Volume One: The Young Monk Returns to Secular Life Chapter Forty-Five: The Mightiest War of Words

Chen Buqun and the young monk now realized that the entire brothel had fallen utterly silent—no one was to be seen.
Something was definitely amiss...

After about fifteen minutes had passed, an unpleasant, raucous laugh suddenly shattered the quiet, deafening in its force.

"Ha ha ha... the Chen Sword Sect... two in one stroke this time... quite the haul indeed..."

No sooner had the voice faded than over a dozen men in black sprang out from beneath the tables.

"Heh heh... who would've thought there'd be such a pretty little thing... We're in for a treat tonight..." one of the black-clad men, fat and greasy, sneered in a shrill voice.

"Ha... the Chen family's precious daughter is mine first—you all can line up. At last, I can repay the humiliation that old dog Chen Bufan visited on me," the leader, a burly man with narrow, triangular eyes, also sneered.

Chen Buqun frowned slightly and gathered his breath into his core... only to discover his internal energy was nearly depleted...

"Who are you people?" Chen Shuwan's face turned cold as ice.

"Heh heh... little beauty, no need to ask. Tonight, I'm your groom... hahahaha..." The laughter was wild and arrogant.

"We are too!"
Not to be outdone, the others shouted in unison.

"Bastards! Let me teach you a lesson!" Chen Shuwan knew that with her elder brother Chen Buqun injured and the young monk's strength spent, she was the only one left with any fighting power.

These men must be martial experts who once suffered at the hands of the Chen Sword Sect, come to seek revenge today.

Her sword flashed from its sheath, and a powerful aura of inner force erupted from her...

Level fifteen internal energy!

The title of the Chen Sword Sect's greatest young heroine was not empty praise.

"Shuwan, be careful," Chen Buqun quickly warned, looking at their forms and having a faint guess as to their identities.

"Ha ha... impressive... such young age, already at the fifteenth level of inner force... I like it..." The leader with triangular eyes spoke coldly, and a surge of his own inner strength began to emanate from him.

The pressure suddenly intensified—level sixteen internal energy!

"All together! Take them back and let’s have our fun! Let that old dog of the Chen family regret ever crossing us, ha ha ha..." The fat man in black waved his broadsword above his head, signaling the others to attack.

With a thunderous roar, over a dozen men unleashed their inner strength, the pressure swallowing the entire brothel.

Among them, apart from the fat man also at level sixteen, the rest hovered around level thirteen.

Of course, their advantage lay in numbers.

"Bastards!" Chen Buqun cursed under his breath; this would be a tough fight.

If only he hadn't been injured... This pack of thugs would be dead men...

But...

Chen Buqun sighed.

"Brother, there's a little monk here too... what do we do?" The fat man in black, sharp-eyed, quickly spotted the young monk muttering to himself.

"Hmm?" The leader with triangular eyes, wary from years in the martial world, scrutinized the monk until he was certain there was no trace of inner force about him. Only then did he say, "Heh, probably just passing by... Kill him too."

"Yes!"
The other men responded loudly.

The young monk was now panicking, murmuring under his breath, "Old man! Get out here! We're about to die!"

Fahai: ...

"If you won't, I'll smash my own face with the Dung Extractor..." The monk brandished his soiled tool at his own head in threat.

Fahai: Go ahead... Wait... make sure you use enough force...

"Damn it... what do I do... help me..."

Fahai: What did you say before? You told me to shut up. As you wish...

So the old man still held a grudge for being cast aside after being used up by the young monk.

The monk scowled, cursing the old man for being so petty.

"Old bastard—no, Grandfather... dear Master Fahai... little Haihai... my precious..."

He shuddered at his own flattery.

Fahai: Enough. I'll tell you straight—I can't help. You wasted all my inner force; how am I supposed to help now?

"Tch... You could've said so earlier, instead of making me waste all that effort..." The monk shot a disdainful look.

Fahai: Damn brat...

Yet this odd exchange caught the eye of the fat man in black, especially when he heard "little Haihai, my precious." The words sent a chill down his spine.

"Boss, I think that monk... is mentally unstable..." he said, unnerved.

"Who cares? Charge in, finish them off, and if you like him so much, the monk's yours when we're done," said the leader with triangular eyes.

The fat man quietly retreated a step; he wasn't so eager to fight anymore.

In the blink of an eye, the leader raised his broadsword and charged at Chen Shuwan.

Despite being at the fifteenth level of inner force and wielding the advantage of the Chen Sword Technique, she met his attack head-on and parried his blow.

A spinning thrust forced the man with triangular eyes back several paces.

"Little wench, you’re tougher than you look... That’s more interesting... Let's see if you’re as fierce in bed tonight..." he gritted his teeth, then shouted, "Brothers, all together! Whoever catches her first, gets to go second tonight!"

With a roar, the black-clad men surged forth, blades swinging.

"Bastards!" Chen Shuwan gritted her teeth and threw herself into the fray.

The fat man in black brought down a powerful blow, while another aimed low at her legs.

Though Chen Shuwan's mastery of the Chen Sword Technique gave her an edge, she could not withstand so many opponents.

She dodged, but one of the blades still caught her shoulder, slashing it open.

In the next instant, the broadsword of the leader with triangular eyes was already before her—a second more and she would be wounded again.

"Ha ha, little beauty, you'd do better to surrender and spare yourself some pain. We'll have more fun if you’re not hurt..." he leered obscenely.

But just then, a voice rang out.

"Angle the sword three feet, follow up with the Chen Sword sequence, sweep across! Right foot, front kick!"

Chen Shuwan was the first to hear it. Stunned for a moment, her eyes then flashed with understanding...

The fat man in black shivered and looked toward the source of the voice.

It was that lunatic monk?

He frowned, thinking for a moment, then sneered, "That monk really is crazy. Is he telling the girl how to fight? Ha!"

But before he finished speaking—

Bang!

A deafening crash sounded beside his ear, and he saw the leader with triangular eyes fly horizontally over his own head, kicked by Chen Shuwan.

What?!

Then, another black-clad man was struck down by her sword, clutching his shoulder and howling in pain.

What?!

The fat man in black hadn’t even registered what was happening when he heard the young monk’s voice again: "Thrust the sword two feet down, swing left! Follow with the Chen Sword—Invisible Blade!"

Bang!

He didn’t even see the move—just felt a hand chop his neck, sending him flying sideways and rolling across the floor before he finally stopped.

"What... what's going on? Did that girl suddenly take some drug? How did she get so fierce?"

The man with triangular eyes had also gotten up, looking puzzled.

"No... No, boss, listen—just listen. That little monk keeps talking, and look at the girl's moves..."

The fat man quickly shared what he'd noticed.

"They’re in sync. The monk is giving orders? Impossible..."

The leader's expression turned complicated.