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Chapter 101 The World Shocks, the Invincible Martial Artist

"Then, the great hero Lin roared, 'You scoundrel, prepare to die!' With a single strike of his hammer, the wind whipped and clouds swirled, the sun and moon lost their light, windowpanes rattled loudly on the long street, and the hearts of the people in Anding City pounded. They saw the old scoundrel, the Tibetan monk, wielding a blood-stained blade with incredible skill, unleashing hundreds of swift, devastating blows in the blink of an eye, yet he couldn't even budge Lin's weapon."

"Oh? What kind of weapon is so powerful?"

"That weapon was none other than a pair of shackles connected to a huge iron ball. Because Hero Lin wanted to kill the evil monk, it was truly a benevolent act that brought salvation to all. As a result, countless slaves he rescued worshipped him day and night. Just imagine how much power that must have taken to transform what was originally a pair of rotten iron shackles into a weapon that ranks among the top on the Divine Martial Ranking!"

"Wow! That makes sense."

"That's right, Master Lin's divine strength is renowned throughout the martial world. With a single blow of his hammer, that foreign monk couldn't block it, had nowhere to escape, and immediately cried out, 'My life is over!' before scattering into a cloud of blood and gore. Ah! Ladies and gentlemen, we brothers may sometimes exaggerate, but this statement is entirely true. As everyone knows, Master Lin had three great passions in his life."

"What are your three hobbies? This is the first time I've heard of this. Can you tell everyone?"

"The first is the dissipation of wealth. You all don't know this, but you all know about the natural disaster in Shuanghe Prefecture. Recently, the doctors from the Valley of Immortality have all gone there to treat the sick and cure the plague. They are all greedy for money. They are known as 'a thousand taels of silver is a curse for the King of Hell, and a penny is a death sentence.' These unethical fellows went to Shuanghe Prefecture to provide disaster relief, and it was all because of the money given to them by Hero Lin."

"That's a good hobby. I'll sing a couple of Lianhualuo when I see Master Lin sometime and ask for some money. What's your second hobby?"

"The second is saving lives. You may only hear about Lin Juxia killing people, but you don't know how many people he has saved since he started his career. Wherever he went, he helped those who lacked food and clothing, rescued countless men and women kidnapped by bandits and thieves, and reclaimed the land and children of those whose land was seized and whose children were sold by bandits and tyrants. Now that he has arrived in the western wilderness, he cannot bear to see the common people being exploited by Tibetan monks and tyrants, so he has removed their shackles and restored their freedom. That day in Anding City, the streets were filled with people calling out 'Jinzhu Mami'."

What is Golden Pearl Mami?

"This is the local dialect of the snowy region, meaning the one who cuts off the shackles. In that city, the great hero Lin rescued all the serfs, and they were all overjoyed. They called the great hero Lin Jinzhu Mami, the female knight-errant Jixiang Bodhisattva, and the female knight-errant Fang Yaoshi Bodhisattva."

These unfortunate people, now freed, have all sworn to follow Master Lin. Now they are a vast and mighty force, stretching as far as the eye can see!

"That's impressive! It seems Lin Juxia is quite the general. What's your third hobby?"

"The third is mincing flesh, which is murder!"

"Hiss, that sounds terrifying. Why is killing someone called 'beating into mincemeat'?"

"The number of people Lin the Great Hero killed may not be less than the number of people he saved. How astonishing was his strength? He could kill anyone who grazed him, break any tendons, and leave no one alive after he wielded his meteor hammer. Wasn't the former Demonic Sect King Mo Weiren beaten to a pulp in the mass grave outside the city? He killed even more in the Western Desolate Region. The blood in Anding City was like a river. One demonic monk after another, one tyrant after another, along with those pigs and dogs who aided and abetted the evil, none could escape Lin the Great Hero's divine palm. They died one by one as soon as they came, and he killed them all in one group. He killed so many people that it was said that the blood washed away the merchants' stalls."

"He both saves and kills; Lin Juxia's character is truly upright and straightforward—it's intimidating!"

"That's right. Hero Lin has a piece of advice for all the heroes of the world: this time, he's going to uproot the Western Demonic Sect and chop off that damned Dharma King's head. What a great merit, what a righteous act! Gentlemen, don't miss this grand event; you might only have this once in your life. If we weren't ignorant of martial arts, we'd rush over to cheer on Hero Lin even if it were raining knives, wouldn't we?"

