Chapter Thirty-Six: Compassionate Sorcery

Wu Jue faced the sudden pressure from the lady mayor without the slightest hint of fear. At this moment, since he had already been discovered, there was nothing left to hide; it was best to ask directly and get a clear answer.

He strode forward, meeting the meaningful gaze of the lady mayor, and suddenly let out a thunderous shout. The blood and energy within him surged violently in an instant. A powerful force swept through his entire body, resisting the sorcery cast by the mayor, and with a booming impact shattered the pink mist surrounding him into disarray.

Immediately, he spun like a whirlwind toward the mayor, whooshing as he launched a punch. The force of his fist blasted toward her, disrupting the sorcery she hadn’t yet completed and throwing her spell into utter chaos.

“Don’t force my hand. This humble monk does not wish to strike a woman. What have you done to my friends?” Wu Jue pulled back his punch just in time before it struck the mayor’s face, demanding answers.

“You’ll have to ask Xun’er about that,” the mayor quickly regained her composure and replied calmly. “We are only trying to prevent more bloodshed in this world. When people give up their aggressive tendencies, peace flourishes. Haven’t you noticed your friends are enjoying themselves?”

Wu Jue stared coldly at her and sneered, “Peace? Without conflict, how can progress exist? In the apocalypse, no one can escape slaughter. If you make them give up resistance, you’re sending them to their deaths.”

The mayor retorted with a smile, “Master, you sound nothing like a monk. Look at your companions, An Yi and Xiao Han; they’ve already adapted to the local customs.”

“An Yi? Xiao Han?” Wu Jue began to worry about his companions. Without another word, he flashed away.

***

At the same time, Xiao Yang was locked in a fierce struggle.

Princess An Yi had suddenly appeared, seemingly out of control, and pressed him down with a flurry of fists and kicks. Imagine the strength of Princess An Yi—combined with her complete loss of control, a few blows sent Xiao Yang flying. Even with armor for protection, the pain was intense. Furious, Xiao Yang fired darts at An Yi, but she knocked them aside with her fists.

Princess An Yi’s physical body was impervious to all physical attacks; even zombies couldn’t harm her. His attacks failed, and An Yi leapt at him again, grabbing him for another round of brutal assault.

Xiao Yang had only recently regained his freedom of movement, and with just a few blows, he was badly injured. Yet his rage was entirely unleashed. Following Wu Jue’s example, he realized life was not for giving up easily.

Even when facing a far superior foe.

He must try to launch a counterattack.

“Ah!” Xiao Yang unleashed his fighting spirit, swinging his fists and feet in fury. Though his blows were blocked, though his punches landed weakly on An Yi’s fists, though he was pushed back again and again, he refused to fall, refused to lose, refused to be defeated!

With a crash, An Yi struck Xiao Yang again, sending him flying through a wall and out of the building. His body arced through the air, nearly hitting the ground, when—suddenly—a figure appeared, catching him smoothly and setting him down.

“Xiao Yang, you’ve fought hard. Leave the rest to me,” Wu Jue’s voice sounded by his ear. He helped Xiao Yang to stand stubbornly, raising his gaze to the Princess An Yi who hovered outside the building.

With resolve, he called out, “An Yi, wake up! Don’t let the sorcery control you. That’s not who you are.”

Princess An Yi paused midair, her face contorted as if her consciousness was returning.

At that moment, Xun’er raced out, shouting, “Wu Jue, why do you meddle? It was so close! Why not accept it? Living here isn’t so bad—we could all live happily!”

Wu Jue’s face remained cool as he recited a Buddhist verse, “If our paths diverge, we cannot work together. An Yi, wake up!”

A lion’s roar from the Buddhist tradition echoed, shaking the surroundings as if the earth trembled. Just as An Yi was about to awaken, Xun’er gritted her teeth and intensified her sorcery. Instantly, pink smoke swirled above An Yi’s head, blocking any chance of her regaining consciousness.

Then she lunged at Wu Jue, shouting, “Kill, kill, kill! Anyone who disobeys the Lady Witch must die!”

Wu Jue sighed, then leapt to meet An Yi, swinging his fists.

Both unleashed unstoppable blows. Their fists collided with a thunderous boom, raising a storm of strength and silence across the land.

