Chapter 116: Superior Protection, Break the Formation!

The Thirteen Stick Monks of Shaolin!
In Happy’s memories from his past life, these thirteen Shaolin monks were far stronger than the thirteen swordsmen who followed the Desert Swordsman “Marquis of Dingbei” from the Desert Kingdom.
The “Thirteen Stick Monks of Shaolin” possessed astonishing combat skills and practiced a set of magic stick formations, mastering the art of using numbers to overwhelm the few. Through coordinated attacks, even if dozens of experts at the Creation Realm struck at once, they could easily withstand and eliminate them. They gained great fame during the mission to celebrate the Emperor’s birthday.
In fact, these thirteen men were even Happy’s senior brothers in his past life—only that Happy was too weak back then, so they dismissed him.
“In my last life, you also lost the cargo here at the last moment, ruining all your efforts. This time, let me clean up the mess.”
Hearing the intense fighting sounds from the road ahead, the young man in blue slowly stood up from his seat—he was none other than “Happy,” who had rushed to the foot of Songshan Mountain under the cover of night.
Dressing in black combat attire, Happy’s calm and indifferent face appeared even more mysterious and handsome. He calmly took out another black cloth strip, tied it around his face, and with a swift motion, leaped out of the pavilion.
…
The battle took place at the intersection ahead.
The already heavily damaged courier cart had one of its wheels split in half, with three ornate boxes scattered on the ground. Not far away, a horse struck by an arrow lay motionless in a pool of blood, dead for some time.
*Thud!*
*Clang…*
The thirteen stick monks, faces filled with anger, guarded the boxes, fighting fiercely against over thirty players surrounding them. On both sides of the road, there were also a dozen skilled archers, their eyes sharp as they aimed their arrows at one of the stick monks each, helping to disrupt their formation.
It was clear these people had planned everything carefully and had been watching the Thirteen Stick Monks for a long time.
Although the stick monks had an advantage in group combat, the players lurking here were no amateurs. They avoided prolonged battles and only launched brief attacks using the archers from afar, forcing the stick monks to juggle multiple tasks. Unable to leave the cart, they soon found themselves overwhelmed. Three of the stick monks were injured by arrows, greatly reducing their combat strength, and it became difficult to maintain their formation.
On the other hand, the opponents continued to feint attacks, coordinating with the archers to launch occasional strong assaults. The Thirteen Stick Monks were all filled with rage and indignation:
“Wretched scoundrels! If you’ve got guts, stop hiding!”

“Hahaha……We’re just ordinary folks, but anyway, we’re taking those darts from you! And your lives too!!” The attackers paid no attention to themonk monk’s curses, continuing to sneer as they used this method to drain the thirteenmonk monks’ strength and gradually destroy their formation.
“Come and get them if you’ve got the guts! Impenetrable defense!”
At the leadmonk monk’s furious shout, the thirteen Shaolin monks simultaneously changed their tactics. Their iron rods spun like wheels, moving forward and backward in sequence, creating a flurry of rod shadows that completely blocked the arrows. Even the attacking players were stunned, losing their footing and several of them were injured.
The thirteenmonk monks made full use of the combined power of their long weapons and archery skills!
“Trivial tricks.”
One of the attackers stepped forward—tall, clad in black, with sharp eyes. His arms spread wide like mechanical limbs as he soared upward like an eagle, diving at the nearest Shaolinmonk monk.
“Get lost!”
The thirteenmonk monks reacted swiftly. Three of them lined up and rushed forward, their Golden Rods swinging with tremendous force to strike the attacker…
Boom!
The attacker was hit in the waist, thighs, and chest, screaming as he flew backward.
But… as the attacks struck, a massive force rebounded from him. The three Shaolin monks felt their internal energy surge as they stepped back, their faces turning red.
The archers in the distance seized this opening in their “impenetrable defense.” All three were hit by arrows, creating a gap in their formation, rendering it almost useless.
It took the efforts of severalmonk monks using their rod shadows to avert disaster. Yet their arms were now pierced by arrows, limiting their movements, and it was impossible to maintain the formation any longer…
The leadmonk monk glared at the man. “Iron Robe!”
Only then did the othermonk monks realize that the man hit by their three comrades had simply stepped back a few times before regaining his balance. His expression remained calm, his voice loud and strong—seemingly unharmed at all.
Even a master-level protective ability shouldn’t have such terrifying defenses?!
“Naive of me!”
A cold snort came from the air.
The man had already leaped high again, diving at them.
“Go back!”
A fewmonk monks turned alertly and attacked with full force, sending him flying once more.
Ordinary players, even if strong, would suffer severe internal injuries after such blows.

However, this time the latter only stepped back three times before dispelling all the force on him, slowly raising his head to reveal a face filled with arrogance and a fierce expression.
The Thirteen Stick Monks’ expressions changed drastically…
“Supreme Body Protection.”
“At least they have some sense.”
The man sneered coldly, then his smile vanished, replaced by an unhesitatingly deadly expression: “Attack!”
The archers moved as one; over thirty masters at the Creation Realm launched their assault together.
With their strength greatly diminished and without the protection of their stick formation, the Thirteen Stick Monks could not withstand the siege of more than three masters of the same rank, not to mention the professional archers shooting arrows from afar.
In less than ten exchanges…
The Thirteen Stick Monks were all knocked down, their blood staining the carriage and tribute goods they had guarded for days.
“The people from Shaolin Temple should be arriving soon. Grab the treasure boxes, let’s go!”
The group acted swiftly, annihilating the Thirteen Stick Monks, hastily taking what they wanted, leaving behind chaos before disappearing without a trace.
Just as they left, a disheveled middle-aged man appeared among the corpses of the Thirteen Stick Monks. He frowned, glanced around, and shook his head in exasperation:
“Damn it! If I had known these monks were so useless, I would have helped you take care of those archers. Sigh!”
After saying that, he glanced in the direction the group had gone, hesitating whether to chase after them.
With nearly fifty masters at the Creation Realm acting in such coordinated fashion, they must belong to some family or faction. It would be difficult for him alone to snatch anything from such a well-organized group.
Just as the disheveled man was undecided, his expression suddenly changed. He leaped forward and vanished like lightning.
The sound of horse hooves thundered!
“Go! Go!”
“Circumfuse them!”
The group that had just obtained the treasure rushed back quickly, dust rising behind them. A group of formidable, ruthless men pursued on horseback.
The burly, dark-skinned man led the way, moving at lightning speed without daring to look back, his face filled with anger and panic:
Damn it!
It was bad enough to run into the Green Forest Alliance right after robbing them—how could there… be masters at the Mysterious Realm?!