master tells me to hand it over, I won't give it to him."

The members of Quanxing offered their advice in a cacophony of voices.

"Silly boy, give us the things and we'll help you deliver them to Master Cheng."

"Yes, yes, look how tired you are carrying that, let us help you carry it."

"We promise not to embezzle any of it and will hand it over to Master Cheng intact."

The simple-minded boy clutched the cloth bag tightly, shaking his head frantically: "No way! Big brother said he won't give it to anyone!"

Xue Pan grew impatient and took two steps forward: "Why are you so stubborn, child?"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand reached in from outside the crowd and landed on Xue Pan's shoulder.

Xue Pan turned around and his expression changed drastically.

Cheng Mo looked at him with a smile: "Old Xue, what are you guys doing?"

The Quanxing members had long since dispersed, leaving Xue Pan alone to face Cheng Mo.

Xue Pan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Master Cheng, we're just helping Han Dan'er carry things, afraid he'll get tired."

Cheng Mo patted Xue Pan on the shoulder: "You guys are really kind-hearted."

Xue Pan nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course."

Cheng Mo turned to Han Dan'er: "Han Dan'er, have you got your things?"

The simpleton nodded vigorously: "Take it! I won't give it to anyone!"

"good."

Cheng Mo turned to the Quanxing members, his smile unchanged: "Gentlemen, I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

Xue Pan quickly said, "It's alright, no need. Don't worry, Master Cheng, I'll leave now and won't bother you."

Before he could even take a step, he saw Xia He emerge from the woods with a smile on her face, looking like an ordinary college student.

Lu Ci followed Xia He, his eyes wide like copper bells, scanning the Quanxing members like an old wolf patrolling its territory.

Ding Shian walked at the very back, protecting Wang Zizhong and Lü Huan.

Xia He smiled at them, her tone light and cheerful: "When you were chasing Han Dan'er just now, were you planning to snatch the thing from his arms?"

The members of Quanxing all shook their heads.

Xue Pan was the first to deny it: "No, no, absolutely not!"

Wang Ergou shook his head, "We just want to help him share the burden, really!"

Zhang Kun poked his head out from the ground: "I just wanted to take a look, I didn't mean to steal it!"

Xia He smiled even more broadly, her lips curving upwards and her eyes crinkling into crescents, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. Pink mist emanated from her palms, so faint as to be almost invisible, slowly spreading through the air.

The people of Quanxing were unaware of this.

Xia He tilted her head, her tone innocent: "Don't you all want to have both hands?"

Xue Pan swallowed and nodded.

Xia He's smile turned into disgust and mockery, her eyes cold as if she were looking at a pile of garbage.

"With just you guys?"

These two words were like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of the Quanxing members. Everyone was stunned, and a feeling of inexplicable disgust welled up inside them. It was as if someone was speaking ill of these people in their ears, over and over again, with more and more words, and with each repetition becoming more and more offensive.

They looked at their companions and became increasingly displeased.

Xue Pan looked at Wang Ergou and suddenly felt that his face was particularly irritating.

Wang Ergou looked at Zhang Kun and thought to himself, "Why is this guy so annoying?"

Zhang Kun looked at the bald man next to him and wished he could punch him.

The bald man stared at the floral shirt, his fists clenched tightly.

Xia He withdrew her hand and stepped back to Cheng Mo's side: "Gentlemen, you can make your move now."

Xue Pan was the first to strike, punching Wang Ergou in the face. Wang Ergou's nose bled, and he slapped Xue Pan across the face in return. Zhang Kun crawled out from underground, grabbed the leg of a nearby person, and pulled him to the ground. The bald man punched the man in the floral shirt to the ground, and the man in the floral shirt got up and kicked the bald man in the stomach.

A dozen or so people were fighting, exchanging blows, until they were all bruised and blood was flying everywhere.

Nobody used any magic weapons; it was just punching and kicking, like street thugs fighting. They wrestled together, rolling on the ground, exchanging punches and kicks, fighting fiercely.

Cheng Mo and Xia He stood to the side, watching with great interest.

As Lü Ci watched the Quanxing members fighting amongst themselves, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. He turned to Cheng Mo and asked, "Cheng, can I go up and join in?"

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Cheng Mo looked at him amusedly: "What, Lao Lü, you're interested too?"

Lu Ci cracked his knuckles: "I've wanted to beat up the Quanxing people for a long time."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Go ahead, just don't kill them."

Lu Ci grinned and rushed into the crowd.

With a punch and a kick, the Quanxing members were sent flying like sandbags, rolling several times on the ground.

Lu Ci became more and more excited as he fought, and his punches and kicks became heavier and heavier. Several people were beaten so badly that their arms twisted several times and their legs were broken. They lay on the ground screaming in pain.

In less than ten minutes, all the members of Quanxing were lying on the ground, sprawled out, their faces bruised and swollen. Some had their arms twisted at strange angles, and some had their legs bent in the wrong direction.

Lu Ci stood in the middle of the crowd, clapped his hands, and exhaled: "Awesome."