Chapter 201: Going All Out

Electromagnetic interference? There was no way a lama monastery would employ such means, leaving those present feeling the situation was dire.

The Blue Storm was indeed making its move!

"It seems they've outmaneuvered us and crossed the border. This is bad; we can't establish contact with them now that they're inside," Yezi said with concern.

Shifu Yunmiao gave Yang Chen a strange look. "Didn't you say you wanted to check out the monastery? Why aren't you going?"

"Why, don't you need me here to intercept the Blue Storm?" Yang Chen asked with a smile.

"Now that they're here and we can't see them, we can't just sit and wait," Shifu Yunmiao said.

Yang Chen chuckled softly. "I think if we're going, we should all go. Staying here serves no purpose anymore. Having one more person there might provide extra support. What do you think?"

Haitao and Yezi glanced at each other and nodded. Their work was halted due to the instrument malfunction, and they were worried about the extent of the battle ahead.

Soon, led by Yang Chen, the five of them left the tent and headed towards the Panlong Ancient Temple.

Meanwhile, inside the main hall of the temple, Fire Gun, Duanren, and others who had entered found themselves astonished. In the hall, five lamas, including Danzhuo, were draped in crimson robes, seated beneath a bronze Buddha statue, chanting scriptures.

The melodious chanting echoed in everyone's ears.

The sides of the hall were lined with dilapidated pillars, the vermilion paint peeling off. In front of the Buddha statue, incense wafted gently, fragrant like orchids and musk.

There was no sign of a battle-ready atmosphere in the hall; it seemed as peaceful as the dawn's first light.

Danzhuo appeared elderly with white hair and a withered face, except for his sharp, eagle-like eyes, fixed directly on the five intruders.

The four Dharmapalas in front of him—Mahākāla, Mahāpratisarā, Mahāmudrā, and Mahākaruṇā—were slightly stout, middle-aged lamas with full earlobes, holding ink jade beads with calm expressions.

Apart from them, there was no one else in the hall. Fire Gun, impatient, upon seeing that the Dharma Body of Mahāvairocana they were after wasn't present, fired his machine gun in rapid succession, sparks flying across the floor.

"Danzhuo! Hand over the Vairocana's Body!" Fire Gun roared.

Danzhuo remained silent, continuing to chant Buddhist scriptures.

"Feng, you're fast. Search the entire Panlong Monastery. The rest of us will keep an eye on these five," Duanren commanded.

Feng complied and immediately dashed towards the side hall, his figure like a gust of wind, incredibly fast.

3.5

However, before Feng could enter the side hall, his body was suddenly blocked by an invisible wall, emitting a loud "bang" as he was forcefully propelled backward!

Feng spun around, barely regaining his balance, staring incredulously towards the entrance of the side hall. A snow-white arm extended from the side hall, followed by a voluptuous blonde woman clad in a tight blue leather vest and black military boots, wearing a seductive smile. With hazel eyes, she greeted the people present in a slightly unfamiliar Yanxia dialect, "Hello."

As soon as the blonde woman appeared, the atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.

"Blue Storm operatives," the composed Da Jiao frowned. "Have they entered Panlong Monastery?"

"Team leader, the intel was wrong. This is bad," Feng said.

Duanren gritted his teeth. "Intel errors are inevitable. The enemy's technology is more advanced than ours; reconnaissance can't be perfect. Now, we have to fight head-on."

At this moment, Tianlong stepped forward. "Capture the thieves first, catch the leader. Retreat is no longer an option. We deal with the old monk first!"

Before his words had even finished, Tianlong had already rushed towards the four Dharmapalas in front. Seeing this, the Dharmapalas abandoned their seated postures and stood up, hands clasped together.

As Tianlong's dragon claw moved, it aimed to seize Danzhuo on the ground, but Danzhuo remained motionless. Mahākāla and Mahāpratisarā jointly blocked Tianlong's attack.

The two Dharmapalas raised their hands simultaneously to stop Tianlong's assault. Their punch trajectories were incredibly peculiar, deflecting Tianlong's consecutive strikes with an arc.

"Esoteric Jia Ye Fist?" Tianlong paused, his face turning grim.

"Namo Amitabha, Tianlong benefactor is indeed from the Shaolin Sect, recognizing this fist technique."

Tianlong snorted, and his bones crackled like popping beans. An invisible aura emanated from his body. "Although the Jia Ye Fist is transmitted by Bodhidharma, it's not invincible. Let's see if you can withstand my Shaolin Marrow Cleansing Inner Strength!"

