The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

Xiu Yuan stopped and looked at the pile of obstacles that almost completely blocked the passage.

The survivors following him also stopped, despair on their faces. Even if a rescue team arrived, heavy equipment would be needed to clear a collapse of this magnitude.

Xiu Yuan simply raised his palm and pressed lightly on the pile of ruins.

No loud noise, no smoke or dust.

Those heavy blocks of reinforced concrete, like building blocks with the rewind button pressed, disintegrated silently, revealing the small space inside.

A middle-aged man was curled up in the corner, his hands clasped together, his eyes closed in prayer, his face covered with tears and dust.

He was wearing an ordinary suit, but now it was wrinkled and stained, obviously the devout believer from before.

Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes in horror. When he saw Xiu Yuan standing outside the ruins with a soft golden light emanating from his body, he froze.

He had seen that face from afar at a Buddhist ceremony in the temple, and had also visualized and thought about it countless times in his mind.

“Master…it’s you…it’s really you!”

The man's voice was trembling and he was incoherent with excitement. He struggled to get up, but he couldn't move because his leg was slightly injured.

Xiu Yuan's eyes fell on his injured leg and he snapped his fingers.

A barely perceptible ray of golden light sank into the man's leg. He felt a surge of warmth, and the initial tingling and numbness instantly vanished, as if he had never been injured.

"Let's go." Xiu Yuan said concisely.

"Yes Yes!"

The man rolled and crawled to his feet, stretched his legs and feet, and after confirming that he was fine, his eyes were filled with fanatical gratitude and admiration, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

He hurried after them and joined the group of survivors who were also in shock and awe.

Chapter 102: Pretend and run!

At the end of the dark and damp passage, the space suddenly opens up.

This is a secret stronghold of the Chaos Arena. The cold metal walls reflect the dim light, and the air is filled with engine oil, disinfectant, and a faint smell of blood.

Long's figure staggered out of the shadows. Her black combat uniform was covered in dust, and there were traces of dried blood on the torn edges. It was Ashaji's blood, mixed with some of her own.

Her face was pale and her breathing was a little rapid, but her eyes were still cold, without any trace of panic after being in embarrassment.

"Hey, isn't this our famous Lord Oboro? He's returned triumphantly?"

A voice with obvious sarcasm sounded.

Ingrid leaned against the metal wall, her arms folded across her chest, the huge sickle leaning against her side, flashing a cold light.

She looked Long up and down, a playful smile on her lips.

“I heard that this operation was so drastic that even the authorities were alarmed and they even staged a serious drill to cover it up.

But it seems that the results are not very fruitful. My people reported that few of the people you brought with you can still stand. "

Long ignored Ingrid's provocation and walked straight to a smooth metal wall.

She raised her hand and pressed somewhere on the wall. The wall lit up silently and turned into a huge 21-inch display screen.

Ingrid raised an eyebrow, took a few steps closer, and looked at the screen with interest.

"Let me see what has left our Lord Oboro so powerless that he can't even refute."

The screen began to play a picture, which was the surveillance video in the office building after Long left.

The scene was a bit chaotic at first, filled with explosions and energy beams, but soon the focus was on the figure in the moon-white monk robe that appeared out of thin air.

The smile on Ingrid's face gradually disappeared.

On the screen, Xiu Yuan faced the saturation attack of the Normad elite troops, but with a layer of golden light all over his body, he blocked all the lasers, bullets, and blades without any harm.

Ingrid's pupils shrank slightly when she saw his indestructible posture.

Then, an even more unbelievable scene appeared.

Several lifelike golden dragons flew out from Xiu Yuan's body, like tigers among a flock of sheep, tearing apart, burning, and purifying the remaining modified ninjas and mechanical spiders with ease. The entire process was astonishingly fast. The combat units that had consumed a vast amount of the organization's resources to transform were laughably fragile before those golden dragons.

"This is……"

Ingrid's voice was a little dry, and she subconsciously clenched the handle of the sickle.

She had never seen such a strange and powerful force.

Long watched silently until the scene finally stopped at Xiuyuan calmly healing Ashaji's wounds. She slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was only cold determination in her eyes.

She knew very well that if she had chosen to stay and fight, her fate would not be much better than those colleagues who were purified by the golden dragon.

The monk's power was completely beyond her comprehension.

Ingrid turned her head to look at Long, her tone complicated:

"Is this monk Xiuyuan?"

Long didn't answer, but just turned off the screen and turned to walk deeper into the stronghold.

Xiu Yuan brought the last survivor out from under the rubble and confirmed that everyone was safe.

He looked around; the mess in the office was in stark contrast to his pristine calm.

He nodded to Ashaji, who was still leaning against the wall to adjust her breathing and had a complicated expression on her face.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

Ashaji was stunned, and had not yet fully recovered from the miraculous healing and the devastating golden dragon.

"Leave it to me? What…"

Before he could finish his words, Xiuyuan had already clasped his hands together and took another step forward.

A golden lotus suddenly appeared under his feet, carrying him forward. His figure was already several meters away. With another step, the golden lotus flickered as he passed through the broken wall and hung in the air outside the building. His moon-white monk robe fluttered, as if he had never been stained by the smoke of gunpowder in this place.

He took one last look at the chaotic scene below, as if he was watching a farce that had nothing to do with him. Then, lotus flowers bloomed with every step he took, and after a few flashes, he disappeared into the sky, leaving only a few points of slowly dissipating golden light in the air.

