Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 707 - 686: Martial Arts Tournament

But what appeared before his eyes was a row of densely packed monks. They shouted in unison, seeming to have been waiting for Ren Feng.

In the next second, they charged toward Ren Feng together.

...

Shaolin Temple, Scripture Reading Plaza.

Today's Scripture Reading Plaza was bustling with activity, as various other martial arts sects had come as well.

Today, according to the tradition of the Wulin, was the day to hold a martial arts tournament, also a day for martial arts sparring.

Of course, the meaning of today's martial arts tournament is completely different from the past. Originally, it was to command the martial arts community, but today, it's mostly a form of exchange, a chance to spar with each other.

The Shaolin Sect sat at the highest position, surrounded by many other sects around the plaza, more than ten, including many major sects like the Wudang Sect, the Emei Sect, the Kunlun Sect, the Beggars' Sect, the Kongtong Sect, etc.

Furthermore, one of the sects didn't have many people present, but they wore ancient-styled Tang clothes in various colors, with a "Tang" character embroidered at the chest!

Celestial Tang Sect!

These sects were gathered in exchange, and several sect leaders from various great sects were all present.

Thus, this martial arts tournament was also livelier than usual.

The two people on stage were sparring, while the sects below were discussing.

"Not bad, Chen Kun's move was powerful, catching the opponent off guard. It seems he's practiced it for a long time."

"Didn't expect the Divine Sword Sect to have such promising talent this year."

"The opponent from the Kunlun Sect is quite good too. A woman who can hold her own against men, her strength is formidable, and they fought to a draw."

There was a buzz of discussion among the surrounding sects, and some sect leaders nodded lightly. There were even a few whose aura was at the Spiritual Realm!

Besides, among the smaller sects, there were four other sects present: the War Heart Sect, Li Qing Pavilion, Miechen Valley, and the Three Swords Sect along with Yu Dian, all staying here.

"Will he really come?"

Zhan asked in a deep voice.

"He will definitely come. You know my elder brother's reputation; he wouldn't make a miscalculation," Yu Dian affirmed.

"Indeed, he successively killed the Huashan Sect's leader, wiped out the Five Poison Sect and Yuyan Manor; he will definitely come for us too. Given his character, even if we're at Shaolin Temple, he will still come."

The speaker was an elder from the Three Swords Sect, with a sheathed sword on his back.

These people had fled here, twisting the truth of what happened and telling the other sects, which then declared they would protect them.

Even the Shaolin Temple, under pressure, chose to shelter the four sects.

"Nanli, don't worry. If he comes, we'll naturally help you deal with him," a disciple from a major sect said with a smile, looking at them.

"Thank you."

Nanli from Li Qing Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief, as with so many people present, there was no need to worry.

"Don't be afraid. What I'm worried about now is that he won't come," Yu Dian sneered, "There are so many experts here; even if he's at the Spiritual Realm, he'll only meet his end here!"

"Indeed."

The others nodded. This martial arts tournament had attracted so many experts, which was their luck.

Could Ren Feng really kill us in the presence of so many experts?

That's impossible because there are also Spiritual Realm experts here!

As everyone was discussing, suddenly, a loud noise echoed, as if something closed was forcibly blown open.

"He's here."

A cold glint flashed in Yu Dian's eyes, and the others' hearts also tensed up.

The contestants on stage stopped and looked towards the commotion, and the other sects did likewise, turning their heads.

Just then, a young monk ran over to the Shaolin Sect's seats and whispered a few words. The leading old monk nodded lightly.

"Everyone, don't be alarmed. It's just a minor incident; we've already sent someone to handle it."

The old monk stood up and addressed the other sects.

The sect members nodded, not taking it to heart. To them, even if someone came, it wouldn't matter; would they lose?

In the seating area of the Tang Sect, a young man sighed, "How boring."

"Tang Xiao, bringing you out this time is to broaden your horizons," said a middle-aged man behind him.

"This scene is less interesting than the urban area," Tang Xiao muttered. He looked about twenty and was quite handsome.

"It's a pity we can't even bring phones. If we had phones, it would be fine."

"What's on your mind?" The middle-aged man behind him flicked his head.

"No problem. Even if I had a phone, there probably wouldn't be any reception here," Tang Xiao said helplessly.

The middle-aged man was exasperated, while a middle-aged woman beside them chuckled, "Alright, let Xiaoxiao be. You're a grown man, why argue with Xiaoxiao?"

"Tang Xiao, if you're really bored, go up and spar. I won't stop you."

"Forget it. They're no match for me. If I go up, they'd lose too quickly. It'd be embarrassing."

The middle-aged man was speechless with frustration.

The other sects kept a calm demeanor, but after a while, the sound of wailing grew louder, as if someone had fought their way through from the main gate to here.

"Huh? Looks like someone's coming," Tang Xiao said, frequently looking back.

"Sit still, don't move around," the middle-aged man angrily commanded.

The people from other sects also slightly changed their expressions, knowing how heavily guarded the path to Shaolin Temple was, yet the enemy had fought their way through?

"Juewen Abbot."

The sect leaders of some small sects grew uneasy.

"Don't panic. Even if he comes, our monastery has ways to subdue this devil."

Juewen chuckled softly.

As the other sects breathed a sigh of relief, a cold voice echoed, "Is that so?"

The simple two words pierced through everyone's ears; everyone present heard it.

Every heart skipped a beat, and they looked in the direction of the voice, seeing Ren Feng with a cold expression walking toward them, accompanied by a woman behind him.

The crowd at the Scripture Reading Plaza fell silent, merely watching Ren Feng.

In the ring, the young man from the Divine Sword Sect frowned and said, "This is Shaolin Temple, the site of the martial arts tournament. How can you barge in? Let me meet you!"

The young man shouted, stepping forward to Ren Feng, unleashing an attack with both hands toward him.

Ren Feng remained calm, and at the moment of the attack, he slowly raised a hand.

In an instant, Ren Feng's hand blocked the opponent's attack entirely, breaking through his two hands, and pressed a palm onto his chest.