Gao Liang watched from the sidelines. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was no ordinary tactic—Chuancun Tarō had deployed a type of fragrant incense specifically designed to incapacitate people. Even the most powerful warriors, once exposed to this aroma, would inevitably fall asleep—either for a full day or at least four hours. With their combat capabilities completely nullified, it was clear that Old Zhi had to step in. If Old Zhi didn’t demonstrate his prowess, he would be considered a mere sick cat. "说完，林天浩便将衣兜里的丹药抛给昏迷中的少林弟子。林天浩与各位少林弟子各自接过丹药，服下后顿时感到全身轻松，一分钟后竟纷纷醒来。众人随即摆出阵法，无论川村太郎和山田如何进攻，始终无法攻破。 damn it—看来必须使出绝招才行。川村太郎毕竟是位出色的异能高手，他调整了进攻策略，与山田联手出击，共同防守，依然采取避实就虚的战术，趁少林弟子尚未完全恢复状态，集中攻击其最薄弱的环节。高亮在一旁清晰地观察着，随即对林天浩等人说道："你们各就各位！继续强强联合，共同防御，攻防兼备！" 高亮的出色调教，令手下的少林弟子个个精神振奋。 Sugiyama and Yamada had hoped to strike unexpectedly and catch their opponents off guard, assuming that the Shaolin disciples would be relaxed—especially at the point they themselves considered their weakest. Yet it was precisely this supposed vulnerability that turned out to be a carefully constructed illusion, with the real strength lying in a well-balanced defense and offense. When Sugiyama and Yamada, working in unison, launched their fierce palm attacks, the Shaolin disciples, under the refined guidance of Gao Liang, deployed a "trap" formation—arranging themselves like a waiting net. As soon as Sugiyama and Yamada stepped into the trap, they were immediately sealed in place. "Now it's time to close the door and turn the dogs around!" "Let's pummel the dogs that have just fallen into the water!" "Highlight smiled brightly beside, then, under the guidance of the young master Lin Tianhao, the young Shaolin disciples surged with energy, growing more determined with every wave of battle. Thanks to seamless teamwork, the hundred-and-eight Shaolin Arhats formed an iron-clad encirclement—inner three layers, middle three layers, outer three layers, totaling nine layers—completely sealing off the川村太郎and山田, so tightly that even a golden peacock would struggle to escape, let alone the already weary川村太郎and山田. 'Puff... puff...' They collapsed like camels finally crushed under the last straw, utterly powerless to break through the increasingly tight and unshakable Shaolin Hundred-and-Eight Arhat formation. 'Kill him! Kill them! It's said that many of our Chinese compatriots have fallen at their hands! They have taken the lives of so many of our fellow citizens! We must avenge ourselves! We must avenge ourselves!" "Some Shaolin disciples became wildly enthusiastic, and Master Lin Tianhao was equally excited. He and one of the Shaolin disciples each held a mountain-clearing axe, charging simultaneously toward the heads of Yamada and Kawanishi Tarō... 'You must not! You must not!' a clear female voice rang out. The Shaolin disciples turned to see a beautiful Japanese girl using her body to block both Master Lin and the Shaolin disciple. But it was too late—Master Lin and the Shaolin disciple had moved with extraordinary speed, and such a violent, chaotic attack, resulting in multiple axe blows to the head, was extremely likely when emotions were at their peak. The Japanese girl was Emiko. High-light's heart skipped a beat; a layer of frost formed on her face. It seemed the Japanese truly cared for their own people. Yet, if Emiko were to fall victim to such a violent, chaotic attack, it would be a tragic loss of life. High-light clearly distinguished between right and wrong. Immediately, she raised her voice: 'I am the wind—I am the risk control!'” As soon as the words were spoken, two slender blue gust blades roared forth. "Leftward, inclined at 60 degrees! Rightward, inclined at 30 degrees!" Gao Liang focused his spirit energy to steer the already-projected gust blades along their intended paths. "Crash! Crash!" The two blue blades struck the mountain axes held by Lin Tianhao and a Shaolin disciple, shifting each axe precisely as instructed. "Good heavens! Good heavens!" the Shaolin disciples exclaimed in awe. It turned out that the two mountain axes suddenly reversed direction, just one centimeter from Mei Huizi's position, and fell into the gaps among the crowd, making a soft "thud" each, landing three centimeters from the feet of the Shaolin disciples. Such refined mastery of gust control—rare indeed in the entire universe—was a specialty of Gao Liang's. Among all his abilities, gust control stood out as truly unique and unparalleled. While the younger Shaolin disciples cheered and clapped, Gao Liang approached Misako, speaking to her in a cold tone: "This is the Shaolin Temple of the People's Republic of China. You have no role here—please don't interfere!" Without waiting for any reaction from Misako, he turned to the still lying川村太郎 and Yamada and said, "You two—get back to Japan! This is our territory!" "Gao Grandfather! I mean, Grandfather! Yes! Yes! We'll go! We'll go!" Both川村太郎 and Yamada had suffered a major setback. They never expected Gao Liang's Hundred-Eighty-Five Monks Formation to be so powerful, and his just-displayed risk-control ability was nothing short of divine—how could they dare challenge him again? Like defeated roosters, they hung their heads low, nodding vigorously with their heads bowed, saying, "Thank you, Grandfather, for sparing our lives! Spare our lives!" "Having said that, the two of them exerted every ounce of strength, supporting each other and staggering out of the mountain gate. Fearing that the Shaolin disciples might pursue them and continue their scolding, they panicked and rushed blindly—colliding hard with a large tree, ending up with bruised noses and faces, bleeding from their heads, and crying out, "Oh my!" This scene left the Shaolin disciples thoroughly delighted.