"Hey! Wait! Master..."

Ashaji shouted subconsciously, but only saw an empty sky.

She stood there in a daze, looking at the scorch marks and molten metal left after the golden dragon's purification, and then looking at her own intact body. It felt like she had had a bizarre dream.

"leader?"

A surviving Taimanin soldier struggled to stand up, his voice hoarse from having survived a disaster.

Ashaji took a deep breath and suppressed her chaotic thoughts.

The dream was over, but the trouble had just begun. She shook her head, gripped the knife handle again, and her eyes regained their former sharpness.

"Count the number of people, check for injuries, take the survivors, and let's get out of here!"

"Yes!"

Ashaji was the first to walk out of the ruined office. The survivors followed her and her teammates in awe and gratitude, carefully avoiding the wreckage on the ground.

However, when they finally passed through the smoke-filled corridor and arrived at the main entrance of the building that had long been twisted and deformed, Ashaji truly understood what Xiuyuan meant by "I leave it to you."

"They're coming out! They're coming out!"

"Look! It's that female ninja!"

The blinding flash of light suddenly lit up like daylight, enveloping them. Countless microphones, recorders, and cell phone cameras reached out like hungry tentacles, completely blocking the exit.

The reporters were like sharks that had smelled blood. With excitement flashing in their eyes, they pushed and shouted, completely ignoring the officials with sullen faces who were trying to maintain order.

"Excuse me! Who was that monk standing on the lotus just now? Is he a god?"

"Madam! Do you know that Master? Is he here to save you?"

"Drill? Is this really a drill? What's going on with that golden dragon?!"

"Please tell me the name of that holy monk! Which temple is he from?"

The cameras and bullets were almost poking at Ashaji's face, and the questions came one after another, giving her a splitting headache.

She looked at the group of crazy reporters in front of her, then looked at the survivors behind her who were still in shock and couldn't open their eyes because of the flash lights, and the officials next to them whose faces were full of "this is screwed" words, and she felt powerless.

A male reporter wearing glasses and running the fastest almost stuffed the microphone into Ashaji's mouth, spitting all over her:

"Ma'am! Is that Master the secret weapon of your secret forces? Is he a cyborg or a person with special abilities? Is the official 963 hiding the existence of supernatural powers?!"

Veins popped up on Ashaji's forehead as she resisted the urge to chop the noisy guy in half with a knife.

She pushed the microphone in front of her face away and said coldly:

"No comment!"

But these four words were like adding fuel to the fire, making the reporters even more excited.

"No comment? That means you agree?!"

"The authorities do have secrets!"

"Ma'am, please explain clearly! The public has the right to know!"

"Is that golden dragon real? We captured it on video!"

Ashaji was dizzy from the noise. Looking at this group of excited media people, and then looking at the officials next to them whose faces were full of "find a way to fool this" words, she had only one thought in her mind:

Xiuyuan just left the mess to her and ran away!

An official came over and tried to control the situation:

"Members, please calm down! This is indeed a... uh... counter-terrorism operation involving the testing of special technologies. An official announcement will be made later..."

Before he could finish his words, he was drowned out by the reporters' questions.

"Special technology? Golden Dragon is a special technology?"

"Then monks are also skilled?"

"Don't try to lie! We all saw it!"

Asaji looked at the chaotic scene and felt her temples throbbing.

She would rather go back and fight with Long again than deal with this group of difficult reporters.

She took a deep breath, winked at the team members behind her, and prepared to break out by force.

Whoever wants to clean up this mess can do so!

Chapter 103: Chengjiang personally teaches his daughter how to serve!

Xiuyuan's figure disappeared into the sky, leaving the whole city in uproar and a mess.

The Internet, the information superhighway, began to boil almost the moment Xiuyuan appeared stepping on the golden lotus.

Secretly filmed videos and blurry photos from various angles spread like a virus, with each headline more horrifying than the last:

"The Lotus Monk descends upon Tokyo!"

"The strongest divine monk in a thousand years, the incarnation of Bishamonten, the God Xiuyuan!"

.......

At first, people were skeptical, thinking it was a viral marketing operation by a movie company or a prank by a busybody.

But as more and more videos from different angles and different equipment were released, especially as the survivors inside the building, with fear and awe of surviving the disaster, intermittently recounted the story of how the golden light protected their bodies and the dragon destroyed the enemy, the balance of public opinion began to tilt.

Xiao Rizi's response was a PR disaster.

First, the signals of several live broadcast platforms were urgently cut off, and then major portals and social media began to frantically delete related videos and posts, moving as fast as putting out a wildfire on the grassland.

Immediately afterwards, a carefully worded but guilty announcement was released, claiming that it was a special anti-terrorism exercise using the "latest holographic projection and directional sound wave technology" to test new technologies and deter potential threats, and asked citizens not to believe in rumors or spread them.

This announcement was like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling oil pan, causing it to explode instantly.

"The latest technology? That's a lie! Even my grandmother can tell that the golden light is real!"

"Can the projector block bullets and lasers? And can it heal injuries from a distance? Has your projector become a spirit?"

"Directional sound waves? That mantra calmed my heart and nearly converted me on the spot. And you're telling me it's just noise?"

"Delete! Keep deleting! The more you delete, the more it shows you have something to hide! We've saved them all!"

"Please give me the Dharma name, Master! I want to go burn incense!"