Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

“This humble monk never lies.” Long Yan’s tone was calm, yet filled with an undeniable authority.

Charlie Cao's mind raced. He had expected this to be a difficult negotiation, and he had even prepared dozens of arguments to deal with Long Yan's possible resistance, delays, or bargaining.

But he never dreamed that the other party would propose such an arrogant and almost suicidal condition!

This is completely unpredictable!

But he quickly realized. Arrogance? No, this wasn't arrogance; it was absolute, deep-seated...confidence!

He knew he could no longer persuade him. He could only bow deeply to Long Yan, and then, almost tumbling and crawling, he ran down the mountain.

He wanted to immediately report this earth-shattering news to the group of "big shots" down the mountain.

Watching Charlie Cao's disheveled figure as he left, Uncle Da said worriedly, "Boss, isn't what you did too risky? Those guys outnumber us and none of them are easy to deal with!"

“Yes, Great Monk.” Zhang Ling also frowned. “I know you’re very good at fighting. But, even ants can kill an elephant. There are definitely a few old monsters among them who have been living for hundreds of years and are holding back their secret weapons. You can’t handle them all by yourself.”

Long Yan shook his head.

He looked down the mountain at the dozens of black cars representing different factions, his gaze becoming distant and profound.

"You don't understand."

"What they want is 'rules.' They want to divide up my interests at the negotiating table with minimal cost."

"And what I need to do is completely... shatter their 'rules'!"

"Only by using the most overwhelming and unreasonable force to strike them all hard, frighten them, and make them understand that on Hong Kong's territory, I set all the 'rules.' Only then can this turmoil be truly and thoroughly quelled."

"This is called 'stopping war with war'."

After hearing these words, Zhang Ling and Master Zhihui exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shock and enlightenment in each other's eyes.

They get it.

Long Yan's wisdom far surpasses theirs. He may seem to have chosen the most reckless and dangerous path, but in reality, it was the optimal solution that revealed the essence of the problem!

……

Three days later, Wan Chai, Convention and Exhibition Centre.

Tonight, this most modern and iconic building in Hong Kong is completely shrouded in an invisible, enormous barrier.

The "International Hearing on Paranormal Affairs" is being held here.

Or rather, a decisive battle that will determine the future landscape of Hong Kong, and even the entire Asian "underworld," is about to unfold here!

The largest exhibition hall in the convention center has been emptied of all its furnishings.

Hundreds of representatives from dark forces around the world surrounded the entire venue, forming a huge, circular arena.

The atmosphere was oppressive, yet brimming with explosive tension.

Tsuchimikado Ryuko, Amaterasu Miko, Yagyu Jubei, the Thai sorcerer Naimi, the vampire elder of the Demon Banquet Alliance, the "observer" priest sent by the Vatican... all the important figures were present.

Their faces all wore a complex expression that mixed contempt, greed, and a hint of unease.

Even now, they still find it somewhat unreal.

That monk actually dared to come.

Moreover, he came alone.

Just then, the main entrance of the convention center was slowly pushed open.

A solitary figure, against the light, walked in step by step...

It was Long Yan.

He was still wearing a simple gray monk's robe and a pair of cloth shoes.

Alone, facing... the malice of the whole world.

He looked around at the strangely shaped "jury" members, each exuding an aura of evil, his eyes calm as still water.

Finally, his gaze fell upon Tsuchimikado Ryūkō, who sat in the main seat.

"This humble monk has come at your invitation."

His voice, though not loud, was clear and resonated in everyone's ears.

Tsuchimikado Ryuko stood up, smiled elegantly at Ryuyan, and gently twirled the red umbrella in her hand.

"Master Longyan has courage. I admire him."

"Since you, Master, have chosen the most 'direct' way to resolve this issue, then, according to the ancient rules of dueling, we should also give you the highest respect."

He said, clapping his hands.

Four incredibly powerful figures slowly emerged from the crowd and stood in the center of the arena.

