Water Margin: My 108 Heroes Come from All Heavens

What happened to the promise that he couldn't withstand the second blow?

It seems even the strongest person in Japan likes to brag.

"County Magistrate Liang..."

Grandmother Jia, who was on his back, spoke tremblingly.

"Please don't speak, save your energy."

"No, what I meant was... you're going the wrong way. The gate to Bao'en Temple is over there."

Liang Shan rolled his eyes.

The road down the mountain is blocked; running towards Bao'en Temple is practically suicide!

Now the entire Bao'en Temple.

The safest place is the library.

"Master, help me!"

He spotted the direction of the library and started running again at full speed.

……

forecourt.

The terrifying battle continues.

"puff--"

Lin Daiyu and Zijuan knelt on the ground, their clothes completely stained with blood.

"You have every reason to be proud that you could withstand seven of my God of Slaughter's Blade strikes."

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami slowly sheathed his sword, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

He had thought...

One strike is enough to end the battle.

but……

Every time Lin Daiyu collapsed, she would cough up blood twice with her handkerchief, and then stubbornly stand up again.

"This time, my God of Slaughter slashed your handkerchief to shreds! Let's see how you recover!"

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami sneered.

"Miss, I have a handkerchief here."

Zijuan struggled to sit up and pulled a handkerchief from her bosom.

"???"

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's eyes widened.

"Cough cough."

Lin Daiyu took the handkerchief and coughed a few times in a delicate manner.

then……

His injuries had miraculously healed by more than half, and he was able to stand up again.

"A single strike slays the god of death!"

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami roared angrily, his voice no longer as composed as before.

"boom!"

Lin Daiyu held a silver spear, and the spear's energy transformed into a blue dragon.

Breaking through the swirling snow.

A head-on clash with the God of Slaughter's One-Sword Slash.

"puff--"

Lin Daiyu was sent flying backwards and fell onto the snow again.

He looked listless and dispirited.

The handkerchief in her hand shattered into pieces once again under the sweeping force of the terrifying blade intent.

"Miss, I'm out of handkerchiefs."

Zijuan gave a bitter smile.

"it's useless."

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami looked down at the two men and sneered, "I don't know what kind of evil magic you've practiced to be able to heal your injuries in such a bizarre way, but a grandmaster is still just a grandmaster!"

"Let's end it here."

He held a katana, and his sword intent suddenly surged to its peak.

Lin Daiyu closed her eyes in despair.

"Don't you dare hurt my wife!"

Just then, a heavy breathing sound reached the battlefield.

"Miss, look!"

Zijuan looked ahead with delight.

Lin Daiyu opened her eyes and saw Liang Shan return, carrying an old monk on his back.

"Why is he back?"

Lin Daiyu's heart tightened, and she subconsciously ignored the word "wife".

"Are there even groups coming here to die?"

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami turned around, his gaze cold and piercing.

"Benefactor, I have already said that I do not know martial arts, why do you insist on bringing me here by kidnapping?"

Monk Zhizhen was speechless.

He was quietly copying scriptures in the library.

result……

Liang Shan carried Grandmother Jia on his back, followed by a large group of women, and they tumbled and crawled into the Sutra Pavilion.

After settling everyone in.

She then pulled him towards the front yard.

He resisted fiercely during this time.

They refused to comply even to the death.

But ultimately, they were no match for the youth and strength of Liangshan, and were forcibly carried on his shoulders.

"It seems you really don't know martial arts."

Liang Shan put the monk Zhizhen down and sighed, "However... it's better for two people to die than for me to die alone."

"???"

Ji-jin's forehead was covered with black lines.

Check it out.

Is this even human language?

"In the fourth year of Shaoxing, he won the first place in the Song Dynasty at the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament."

Just then, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami suddenly spoke up: "In the eighth year of Shaoxing, we defeated the Japanese heavy artilleryman Rairyu."

"Then for three consecutive years, he defeated all the martial arts masters in Japan, leaving Japanese martial arts breathless."

Upon hearing this...

Liang Shan was taken aback for a moment, only to find that Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's gaze was fixed on the monk Zhizhen.

"The ancient boxing style of the Song Dynasty is known as the nemesis of Japanese martial arts. Its nickname is 'Devil Muscle Man.' I never expected it to be hidden in this small temple."

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

"What the hell?"

Liang Shan felt his head buzzing, as if something had interfered with his mind.

"Unfortunately, he disappeared after my master broke his leg in the twelfth year of Shaoxing."

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami sneered as he revealed the truth about Tomoma's limp.

"Resign from the martial arts world and give up on yourself."

Zhizhen limped forward, muttering to herself, "I entered the Buddhist order, living in a daze for thirty years..."

"Rip—"

Sudden.

He tore open the cassock.

Beneath the robe, one could see a muscular physique.

His chest muscles were bulging like iron, his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, and his body was extremely strong, not at all like a sixty-year-old man.

Holy crap!

Liang Shan gasped in shock.

Is it...

"This humble monk did not wish to reveal his identity."

Zhizhen sighed and said helplessly, "But you insisted on carrying me here, and now look what happened, people have recognized me."

talking.

His aura suddenly surged.

He exuded a Grandmaster aura that was no weaker than that of Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami.

"This humble monk is puzzled. How did you determine that this humble monk knows martial arts?"

He turned around and looked at Liangshan with a puzzled expression.

"Well……"

Liang Shan scratched his head.

He didn't figure it out at all; it was just pure luck.

"Grandmaster?!"

Upon seeing this, Zijuan was overjoyed: "That's wonderful! It's a Grandmaster! We're saved!"

"Grandmaster?"

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami stared at Tomoshin, utterly disdainful, and said, "You're a cripple now, and you're quite old. If you know what's good for you, get out of my way, and I'll spare your life."

Thirty years ago.

"I can suppress your Japanese martial arts."

Zhizhen clasped his hands together and said calmly, "Thirty years from now, I will still be able to suppress the swordsmanship of your Yagyu family!"

"Yeah?"

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami squinted, his aura surging, which stirred up a blizzard that howled across the sky.

"A single strike slays the god of death!"

The wind and snow obscured the sky and the sun.

Blades flashed from the wind and snow, exuding a terrifying aura of ferocity and killing intent.

"boom!"

Monk Zhizhen struck out with his palm.

The palm strike, accompanied by a flurry of snow, clashed with Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's sword light.

A surge of air.

Tiles on the courtyard wall started falling down with a clatter.

Liang Shan was pushed back several steps by the shockwave and landed hard in the snow.

"Master, you still say you don't know martial arts!"

He looked excitedly at the battlefield ahead, his eyes shining brightly.

Wait until the battle is over.

He insisted that Zhizhen teach him a couple of kung fu moves.

This is much more reliable than the rewards from the dog system.

"Liang, the county magistrate."

"Battles between Grandmaster-level experts are extremely terrifying; do not get too close."

Lin Daiyu's weak voice came through.

Liang Shan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lin Daiyu sitting against the wall, her face as pale as paper and blood still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

He was listless and dispirited.

"How about we wipe it off?"

He couldn't bear it, so he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over.