The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 36 The Evil Man of the Grasslands

The small restaurant was still barely making ends meet. Old Li and his friends, having nothing better to do, were playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) and sticking stickers on their faces, their faces a mess. When they saw Zhou Fengchen come to work, they quickly grabbed him and bombarded him with questions, "Who are those girls from yesterday to you? They seemed quite friendly..."

"You call her your sister? Hmph, what sister does a country bumpkin like you have? She's your little lover, I never knew she was such a romantic!" The proprietress rolled her eyes sourly.

Zhou Fengchen ignored them and went into the kitchen to chop two baskets of cabbages first.

After getting off work that evening, he rushed back to his rented room to see what Monk Yuanzhi was doing, but he wasn't there and the room was a mess.

Fruit peels and takeout boxes were scattered all over the floor. The most outrageous thing was that a pair of underwear was hanging on the memorial tablet of Zhou Daoxing in the shrine. It was wet and looked like it had just been hung up not long ago.

"You son of a bitch!"

Zhou Fengchen was so angry that he cursed loudly, threw his briefs on the ground, stomped on them a few times, and then sat on the sofa with gritted teeth, waiting for Monk Yuanzhi to return, thinking to himself that he had to beat him up.

He waited and waited but no one came, and he didn't know where the guy had gone. So he simply took his father's memorial tablet with him and went out to return to the martial arts school.

A light drizzle began to fall outside, and the wind was a bit chilly. When Zhou Fengchen arrived at the martial arts school, he found the gate tightly closed and there was hardly anyone talking in the courtyard.

He found it strange. Did he not intend to acknowledge me anymore? Was he locking me out?

He circled the courtyard, wondering whether he should leave, when he suddenly heard a scream coming from deep within the courtyard. The scream didn't sound like a martial arts duel, so he was startled. He pushed off with his feet and leaped into the courtyard. He glanced around and saw a bright light shining in a corner at the back of the courtyard, with figures moving and screams coming from all directions. He wondered what had happened.

……

At this moment, a group of students had collapsed in the corner of the courtyard, each clutching their heads and screaming in agony. Next to them, Chen Siya's family of three and two old men were struggling, but they couldn't move, as if they were restrained by something. Meanwhile, Old Chen in the middle was sparring with a long-haired young man.

The long-haired youth had a sinister expression and made ruthless moves, each one drawing blood. Old Chen was covered in blood and barely managed to hold on, his life hanging by a thread.

At that moment, the long-haired youth leaped up, his hand forming a claw as he aimed straight for Old Chen's crown, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Die!"

"grandfather!"

"dad!"

"Senior Brother/Grandmaster!"

A group of people screamed in shock. The long-haired youth's kung fu was terrifying. They could foresee that Old Chen was doomed!

Even Old Chen himself gave a bitter smile and closed his eyes in resignation.

But just then, a voice came from somewhere: "Wu Ba, One-Finger Divine Skill!"

Snapped!

A crisp clapping sound rang out, and when everyone looked back at the scene, they saw the terrifying long-haired youth stagger back five or six steps, while there was another person in front of Old Chen, dressed in leather and standing ramrod straight.

In the misty rain, everyone was stunned, as if time had stood still.

After a long while, Chen Siya finally broke down in tears, choking out, "Brother!"

Zhou Fengchen stared intently at the long-haired youth opposite him. He recognized him; he was the same evil man who raised ghost children that he had encountered when he and the proprietress went to the cemetery to exterminate ghosts last time.

The man recognized him too, and said with a sneer, "It's you?"

Zhou Fengchen ignored him, turned to the brat hugging Chen Siya and the other four, and said, "Get lost!"

The five little devils were somewhat frightened. They trembled, let go of their grip, and ran towards the long-haired youth.

Zhou Fengchen helped Old Chen to the side before asking, "What happened?"

Old Chen smiled wryly and said, "He's here for revenge!"

"revenge?"

"That's right!" The long-haired youth shook his hand, which had been poked by Zhou Fengchen, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "I am Doromo of the Shamanic sect. I have come today to avenge our ancestral feud, so he must die!"

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I think it's you who should be dying, isn't it?"

The long-haired youth, Doromo, frowned: "What? Are you going to meddle in other people's business?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head: "It's not that I'm meddling, this old man is my grandfather, so... whatever the grudge, I'll bear it!"

"Excellent!" Doromo stepped back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "This is more interesting. Come on!"

With that, he waved his hand, and a "ghost sedan chair" appeared before him. He stepped onto it, and the five little ghosts carried him on one side, slowly raising it up before it flew away into the distance in a flash.

"ah--"

The people at the martial arts school were all astonished. In their eyes, Doromo was floating in the air. This was beyond the scope of human martial arts!

"Son!" Chen's mother quickly grabbed Zhou Fengchen, her face pale, and choked with sobs, saying, "This man knows sorcery, let's not fight him, let's call the police, sob sob..."

