lcionline Chapter 48 Suppressing Bandits
Chapter 48 Suppressing Bandits
Wohu Mountain.
Over 300 meters high, the mountain is covered with lush vegetation. There are no steps or regular roads in the mountain, only a winding path made by people, which meanders through the grass and trees.
As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain.
However, the number of tigers on Wohu Mountain far exceeds the number on two fingers.
The bandits who lived on Crouching Tiger Mountain had somehow learned a secret technique for controlling beasts, which allowed them to live peacefully with these ferocious insects and work together to resist external enemies.
If it were a tiger in the real world, even a third-rate martial artist who has learned internal energy could kill it with a single slap.
But in this world, the status of tigers has risen dramatically, almost to the level of the giant tiger with piercing eyes and white forehead that Wu Song fought, far exceeding that of ordinary human beings.
Specifically, a tiger's claws are sharp as hooks, capable of digging pits in the ground. Its tail is as thick as an iron rod, capable of snapping a tree as thick as a bowl in half with a sweep. Its hide is thick and tough; even if it takes a dozen heavy punches from a master of external martial arts, it won't be seriously injured as long as no vital organs are hit.
An ordinary second-rate martial artist facing such a tiger could easily become its prey if he doesn't perform well.
"roar!"
The tiger raised its head and roared, a foul stench wafted over, and then pounced on An Lan with its four paws.
Faced with the tiger's attack, An Lan used his height advantage to slide through the tiger's belly.
At the same time, he formed a knife with his fingers, gathering his inner strength at his fingertips, and slashed across the tiger's soft belly from head to tail.
The tiger's skin was torn and its belly was ripped open, its internal organs and intestines spilling out onto the ground. After struggling for a moment after landing, it whimpered and died.
It was fierce when alive, but its cry when it died was similar to that of a kitten.
An Lan stood up from the ground and patted her clothes to brush off the dust.
Upon seeing this, Sheng Wansong shook his head.
Seeing her master shake his head, An Lan stared at him nervously, wondering where she had gone wrong.
Sheng Wansong slowly began to comment: "For a martial artist, the most important thing is demeanor."
"The higher the level of style, the greater the strength."
"If someone throws themselves in the mud or looks shocked, it means the path to being promoted is about to begin."
An Lan, puzzled, looked up and asked, "Master, what does 'breaking the rules' mean?"
"It's like going from being unparalleled in the world to being so bad that even a stray dog on the street could exchange blows with you."
After listening to Sheng Wansong's explanation, An Lan seemed to understand but not quite, her face filled with fear: "Being exceptional is terrifying!"
"An'an, don't make an exception!"
Children can be taught.
Sheng Wansong channeled his inner strength, and a clear stream swept over An Lan, wiping away the dust from her body. "The first thing you need to learn is to use your inner strength to protect yourself, and from now on, you will remain untouched by the world."
All internal martial arts techniques and external martial arts skills are nothing more than minor paths.
What Sheng Wansong taught An Lan at this moment was the right path in the martial arts world.
"An'an understands!"
When faced with a ferocious tiger blocking his path again, this time, An Lan did not choose to slide tackle again.
Faced with the tiger's attack, she channeled her inner energy into her feet and then gently stomped her little foot.
The internal force spread along the ground and suddenly erupted when it reached the tiger's body. Several black thorns broke through the soil, pierced the tiger's internal organs, and instantly took its life.
"call!"
An Lan exhaled a breath of stale air.
Both methods involve attacking the tiger's belly, but this method consumes far more internal energy than a sliding tackle.
"Not bad."
This time, Sheng Wansong clapped lightly, praising An Lan's performance.
Although she didn't know why she chose the more strenuous method, An Lan blushed and nodded after receiving her master's praise.
"Um!"
She then kept her master's teachings deep in her heart.
Having killed two tigers, Sheng Wansong no longer wasted time on these mountain beasts and quickly headed to the mountaintop with Anlan in his arms.