With a crash, An Yi stepped back in midair, almost falling. Wu Jue staggered back as well, his arms numb—he had never faced a woman of such strength.

Yet this awakened his fighting spirit. Ever since meeting An Yi, they had never truly tested each other. Now was the perfect time for an unrestrained battle.

He showed no mercy, swinging his fists and unleashing the refined techniques of Daling Temple. For a moment, the air was filled with shadowy fists, blocking half the sky as they swept toward Princess An Yi.

Princess An Yi, raging, responded instinctively—she dug up a chunk of earth and hurled it through the air.

With a crash, Wu Jue shattered the soil, and the two closed in again, exchanging countless blows in an instant.

At this point, all techniques and sorcery were ineffective. An Yi, driven by instinct, simply swung her fists at this formidable opponent. Wu Jue retaliated without restraint, both landing blows on each other’s faces, chests, and abdomens.

An Yi’s resilience was extraordinary, while Wu Jue’s Golden Bell Shield technique was pushed to new heights under her challenge.

Blow after blow, their enthusiasm never waned, until An Yi suddenly grabbed Wu Jue’s arm, attempting to wrestle him to the ground. Wu Jue responded with a grappling move, striking An Yi’s elbow and pinning her down.

An Yi clamped his legs, tripping him, and instantly the two rolled on the ground, each trying to subdue the other.

In a short while, they were both covered with dirt, tussling for nearly ten minutes.

When both were exhausted and gasping for breath, an alarm sounded from the town. Someone shouted, “Enemy invasion! The Heavenly Execution Clan is here!”

Outside the town, tumult and the sound of running echoed. Wu Jue, lying on the ground, could feel the powerful impact from beyond.

The enemy had finally arrived.

At this moment, Xiao Yang pulled out his tablet and checked, “Damn, the Heavenly Execution Clan has sent our nemesis to attack the town. It’s Desai again.”

Wu Jue frowned. Last time he escaped, and Wu Jue knew he wouldn’t let it go.

He turned to the shocked Xun’er and said, “Go notify your mayor and tell her what kind of enemy has arrived!”

“You… what are you going to do?” Xun’er asked in fear.

Wu Jue stood stubbornly. “Now, we have only one choice: to stand together.”

An Yi struggled to her feet, grabbed Wu Jue, her gaze transformed, “Wu Jue, I’ll help you. Let’s do this together.”

Xun’er quickly recovered, gathering Xiao Han, Xiao Yang, and the others, and led Wu Jue and An Yi toward the mayor.

They staggered to the mayor’s door. An Yi and Wu Jue supported each other, exchanging smiles despite themselves.

Wu Jue touched his chin and said, “Princess, you really beat me up!”

An Yi retorted, “You’re one to talk—you bruised my eyes! I’ve never met a man so ruthless, especially a monk.”

Wu Jue sighed, “What a sin, what a sin. At times like this, I can’t worry about such things.”

As they spoke, they arrived at the mayor’s command post. The mayor was directing a dozen witches, forming a defensive formation to resist the attack outside.

A crystal ball in the center showed the outside: Desai’s arrogant figure appeared, commanding ferocious beasts to assault the town.

But a natural barrier surrounded the town, keeping the monsters at bay. Even as they attacked desperately, they could not breach it.

Unexpectedly, some monsters were drawn by the pink mist within the town, gradually losing their fighting spirit and ceasing resistance.

The mayor turned to Wu Jue and his companions, saying, “You see, you are very determined, but now you’ve seen it too. No one can break through here. You should relax.”

Wu Jue shook his head, “No! You don’t understand how formidable the opponent is this time. Even without the Heavenly Execution Clan backing him, he could break through. Desai himself is a master of dark arts.”

The mayor smiled, “I can see that. Perhaps it’s time to find someone for a worthy contest.”

She glanced at Wu Jue, her robes now changed to a magical gown, and floated out.

Wu Jue shook his head and turned to An Yi, “How long will it take you to recover?”

An Yi wiped the blood from her mouth and sat cross-legged, “Give me an hour and I’ll be as good as new. What, are you planning to leave?”

Wu Jue said, “For now, leaving is our only option. For the town’s safety, we must lure Desai away. Given his character, he’ll want revenge.”

He remembered their last battle in the underground vault, where Desai was completely outmatched. Now, how could he not seek payback?

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