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Chapter 191: Chapter 191: The Tragic Death of Golden Wheel Monk

This is an Actor: ?

Doujin Artist: Damn. Just... damn!

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Mouchou totally nailed it with that move! I almost pulled a muscle from how hard I laughed!

Soul Society’s Bad Guy: So this was the surprise Mouchou was talking about. Impressive!

Curly-haired Guy: Damn, that’s insane! I gotta give it to you, Mo Chou-chan. How did you even come up with that?

Amegakure Village’s Angel: Probably Mo Chou’s way of getting back at Anran-san. He always messes with her during livestreams.

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: I wasn’t trying to get back at him. I wouldn’t dare.

Even though she said that, a sly smile crept onto Li Mochou’s lips. With an invitation from Guo Jing and Huang Rong, she stepped into the private viewing box in front of the martial stage.

No doubt about it, watching from here was way better than back at the restaurant. She even had Lu Wushuang serving her tea.

Besides Lu Wushuang and the Guo couple, others in the box included Guo Fu, Wushuang’s cousin Cheng Ying, the Wu brothers Da Wu and Xiao Wu, and also Yang Guo. Even with all these people, the space still didn’t feel crowded.

But aside from Guo Jing, the other men were clearly giving Li Mochou unfriendly looks.

That’s because all the women there had their eyes on a certain handsome guy with the surname An — and the other men weren’t exactly happy about it.

Not long after sitting down, Huang Rong smiled and asked, ”Young Master An, a man as capable as you must already know the real purpose behind this martial arts tournament the court is holding, right?”

”It’s probably to deal with that so-called Scarlet Lotus Fairy,” Li Mochou answered casually while sipping her tea.

”That woman’s no fairy, she’s a damn demon!” Da Wu snapped. ”Cruel and murderous, someone like her deserves to die!”

”Yeah! She’s the reason our mom died!” Xiao Wu added.

”I’ve heard a bit about what happened to you two. I’m truly sorry,” Li Mochou replied calmly. ”Though I heard your mother died while trying to save your father. Is that true?”

”So what if it is?” Da Wu frowned.

Li Mochou smiled slightly. ”Your father was injured by my Ice Soul Silver Needles. But why, at that time, did he go to the Lu family estate?”

”Uh...” Da Wu and Xiao Wu exchanged awkward glances, their faces suddenly looking embarrassed.

Their dad had gone there because he couldn’t let go of He Huanjun, the girl he raised as a daughter, and didn’t want her to marry Lu Zhanyuan. He wanted to take her back.

The worst part? He didn’t plan to marry her off to someone else — he wanted her for himself. That was too shameful to say out loud, obviously.

”Well, besides dealing with the Scarlet Lotus Fairy, they’re also picking the next martial alliance leader,” Huang Rong quickly stepped in to smooth things over, pretending not to notice the awkwardness on their faces.

”The court’s ’appointed’ alliance leader?” Li Mochou smirked, clearly unimpressed.

So what is this — a martial leader, or just some government lapdog?

Maybe the old Li Mochou couldn’t see through it, but now she could see it all clearly.

Yeah, this guy was definitely not ordinary.

Huang Rong heard the sarcasm in her voice and frowned slightly.

She never believed the whole ”wandering martial artist” story anyway — that’s why she was testing her like this. The way this woman looked down on the court wasn’t an act. So who was she, really? Was that attitude just arrogance, or did she truly see the court as beneath her?

Question after question piled up in Huang Rong’s mind. Just then, loud, arrogant laughter rang out across the arena.

”HAHAHAHA! You think this Central Plains martial arts tournament means anything without me?!”

That inner strength... it was terrifying!

Even Guo Jing couldn’t help showing a bit of shock as he looked toward the stage.

There stood a tall, thin foreign monk in a yellow robe, looking like a walking bamboo pole. He held a five-colored golden wheel and had a cocky grin on his face.

*Boom! Boom!*

The second he stepped onto the stage, he sent the two fighters already there flying with just one punch and one kick. They landed below the stage, groaning in pain.

”I am the Mongol Imperial Teacher, Golden Wheel Monk!” the man said loudly, scanning the crowd.

”If none of you dare face me, then I’ll be taking the title of martial alliance leader!”

Doujin Artist: Whoa, even Golden Wheel Monk showed up?

Curly-haired Guy: He’s probably the strongest fighter in all of Return of the Condor Heroes... well, except for Mo Chou now.

Can’t argue with that.

In the original Return of the Condor Heroes, the Golden Wheel Monk fought the Five Greats without losing ground. Saying he was the top martial artist makes sense.

Pretty Boy from Skull Island: That was because he trained the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique to the never-before-seen eleventh level, right? He hasn’t reached that here, has he?

Amegakure Village’s Angel: I don’t know. With how much the story’s changed, anything’s possible.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of heavy bodies hitting the ground kept coming.

The martial artists under the stage obviously couldn’t let a Mongolian become their leader. One after another, they rushed up to fight. But they were honestly too weak—barely lasting more than a couple of moves before getting taken out.

Awooo.

Then suddenly, the roar of a dragon echoed across the stage.

An old man with gray hair and a tattered robe stepped forward. His palm strike carried terrifying force, like a crashing mountain, slamming toward the Golden Wheel Monk.

”This is the Dragon Subduing Palm?” The monk’s eyes sharpened, and a wide grin appeared on his face. ”Perfect!” He raised his right hand and punched straight out.

Boom.

The two streams of energy collided, sending powerful wind gusts everywhere.

The Golden Wheel Monk stood completely still. The old man stumbled back several steps, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

”Qigong!” Huang Rong cried out in worry. Guo Jing immediately leapt onto the stage and caught Hong Qigong.

Doujin Artist: Oh crap, even Hong Qigong can’t beat him?

Wig Guy: This version of the Golden Wheel Monk feels even stronger than he was later in the original story!

Machete Girl: If Hong Qigong couldn’t take his punch, Guo Jing probably can’t either.

Amegakure Village’s Angel: Looks like it’s time for Mochou to show up. Go! Let the name of Anran shake the whole martial world!

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Hold on, something’s off.

In the crowd, Li Mochou suddenly caught a glimpse of a few flickering red lights—very out of place.

Boom.

Before she could do anything, a loud explosion rang out like thunder.

The Golden Wheel Monk’s body froze. A huge hole had opened in his chest, and thick, dark blood started pouring out.

Thud.

Just moments after reaching the peak of his glory, the proud national teacher of Mongolia collapsed to the ground, dead with his eyes wide open.

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