At the foot of the mountain, a vicious tiger roams.
From the beginning in the mountains, there were bandits and tigers working together to patrol and guard the area.
But things change again at the summit.
The bandits of Wohu Mountain are different from those of Dawangzhai. They did not build a stronghold on the mountain, but instead hollowed out the mountain and built their nests in caves.
The cave system is interconnected, with countless roads dug out and numerous caves within, where bandits are stationed everywhere.
At the deepest part of the cave, there is a huge cavern with torches sticking up its walls, illuminating the interior as bright as day.
A bonfire was lit in the center of the cave, with a large pot on top.
The pot was filled with mushrooms, vegetables, tiger bones, tiger meat, and tiger penis, all steaming hot.
A group of bandits sat around the cooking pot, loudly chanting, "The wind rises, the clouds fly!"
Sitting in the center was none other than Wang Meng, the wanted criminal by the Six Doors, the king of Crouching Tiger Mountain, and the winged tiger.
He took a tiger leg, bit off a chewy piece of meat, and looked thoroughly satisfied.
"Boss, if we kill this trained tiger and eat it, Lord Lin won't blame us, will he?"
"Eat without worry, brothers!"
Wang Meng laughed heartily, patting his chest and guaranteeing, "This tiger has heatstroke. If Master Lin blames us, I, Wang Meng, will take the blame for the brothers!"
Hiding in the shadows, Sheng Wansong silently rubbed his forehead.
The bandits of Wohu Mountain were actually raised by my own uncle; no wonder no one dared to go up the mountain to suppress them.
Lin Wangbei made many preparations for his rebellion, and Wohu Mountain was probably one of the training grounds for his troops.
This is truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple.
"Owner?"
An Lan looked at Sheng Wansong, waiting for his order to go out and slaughter everyone.
A gentleman's word is as good as his bond.
Since he has already declared his intention to wipe out Wohu Mountain, then whoever is the backer of the Wohu Mountain bandits must be eliminated.
Since my uncle has already reformed, I'll go through the trouble of cleaning up this dark history for him.
Sheng Wansong lowered his hand, secretly channeled his inner energy, and instantly a chaotic white mist sealed the cave exit, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.
"An'an, go!"
He closed the door and released Anlan in one smooth motion.
At a command, An Lan descended from the sky and crashed to the ground with a thud.
The bandits were eating hotpot and singing when suddenly a little girl fell from the sky. Looking up at the top of the cave, which was solid and offered no foothold or hiding place, everyone knew something was wrong.
"Boss?"
Wang Meng frowned and ordered, "Third brother, go test her quality?"
These mountain bandits' skill lies in fighting alongside tigers; their martial arts abilities are inferior to those of the bandits trained by foreign forces in Dawang Village.
Now trapped inside the cave, the only tiger is hanging on a rack and being cooked in a hot pot, greatly reducing its strength.
An Lan's skills have improved again. This time, when he rushed into the bandits, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, resulting in a one-sided massacre.
Whenever the bandits brushed against An Lan, their bodies would be corroded by the invading dark force, causing their muscles and bones to contract, their bodies to collapse, and they would turn into a pile of rotten flesh.
The horrifying and bizarre murder method terrified the bandits, who ran straight for the door, only to be blocked by a fog wall. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break through.
They could only cling to the wall, watching in terror as An Lan approached, utterly routed by a little girl.
Soon, only one person remained in the cave, panting.
Sheng Wansong appeared, swept the remains aside, and led An'an to the center.
The hot pot was still burning, and only a small portion of the tiger's flesh had been cut off from the grill.
Sheng Wansong channeled his inner energy, drained the boiling water from the pot, and then used the Sacred Heart Technique to condense the air, forming a large block of ice which he placed into the pot, controlling the ice to melt.
Then add the cleaned vegetables and mushrooms from the side to the pot.
They made ice bowls and chopsticks and invited Anlan to sit down with them.
"An'an, come and try this tiger hot pot."