"Actually, your son also knows magic."

Zhou Fengchen smiled, placed his father Zhou Daoxing's memorial tablet into her hands, formed hand seals, and chanted, "Xuanba, Wind Shadow Escape!"

call out!

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and Zhou Fengchen's body suddenly became indistinct. Then, a black shadow appeared ten meters away in the blink of an eye and disappeared in another flash.

"suck--"

Almost everyone gasped in shock. What had happened today was far beyond their comprehension and shattered their worldview. The long-haired youth and Zhou Fengchen were both terrifying monsters!

……

Doromo rode in a palanquin carried by five ghosts, which gleamed with a greenish light, and sped off towards the outskirts of the city.

Zhou Fengchen used his mystical arts, his figure blurring as he followed closely behind.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a desolate wilderness. Doromo turned around, gave a wicked laugh, and disappeared in a flash.

Zhou Fengchen stopped his practice and slowly walked forward, looking around. He sneered, "Didn't we agree to take revenge? What's the point of hiding like this?"

"Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—The Five Elements and Their Directions—"

A scream came from not far away, and in a flash, five little ghosts suddenly appeared, striking strange poses, baring their teeth, and a chilling wind blew towards them.

"Martial Arts Seven, Dislocation and Tendon Separation Stance!"

Without a second thought, Zhou Fengchen twisted his foot and charged at the five little devils, instantly engaging them in a fierce battle.

Doromo used some kind of evil ghost-controlling technique, and these five little ghosts were all at the level of first-rate masters. The more Zhou Fengchen fought, the more uncomfortable he felt. He thought to himself that ordinary martial arts probably wouldn't work, so he quickly jumped out of the encirclement, formed hand seals, and pushed hard: "Xuan Si, the Dislike Skill! Go!"

A huge wave of energy, shaped like the character "厌" (yàn, meaning disgust or aversion), suddenly appeared and instantly enveloped the five little ghosts. Like a bubble exploding, the five little ghosts were thrown to the ground, screaming in agony.

"die!"

Zhou Fengchen leaped up, his palm slapping horizontally, about to finish them off, when Doromo suddenly sprang over, opening and closing his umbrella, collecting the little devils, and then kicked them.

Zhou Fengchen remained calm and unhurried, blocking three times with his right hand and deflecting one of Doromo's kicks. Unexpectedly, Doromo turned his body and kicked out with his other foot again, the wind whistling and the kick was incredibly powerful.

"You've got some skills!" Zhou Fengchen took a step back, then leaped into the air, unleashing a flying kick, "Wu Wu, Shadow Splitting Kick!"

Leg to leg!

Snapped!

Zhou Fengchen landed lightly, while Doromo stumbled and fell face-first to the ground. He quickly rolled away, cursing as he ran, "Damn it, he's a monster! One-Finger Divine Skill, Bone-Dislocating Tendon-Splitting Style, Shadow-Splitting Leg! These are all secret techniques passed down by various ancient martial arts sects. Where did you learn them from?"

"None of your business!"

Zhou Fengchen spat and then chased after him.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The two ran and chased each other. Then Doromo, who was in front, came to a mound and suddenly sat down without any fear.

Zhou Fengchen dared not be presumptuous and stopped, puzzled.

Doromo was seen shaking his head and muttering to himself, as if performing some kind of ritual.

Zhou Fengchen patted the raindrops off his body, feeling very curious. He wondered if this "hairy monster" was just trying to scare him.

At this moment, Doromo asked with a strange expression, "What is your surname, sir?"

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback: "Zhou Fengchen, what's wrong?"

Doromo grinned wickedly: "The Five Families and Seven Schools, the Witch Frontier, the Grasslands—among the younger generation, I'm ranked twelfth. If you can withstand my attack, then the Mystic Arts Ranking of the Hundred-Known Monk of the Martial World should probably be revised!"

Zhou Fengchen squatted down, grabbed a handful of mud, and started throwing it at him: "Screw you! Do you think this is a movie? I'll smash you to death, you son of a bitch, for spouting such nonsense!"

Doromo, his face covered in mud, grinned even more broadly and pointed with one hand: "Zhou Fengchen!"

"Why are you calling me grandpa?"

Zhou Fengchen answered subconsciously, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a pain between his eyebrows. Suddenly, the soil in front of Doromo was lifted up, and a huge creature emerged.

The monster was five or six meters tall, with bronze-colored muscles covered in red hair. Its gaping maw spewed out stench, and it held a huge bone knife, pointing it at Zhou Fengchen's brow.

Doromo chanted incantations rapidly, sounding like Mongolian, before finally uttering a single Chinese syllable: "Shaman Greatsword General—"

"roar!"

The monster let out a strange cry, kicked off with its foot, and rushed towards them, bringing with it heavy rain and a stench!