Type-Moon Assassination Fist 93
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 93
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 93 Scripture Pavilion Library
Boom!
Like a bomb detonation, Shūkon Hado’s energy group struck Ding Chunqiu’s location, instantly causing devastating destruction.
The ground trembled and shook, the shockwave exploded outward, and another layer of fragile earth was dug up. Amidst the fierce winds, a shadowy figure rose into the air through the smoke, hovering above.
It was Ding Chunqiu, his head disheveled and clothes torn and dirty, with one arm continuously bleeding. Despite not fully suppressing Hokuto Battle Aura, he rushed to fight, resulting in his arm being injured by Shūkon Hado’s immense power.
“Good job! I underestimated you!” Ding Chunqiu’s face was dark with anger, though he remained calm on the surface.
His nature as a cunning and adaptable man made him capable of both bending and breaking rules. Even after being injured by Kuzuki, he didn’t reveal all his tricks. Kuzuki’s skills were clearly different from those in the Martial Arts World, which Ding Chunqiu had already suffered from.
Without knowing Kuzuki’s next move, Ding Chunqiu quickly flew away to find a place to heal and then confront him again.
Seeing Ding Chunqiu try to escape, Kuzuki materialized as Fierce Wind, chasing him relentlessly on the ground.
The two left together, leaving behind a chaotic battlefield filled with debris.
The crowd was shocked by the battle’s shockwave effect and the heavy casualties from their own fighting.
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Scripture Pavilion Library.
A’zi and Xu Zhu sneaked into this place to hide.
The ground continued to shake, with booming sounds echoing one after another. Even the buildings of the Scripture Pavilion were shaken violently.
“Hey hey, that’s too much! How can an old monk from Shaolin Temple be so powerful? Why is the fighting so intense?” A’zi, his hair all white and dressed just like Ding Chunqiu, suddenly transformed into the appearance of an Immortal of Xingxiu (Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils).
Xu Zhu said: “Don’t worry about that. Go find The Classic of Changing Tendons quickly.”
At that moment, a group of monks burst in frantically, shouting: “The head monk was killed by an Immortal from Xingxiu! Everyone, grab your things and run!”
The atmosphere turned chaotic as the monks scattered. Even the guards at the Scripture Pavilion began to flee, with some greedy individuals looting valuable items in the chaos.
A’zi and Xu Zhu exchanged glances, their faces breaking into smiles.
“Immortal of Xingxiu (Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils) has arrived. Stop what you’re doing!” Xu Zhu suddenly jumped out, shouting loudly.
Those monks were already terrified by the Xingxiu Sect. Upon hearing the name of Immortal of Xingxiu (Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils), they quickly turned and ran, scattering completely in an instant.
A’zi haha one smile, shaking the brocade clothes, walks up to Xu Zhu. She says: “I thought Shaolin Temple had a big name, but it’s just a bunch of cowards who are scared of me pretending to be spiritual. It’s really not interesting.”
The two of them walk into the Scripture Library Pavilion and start rummaging through it.
Inside this pavilion, there are martial arts scrolls as well as many Buddhist sutras. There are thousands of books here, one by one, it’s too time-consuming to look through all of them.
Seeing Xu Zhu still flipping through the books, A’zi quickly walks away.
It takes too long to flip through each book. Maybe I should ask someone instead.
A few moments later, she grabs a small monk.
This small monk is either very brave or very timid. If he’s the former, others would run away in fear, but he doesn’t. If he’s the latter, he wouldn’t dare to go out and fight, hiding himself shivering in the pile of books.
A’zi pulls out the small monk and looks at him a few more times. “Hey, you little monk, you look pretty unique. I’m asking you, where is Shaolin Temple’s The Classic of Changing Tendons?”
The small monk has a large purple-red birthmark covering half his face. Hearing A’zi asking about The Classic of Changing Tendons, he quickly retreats and says: “I don’t know. I’m just the Library Manager. I don’t know anything. Don’t kill me…”
Library Manager? You still don’t know anything?
The small monk says he doesn’t know, but his eyes instinctively look in a certain direction. A’zi follows his gaze and sees a wooden box neatly placed on the shelf.
She picks up the wooden box and opens it.
Inside is an ancient book with three Chinese characters on the cover: The Classic of Changing Tendons.
No need to look far for something you want. Surprisingly, A’zi easily finds The Classic of Changing Tendons and opens it, only to be stunned by its contents.
Inside are all Buddhist texts in Sanskrit, except for the Human Body diagram. She can’t read any of them.
“Little monk, you said you’re the Library Manager. You should know how to read this!” she asks the small monk.
The small monk is scared and hides, but A’zi hits his pressure points, leaving him unable to move. He calls out: “I don’t understand anything! I’m just a bookkeeper who can’t read!”
“You’re lying to me! A bookkeeper shouldn’t be illiterate.”
She tries to ask more, but Xu Zhu suddenly appears and grabs The Classic of Changing Tendons, exclaiming: “The Classic of Changing Tendons! This is so surprising! Ha ha ha, I guess it’s time for a change of pace…”
With The Classic of Changing Tendons in hand, Xu Zhu can’t hold back and starts flipping through it.
There is only one copy of the scripture, so no one else should take it.
A’zi’s face changed, and she suddenly attacked Xu Zhu. With a flick of her fingers, Internal Energy condensed into a white light that flew out and struck Xu Zhu’s left leg.
She then sat on her knees, screaming as she fell to the ground.
Xu Zhu was ambushed, and he had no idea what was going on. When he saw A’zi also collapsed, he didn’t suspect anything and instead groaned in pain: “Who ambushed me? Let me see who it is!”
A’zi shouted at the top of her lungs: “Monk, you dare attack me! Senior Brother, I recognize him; he’s Black-Faced Assassin Buddha Tathāgata!” She pulled out a knife as she said this.
Xu Zhu’s mind was in chaos. When he saw A’zi pull out the knife, it seemed like she was going to cut off his leg, and he immediately called out: “Senior… Sister, what are you doing?”
“I’ll kill him!” A’zi swung her blade, severing his leg outright.
“Ah… Senior Brother, why would you cut off your own leg?”
She threw the knife at Xu Zhu and shouted: “Senior Brother, hurry up and chop it off! Otherwise, the poison will spread throughout your body, and you’ll die for sure! Hurry up!”
Xu Zhu swallowed hard and said: “No way… It’s that bad?”
“Hurry up; we’re running out of time.” A’zi, sitting on her knees, urged him on.
Xu Zhu gritted his teeth and, with a heavy heart, picked up the knife to chop it off.
“Ah!” The blade severed his leg, and Xu Zhu screamed in pain while holding his leg.
In intense pain, he lost his guard, allowing A’zi to take advantage. She fired a white light at him, freezing him mid-air.
Xu Zhu was ambushed by A’zi and remained frozen. He soon realized what had happened and fell for her trap.
“Oh no oh no~” A’zi hummed a cheerful tune, seemingly unharmed as she stood up. Her legs were perfectly fine; there was no sign of any injury. She danced joyfully, kicking her feet out in front of Xu Zhu before squatting down and laughing: “Senior Brother, I’m truly impressed with you! You’re my idol. Your courage is unmatched—even your own leg couldn’t escape being cut off…”
Before he could say anything else, a figure emerged from outside the Scripture Library Pavilion—none other than Liu Chengshuang.
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