Martial Hero Rebirth

If it weren't for the knowledge of the future from the past world and the help of the game system, Lin Yi almost certainly would have lost to Shaolin.

So the Abbot was not at all as stupid and incompetent as he said. On the contrary, he is one of the most outstanding people of this era.

Therefore, one should not underestimate him.

However, Lin Yi had long been of the opinion that one should not underestimate any opponent, let alone the strongest person in the world, not counting himself. In his previous life as a player, he could be resurrected again and again; now that the game has become a reality, there will be no second attempt.

Yes, he didn’t need her. The Abbot of Shaolin will die today.

“Eh,” sighed the Abbot.

Lin Yi did not change in any way either in his face or in his posture..

He did not look like the ambitious youth who entered the world of fisting a little over ten years ago.

On the contrary, he rather resembled an old monster who had survived decades of wars and fights. If he didn’t know how old Lin Yi is, and hadn’t confirmed from all sources that this youth was really born less than thirty years ago, he would have thought that this was an immortal demon..

The conversations did not weaken his vigilance at all; all that remained was to fight. He curled his fingers into claws and shouted:

“Fight to the death, Sword God! Since this battle is inevitable, let's fight!”

“The existence of the Five Mountain Swords depends on my success today,” Lin Yi smiled. “There was no room for conversation from the very beginning.”

The Abbot of Shaolin frowned. They both fought for one goal - the unification of the fist world under one hand. So someone will have to lose both arms today.

If Lin Yi does not kill him today, then Shaolin will rise from the ashes, sooner or later. Then, once the demons are dealt with, a war will begin between them and the Five Mountain Swords. Emei, Qingcheng, and Mount Wudang, almost unscathed in the war, will take advantage of this to finish off the winner.

So everything must be decided now.

The Abbot of Shaolin also understood this and was even a little happy about the opportunity to fight one on one. Let his own power decide the outcome of the whole world!

Snorting, he roared like a dragon and rushed into battle..

The golden light formed long and sharp claws on his fingertips..

Because of the bright glow, it resembled lightning striking Lin Yi!

«Dragon Claws!»

The aura began to change the environment. The vines turned into golden snakes, the clouds were covered with golden scales of countless dragons, every stone and blade of grass turned into golden claws. ⱤᴀꞐȏ𐌱ƐṢ

This was the Abbot's understanding of the weapon. The whole world was his weapon.

The long sword trembled a little as purple mist flowed through his veins. A deep purple light blossomed along the blade.

“How prepared I thought you were!” shouted the Abbot, although everything inside him clenched.

«KLANG!»

Lin Yi did not even try to defend himself from the countless claws. Instead, he delivered a blow with stunning speed.

The abbot grew even more gloomy. From attack he had to immediately switch to defense, but even so he was thrown back several steps and lost his breath. But Lin Yi had already caught up and had to defend himself again. The speed of movements became simply insane, even the supreme experts, with the exception of the strongest, could not discern how many amazing and unique techniques the Abbot used.

Lin Yi smiled. The golden light shone so brightly that it was as if they were bathed in the sun. It resembled a small purple boat, crashing in waves of countless claws..

And it was amazing. The Abbot of Shaolin reached incredible heights in martial arts.

Each of which was broken by the principles of the Nine Lonely Swords.

Fist strike - palm moved to the side.

Palm strike - broke the fist that crashed into its center.

Claws - could not withstand a blow to the wrist with the edge of the palm.

Kick - met the knee.

With each new technique, the Abbot grew more and more gloomy, he simply did not believe that he could not even deliver a blow!

Roaring, he squeezed out all the energy from the third to eighth meridians, internal strength flowed like a river, his muscles swelled so much that his loose robe burst. Golden light flowed from the acupuncture points like steam from a kettle..

Pouncing on Lin And like lightning, he moved so fast that the air howled and clicked, being torn to shreds. Trees were torn out by their roots, stones cracked from stress.

Countless palm strikes, marks from hundreds of claws, fist marks in the stones and earth..