"That's absolutely right."

In Pingchuan City, at the Siliuchun Restaurant, the same two Beggar Clan disciples, one fat and one thin, were still telling stories, recounting the most eye-catching and illustrious feats in the martial arts world today.

The spectators in the restaurant listened intently, cheering and applauding at every exciting part.

The storytelling, the gossip, and the gatherings of elders and leaders from various sects all revolved around Lin Zhuo's astonishing journey in the remote western regions.

The Demonic Cult was a sworn enemy that everyone in the Central Plains martial arts world feared. Many people grew up hearing stories of the Demonic Cult and were so frightened that they dared not scream. When they grew up and learned about the ways of these people, anyone with a kind heart would hate them even more.

Now, this notorious cancer is being brutally beaten to the ground by an unparalleled martial artist from the Central Plains. Hearing this makes one's fatigue disappear, leaving one feeling relaxed and happy, and even inspiring a passionate and excited heart.

Someone in the world dares to oppose a million strong in the Desolate Realm, and will single-handedly defeat the entire Demonic Sect. For the masses, this is probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness such a feat. This martial world has never lacked those who love excitement, nor those with a burning passion.

Thus, the trade route to the remote region became bustling with carriages and horses, most of whom were people from the martial arts world, such as gossips, knights-errant, and bandits who planned to make a fortune in the chaos. There were also many ordinary people who followed the caravan, unwilling to miss the opportunity to witness Lin Juxia's slaying of demons and evil even though their lives were uncertain.

After the news spread throughout the north and south, the various factions reacted differently. More than ten major factions admired Lin Zhuo's great achievements and followed his example, each sending an elite force to provide support.

The attire of these sects, once awe-inspiring to the common people, is now a common sight on the trade routes of the Western Regions. They move about in high places, greeting each other, and forming groups based on their personal relationships, working hand in hand to create a formidable spectacle.

As time passed, countless carrier hawks patrolled the skies between the Western Regions and the Central Plains, like dark clouds obscuring the sky. Never before had news been exchanged between the two places so frequently. Battle reports from the front lines arrived three times a day, detailing where Lin Zhuo's troops had advanced, which enemies they had engaged in battle, which monasteries they had leveled, and which cities they had pacified.

From the day he stepped into Anding City, the peaceful days were gone forever.

The sheer size of the Demonic Cult's power, revealed through continuous sieges and assassinations, allowed the Central Plains martial arts world to catch a glimpse of its might. Countless grandmasters and great masters, who had spent their lives in obscurity, were hidden in the ancient temples and monasteries. They all followed the Dharma King's command to go and kill the enemies of Buddhism.

But for these Tibetan monks, only death awaited them.

Even though they had greatly overestimated this martial artist from the east, regarding him as a peerless powerhouse on par with the Dharma King, they still underestimated him.

A fully-fledged "Hidden Dragon Pot" possesses twenty layers of hidden dragon energy; in this martial world, no one can withstand it.

A truly invincible martial artist.

It would drive any expert to despair upon witnessing it firsthand.

The only hope is to use countless soldiers and a large number of powerful warriors to besiege him and gradually wear him down, just like the once invincible Demon-Slaying Red Lord. There is no other way.

It was precisely because he had tested this person's martial arts skills that the proud and noble contemporary Dharma King Zanfeng Licheng hesitated to personally intervene to resolve this great calamity.

Lin Zhuo's march was not fast. Because the group was large, the route was very clear. They advanced from Anding City, dismantling temples and breaking through cities as they went. It was like snow rolling down a mountain, constantly accumulating strength, or like a powerful crossbow arrow, its sharp point aimed directly at the main sect of the Demonic Sect, the Righteous Dharma Holy Palace, on the southern slope of the Holy Mountain.

The whole world knows that his grand gesture will inevitably attract all the masters of the Demonic Sect, and his rampage against the powerful will inevitably draw in armies from all over the world to attack.

But all the slaves and warriors who followed Lin Zhuo, as long as they silently gazed at his figure, would be filled with boundless courage, believing that he would lead them to a victorious future. The Grandmaster of the Central Plains, the Great Bodhisattva of Golden Pearl Mami in the Snow Region, he would surely win.

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