Indeed, it is Amaterasu, the chief priestess of Japan!

Grandmaster of swordsmanship, Yagyu Jubei!

Noh theater master, Kanze Masamune!

And, Nai Mi, Thailand's number one sorcerer!

Tsuchimikado Ryuko smiled and said, "These four are the representatives of our Eastern cultivation world. Master Longyan, as long as you can withstand the combined attack of these four for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you will survive."

"Then we acknowledge that you are qualified to be on equal footing with us."

This is the first "appetizer" they came up with!

They intend to use the combined strength of four top experts to test Long Yan's abilities and deplete his power!

Their intentions are extremely sinister!

Any one of these four is a top-tier expert capable of wreaking havoc in a region.

Long Yan's face remained completely expressionless.

He simply moved his wrist slightly.

Then, facing them calmly, he held up one finger.

Chapter 171: With a single move, Long Yan defeated three top experts!

Long Yan's casual yet provocative finger-hooking gesture instantly ignited the atmosphere in the entire venue.

That wasn't just contempt for the four top experts before them; it was an open declaration of war against all the forces and "big shots" present!

"idiot!"

The most hot-tempered swordsman, Yagyu Jubei, was the first to lose his temper! He roared, and the ancient samurai sword at his waist was suddenly drawn!

Zheng——!

A dazzling blade of light, seemingly capable of freezing one's soul, flashed through the air!

Yagyu Jubei's figure moved like a ghost, instantly covering dozens of meters and appearing before Long Yan. The sword in his hand transformed into a streak of light, slashing straight at Long Yan's head!

This strike was incredibly fast and incredibly ruthless! It contained not only a sharp blade, but also the unparalleled sword intent that he had painstakingly cultivated throughout his life!

Where the sword's intent points, even gods and Buddhas cannot withstand it!

Faced with this earth-shattering strike, Long Yan's reaction was extremely simple.

He neither dodged nor avoided.

But slowly, he raised his right hand.

With his two fingers—index and middle fingers—he gently pinched the incoming blade.

"He's gone mad?!"

Upon seeing this scene, everyone watching gasped in shock.

That's Yagyu Jubei's "Ichimonji-zan"! It's the signature move that made him famous! It can cut through flesh and blood, and even a 10-centimeter-thick steel plate in two with a single stroke!

This monk actually tried to pinch it with his fingers?!

Everyone thought that the next second would be a bloody scene of Long Yan's fingers and his arm being cleanly severed.

However, what happened next almost made their eyes pop out of their sockets!

Ding--!

A crisp sound, like metal clashing, rang out.

Long Yan's two fingers accurately caught the gleaming blade!

Yagyu Jubei's earth-shattering slash, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, came to an abrupt end less than three inches from Long Yan's brow!

The blade was firmly and tightly gripped by those two not-so-thick, pale fingers! No matter how much Yagyu Jubei exerted his strength, he couldn't move it forward an inch!

"This...how is this possible?!" For the first time, a look of utter horror appeared on Yagyu Jubei's face.

He felt as if he had struck not a human finger, but an... an unshakeable ancient divine mountain!

"Your knife is too slow."

Long Yan looked at him and said calmly.

Then, he tightened his grip on the blade with his two fingers!

Click——!

A crisp sound!

That famous sword, forged from tamahagane steel through countless hammerings and passed down through the Yagyu family for hundreds of years, broke in two like a fragile biscuit!

Broken sword!

To catch a blade barehanded, to sever a famous sword with two fingers!

This incredible and unbelievable scene completely shattered Yagyu Jubei's pride and fighting spirit!

Long Yan gave him no chance to react. At the same time as breaking the sword, he turned his other hand from palm to fist, seemingly slow but actually as fast as lightning, and gently pressed it against Yagyu Jubei's chest.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

Yagyu Jubei's body was struck as if by lightning, and he flew backward, spitting out blood that stained his chest with a shocking red.