"True Qi manifesting externally, reaching the pinnacle of acquired realm?" The calm Mahāpratisarā's eyes flashed with brilliance as he murmured softly.

Tianlong roared angrily and once again pounced towards Mahākāla and Mahāpratisarā. This time, as the three clashed, muffled thuds resonated, like the tolling of a huge bell, rippling out invisible waves.

Duanren and the other four dared not underestimate the situation. Duanren and Feng charged towards the remaining two Dharmapalas, Mahāmudrā and Mahākaruṇā, engaging in a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

Meanwhile, Fire Gun lifted his heavy machine gun, opening fire on the blonde woman of the Blue Storm!

Facing the onslaught of bullets, the blonde woman didn't flinch. Instead, she extended her palm, creating a transparent shield in front of her that intercepted all the bullets, dropping them harmlessly to the ground half a foot away!

"Damn it! What kind of freakish ability is this?!"

"I got this!" Da Jiao shouted, his voice heavy as he exerted his strength, taking a large step forward and delivering a powerful spinning kick!

The blonde woman pulled out a silver special-made triple-barreled handgun while maintaining the shield in front of her with her other hand, her eyes gleaming with a cold light.

Da Jiao's spinning kick, infused with inner force, generated a ripple on the transparent shield, followed by a violent air burst that shattered the shield!

Before the blonde woman could shoot at Da Jiao, Fire Gun seized the opportunity. Bullets from his machine gun flew past Da Jiao, directly aiming at the woman's head!

Unable to shoot, the woman reluctantly evaded the barrage of bullets, prioritizing her safety by dodging behind a pillar.

Da Jiao exchanged a "well done" look with Fire Gun before closing in on the blonde woman. His consecutive powerful kicks forced her to keep dodging, leaving her with no opportunity to shoot.

Seeing Da Jiao temporarily out of danger, Fire Gun aimed his gun at Danzhuo. He knew it was necessary to take action now without hesitation.

But before Fire Gun could fire, his machine gun was suddenly drawn upwards by a strong force, preventing him from aiming.

"Come on!" a man with an English accent called out from above.

The machine gun in Fire Gun's hand was sucked away by the enormous force, landing directly in the hands of a white man with chestnut-colored hair hanging from the beam above!

Clad in a blue leather jacket with the American flag and tornado emblem on his chest, the white man grinned at Fire Gun. "Your gun now belongs to me!"

"Damn it!" Fire Gun cursed in frustration. But he wasn't purely reliant on weapons; he immediately sprinted, taking two consecutive steps on a column before leaping towards the beam!

"Hoo hoo!" The white man dodged downwards, evading Fire Gun's pounce and whistled. "Andy! Punk! Carlos! It's showtime!"

With his shout, two black men in blue leather jackets emerged from the other side of the side hall, wearing black sunglasses and grinning widely, revealing their white teeth.

A relatively slender white man wearing brown sunglasses suddenly appeared from the direction where the blonde woman and Da Jiao were tangled. He caught Da Jiao off guard with a sudden attack, striking him with a leg sweep.

As Da Jiao attempted to block with his leg, a blue-purple electric current flowed from the man's foot!

Da Jiao hastily retracted his leg, flipping backward to avoid it narrowly!

The white man's foot was actually clad in a pair of metallic boots designed for conducting electricity!

"That was close," Da Jiao exclaimed, sweating profusely. This unknown confrontation was truly unpredictable.

At this moment, Feng and Duanren were locked in a fierce battle with Dharmapalas Mahāmudrā and Mahākaruṇā. Although Tianlong's strength surpassed that of Dharmapalas Mahākāla and Mahāpratisarā, facing them both simultaneously, he couldn't gain the upper hand in a short time.

Fire Gun and Da Jiao gathered together, watching the sudden appearance of the five Blue Storm members with bewilderment.

"Damn it, weren't there only three of them?" Fire Gun eyed the approaching five Blue Storm members warily.

Da Jiao pressed the communication button on his earpiece, but all he heard was chaotic static, his face turning pale. "Communication's been cut off. We can't call for backup!"

Fire Gun tested it himself and confirmed the same, but he didn't panic. He reached behind him, pulling out two large-caliber modified automatic pistols. Spitting on the ground, he said, "When it's life or death, might as well go all out!"