Golden light surrounded Lin Yi, enveloping him in an impenetrable veil. Even if the leaders of large vicious cults saw this, they would feel horror. How could one person learn so many techniques? How could he turn every part of his body into a weapon? How could he strike so quickly??

And how could a young man, two and a half times younger than him, repel all these attacks with such ease??

Any of the ten strongest experts would have fallen long ago under such a furious whirlwind of attacks. Both leaders of evil cults could lose to him alone.

But Lin Yi looked neither shocked nor impressed. He was even a little disappointed.

His hopes for the Abbot were falling by the second. Belief in hidden trump cards weakened.

All the countless techniques were so... imprecise.

Having studied hundreds of techniques and extracted every useful detail from them with the help of the Nine Lonely Swords, Lin Yi seemed to be fighting with a child who had just begun to study martial arts.

The Shaolin Abbot made so many mistakes...

Why such a strong blow with two fingers when the path to retreat is not blocked? Lin Yi turned his body. Now there was not enough force in the punch, and he was again pulled aside by the palm. The claws went into battle again too late, Lin Yi’s palm was already free to strike with an edge. Lion's Roar shut up from a blow to the jaw.

He didn't even have to use the sword that was stabbed into the ground a few dozen times ago..

Half of the seventy-two supreme Shaolin techniques went nowhere. The air exploded, the entire valley was covered with countless afterimages of them - a bright golden light and a deep purple darkness inside.

Until finally the Abbot made a fatal mistake.

«Poof!»

A hoarse howl accompanied the body, which flew tens of meters away..

The abbot smashed a tree with his back and rolled on the ground, pressing his palms tightly to his chest.

Blood covered the entire path he flew..

Pale yellow as old paper, trying to catch his breath, the Abbot looked up, dumbfounded, and muttered:

“How is this possible? How do you defeat me even without a sword?!”

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The two supreme experts walked down to the foot of the Shaolin Mountain with gloomy expressions on their faces. Behind them, the flames raged, lighting the mountain to the very base, but the screams they had so hoped for could not be heard..

Suddenly both experts raised their heads and looked in the same direction.

“Did you feel it? asked Ao Jiaozhu.

“Yes, it seems so,” Nangong muttered, squinting. “It’s definitely the aura of a supreme expert. No, not even two... and very strong ones!”

“Two experts of our level are fighting there!” Jiaozhu exclaimed. “Is there internal conflict in Shaolin? Between the Abbot and... who?”

Including the two of them, there were no more than five experts of this level in the entire world! The other three are the Abbot of Shaolin, the great teacher of Mount Wudang, and the leader of the Five Mountain Swords!

Obviously, the supreme experts of the righteous path were fighting among themselves, but who exactly?

“Haha, now this is interesting! Four of the five greatest have gathered at Mount Shaoshi today!” laughed Ao Jiaozhu.

“Let's see who it is? Nangong asked impatiently.

“Come on,” Jiaozhu smiled..

Having perked up, they ran around the mountain, to the opposite side of the one on which Shaolin stood..

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“Now I understand why you waited so long,” the Abbot croaked, coughing up blood. “Demons weren’t enough for you, taking away all our allies wasn’t enough... you studied the Nine Lonely Swords. Any techniques are like baby talk to you now, right? You are already invulnerable. Wow, I still considered you arrogant, while I was arrogant myself... So many years, so much pain, and so many sacrifices we made in vain... thousands of years burned in one day... While we were afraid of demons, the devil was waiting us in the shadows...”

The abbot spoke with sincere grief and regret.

“Have you said your last words?” Lin Yi asked, slowly walking towards him.

The abbot lowered his head. This young man turned out to be smarter, more cunning, and more talented than him. He couldn't resist anything.

“Farewell,” Lin Yi said, raising his sword. “Go to nirvana, you deserve peace.”

The blade began to descend... and the Abbot, pretending to be half dead, suddenly rolled and ran away like a hare.

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