Peerless Martial Expert in the City-Chapter 255 - 258: Flying Monk

"Ah, my goodness, I was nearly suffocated, I truly don’t know how those guys can maintain such a deathlike facade all day long."

The monk, who just moments ago had an air of noble sanctity about him, burst out with such a vulgar statement!

As an elderly woman and man were just about to approach and consult this master about their fortunes and misfortunes, they heard his words and almost collided headfirst into an oncoming car turning the corner. After barely steadying themselves, they glanced at the monk, who had a Maitreya Buddha-like grin as he pulled out a flask of alcohol and guzzled it down. They promptly turned and hastily walked away without looking back, feeling secretly relieved that they had hesitated and slowed down just a moment earlier. If they had approached him, they might have been duped by this fake monk, and there’s no telling how much that could have cost them.

"Good stuff, who says southern liquor isn’t strong? The South also has its fine drinks!"

After taking a big swig and not caring about the bystanders, the unkempt monk glanced at the distant, scattered crowd and wiped his lips with his dirty sleeve, loudly exclaiming his appreciation for the drink.

"Flying Monk, we’ve had no recent grudges, nor any from the past, so why disrupt my plans!"

No sooner had his voice faded than a man suddenly appeared before the monk, his age indeterminate; he might have been in his thirties, yet he seemed as if he might be over sixty. Dressed in a tidy suit, he exuded an extraordinary air. No one noticed how he had arrived, yet the passersby didn’t find his appearance jarring—as if he had been there all along.

Upon appearing, the man’s eyes conveyed a hint of contempt, and in a particularly unfriendly tone, he addressed the disheveled monk.

"Not at all, Benefactor Lin, I was simply forging a good connection for you."

The monk seemed oblivious to the man’s hostile tone and the disgust in his eyes, and with a titter, he shook his head and replied.

"Alright, alright... Flying Monk, do you really think I’m afraid of you?"

At the monk’s response, fire seemed to be shooting from the man’s eyes. This damn bastard, he had ruined his opportunity and then had the audacity to tell him that he had accrued some good karma for him? If it weren’t for this guy’s sudden appearance, since last night he would have had at least ten chances to deal with that Xiao Yi kid. Once he finished him off, he’d be able to return to Glass City for a cultivation retreat. Although bustling with prosperity, G City, an international metropolis, had its benefits that were not at all inferior to Glass City, with some aspects even exceeding it; but he had no interest in such places. To someone of his realm, the allure of the Mortal World’s bright lights and wine had long since lost its appeal.

Especially a place like G City!

He couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer!

For a while, he wore a smile that was more of a sneer than anything and repeatedly said ’good’ before finally looking coldly at the Flying Monk.

He couldn’t understand why this irritating guy had suddenly shown up in G City and disrupted his plans as soon as he arrived.

"Amitābha, Benefactor Lin, it has been many years since we last met, yet your charm remains unchanged, still so fiery. Monks do not speak false words. Today, truly, I have formed a good connection for you!"

The monk looked at the killing intent erupting from the man’s eyes and hurriedly recited another Buddhist chant before giving him a teasing smile. "However, Benefactor Lin, if you’re feeling an itch in your fists, this poor monk also feels that after years of arduous cultivation in retreat, there has been quite a harvest. Why don’t we find a place and have a good spar, how about it?"

After speaking, his face beamed with an extraordinarily brilliant smile, and his small eyes almost completely squinted as they looked at the man in front of him. He seemed even more like Maitreya Buddha now, almost making everyone who saw him want to laugh.

"Fight then... fine... Flying Monk, I really want to see how long you can protect him!"

The man looked at the face in front of him, which was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, without the slightest intent to laugh. He simply wished he could immediately throw a punch, turning that detestable face into a meat patty, then stomp on it fiercely a few times. Hearing his words, he almost subconsciously responded, as if to say, fight then fight, do I look scared of you?

However, as soon as the words left his mouth, his gaze caught the increasingly thick smile on the Flying Monk’s face, and that’s when he suddenly came to his senses. He had almost fallen for the monk’s trick.

He knew the Flying Monk was deliberately provoking him, with the goal to force him to act. He absolutely couldn’t fall for this cunning monk’s trick. Although he was conceited about his fighting prowess and wished to give the monk a good beating, he was also very aware that the annoying monk in front of him was not so easy to defeat. Otherwise, after so many years, that fat face that so many people wanted to punch into a meat patty would not have remained unscathed, still firmly attached to someone’s neck.

At least, he had no confidence that he could beat him and come out unscathed, especially since he felt that, although the monk had yet to show his true strength, there was a sense that the monk had become even more inscrutable. He was truly unsure if he could get the better of him.

The most likely outcome of their mutual fight would be both sides getting hurt. It was clear that the monk had come with a resolute determination to tie him down. If he got injured, he wouldn’t be able to trouble the young man, which would achieve the monk’s goal of protecting him.

However, the information he had before didn’t show any connection between this kid and the stinking monk, and the young man’s expression just now seemed genuinely to not recognize him. Why was this stinking monk so desperately meddling in other people’s business?

Upon realizing the situation clearly, the man forcefully held back the rest of his words, stamped his foot in anger, glared at the Flying Monk, and then turned around and stalked off.

Not wanting to see that punchable face and not daring to fight him, he had no other choice but to leave. With the monk there, it was obvious that his plans for the day were doomed.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Lin, take care!"

The monk seemed to have anticipated the man’s departure, clasped his hands together, and chuckled without trying to stop him. "Remember, if you’re feeling an itch, come find this poor monk anytime. This poor monk is very much looking forward to seeing Benefactor Lin’s unique skill again!"

"Hmph!"

The man, who had already walked a few steps, nearly stopped in his tracks, almost unable to control his urge to turn around and fight to the death with the monk. Finally suppressing the rage in his heart, he let out a cold snort, and his figure quickly disappeared on the street ahead.

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