?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng didn't immediately rush out to fight them head-on, because outside, besides Mizuno Toshinari, there were nine more Shinto Buddhist monks. Even if one only considered individual combat, these nine would be stronger than him—not weaker. With Mizuno Toshinari added to that, his confidence grew even more fragile. "An elder monk raised both hands in salutation, saying, 'When will the cycle of mutual grievances finally end?' Master Nakamura remained silent. In his heart, he cared about nothing but resentment. Another elder monk asked, 'Master Nakamura, have you been staying with us continuously?' With a cold smile, he scoffed, 'Indeed. Though your hiding places are well concealed, with Qin Feng's capabilities, he would inevitably find us here. Rather than actively broadcast our presence, we'll simply wait here—this way, at least we won't raise suspicion through deliberate signals.' Several monks nodded and then closed their eyes, beginning to meditate. Qin Feng sent Xiao Ding to a location five kilometers away, waiting for the arrival of the female officer. An hour later, Isabel arrived, and her first question was, 'How many people are on the other side?' 'Nine.' "He replied, 'Besides the nine Buddhist monks, there's also a confident middle-aged man, Nishimura Toshihisa. I've observed him for a long time, yet I can't quite see where his confidence stems from. However, it's clear that the young man has had some remarkable experiences—though I'm not sure exactly what they are; perhaps only after taking action will we find out!' This isn't surprising, since he already believed the mutant humanoid creatures had been completely eradicated and therefore didn't expect anything different. 'Whatever the experience, we'll just keep killing,' said the beautiful instructor, clenching her fists. 'But those nine monks aren't easy to handle—do you have any good strategies?' Honestly, he didn't. Aside from the simple strategy of fighting when possible and retreating when necessary, his mind was completely blank. This approach works well against one or two monks—sudden appearances and disappearances often confuse them, and when they're caught off guard, they frequently find themselves scrambling." Now they have nine people, and even when managing eight directions simultaneously, they still have room to assign one person to handle the flanking duties. Isabella suggested, "Why don't we have Xiao Ding lead us in, and each of us pick a target—suddenly appear and eliminate them. That way, we'll eliminate two people at once. Then we repeat the same strategy. Even if the second attempt only succeeds half the time, we'll still knock out at least three of the opponents!" Qin Shao nodded, "And then what?" "Then... then we'll see." The beautiful instructor wasn't very decisive, and in fact, the suggestion she had just made had been used by Qin Feng before—more than once. "Hmm... alright," he said. "Then let's just take it step by step!" Together, they entered Xiao Ding and drifted toward the small temple. When they approached within ten meters, one monk opened his eyes. After entering the temple, three others opened their eyes simultaneously. Others gradually opened their eyes, sensing a growing danger approaching, though no one could clearly explain its origin. Muneyoshi Nakamura immediately asked, "What's happening?" "The danger is real," replied the senior monk leading the group. "Then let us prepare for battle." He leapt to his feet, his hands clenching and unclenching with a crisp sound. Inside the small pavilion, Isabel expressed her disappointment, saying, "They've finally been detected—these old monks' intuitive abilities are truly impressive!" Qin Shao smiled and said, "Yet they haven't yet sensed the source of the danger. We'll wait a while, until they relax, then strike." "Indeed, that's our only option." The two found a spot, laid out a tablecloth, and from his meditation robes summoned a variety of delicious foods and fine wines, enjoying a leisurely picnic. Inside, they feasted heartily, while outside, the others grew increasingly anxious. Especially Naka Jun-nan, who had finally revived and now possessed a special ability, was eagerly waiting to personally defeat Qin Feng and avenge himself. Yet, after patiently waiting for thirty minutes without a single appearance, no one came. He began to doubt whether the monks' sense of awareness had gone awry—though the monks themselves shared the same suspicion. An hour had passed, and Qin Feng and Isabella's picnic was still only halfway through, far from being fully satisfied with food and wine. Two hours later, Naka Jun-nan sat back down, legs crossed, his face now showing clear frustration. After two and a half hours, one monk finally could no longer contain himself and said, "Since all of us sensed the danger together just now, it must have been accurate. I believe the other party must have arrived—perhaps they felt overwhelmed by our numbers and fled!" "That's possible." "Another elder monk agreed, 'No matter how powerful the cultivator may be, he would never have the confidence to challenge us nine. It's clear from the fact that he only targeted solitary individuals!' Midorikawa Shun-nan exclaimed, 'Then what shall we do? If he refuses to show up, how can we defeat him?' The leading elder monk smiled and said, 'Don't worry. We can spread out. Four of us will feign movement toward another direction, while here, there's a basement where three of us can hide. That will leave only two of us, plus Midorikawa少爷. He will surely decide to take a bold stand!' 'Exactly,' Midorikawa Shun-nan agreed. 'Qin Feng is someone who has great confidence in himself and enjoys taking on challenging tasks. Though we still have three of us, he believes he can launch a surprise attack and then face only two of us!' It's no surprise that this strategy has proven so effective for Qin Daxiao. If he hadn't known the inside story, he'd definitely have fallen right into the trap. Unfortunately, however, their plot had not even begun to unfold when it was already exposed to Qin Xiao. In the small pavilion, the beautiful instructor smiled and said, "That guy, Nakamura Shun-nan, really has studied you thoroughly. He truly deserves to be your opponent!" "What can we do about it?" he wiped his mouth with a tissue and replied, "While they're dreaming up all these grand plans, we'll strike suddenly. Have you decided on your targets yet?" "And have you made your choice?" asked the beautiful instructor. "Of course," he said, pointing to the one who looked the most awkward among the monks, "I've picked him. To be a monk and look this way—purely a disgrace to the profession!"