From the forest sprang Li Ang, naturally.

He rushed forward, slamming a palm into a youth about to poke a paper mill worker's eye out with a stick, sending him flying into the midst of the oddly dressed group, instantly scattering their formation.

Li Ang's sudden appearance immediately attracted the attention of both sides. Everyone subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at the Asian monk who was still striking a pose (Li Ang had asked the town mayor for a set of linen monk's robes before leaving, and wore them over his clothes).

"Hoo."

Li Ang exhaled impressively, retracted his palm, and stood upright, saying indifferently to the crowd, "Who are you people?"

""

The paper mill workers and the oddly dressed individuals exchanged glances, unsure of the Asian monk's background and how to respond.

In the silence, a middle-aged man in a light blue paper mill uniform (the others were wearing dark blue uniforms) stepped forward and hesitantly said to Li Ang, "I am Carpenter Hornberg, the owner of the Hornberg Paper Company in the town of Antium. These are my workers.

These people are... an illegal organization occupying the forest belonging to the Hornberg Paper Company."

Hearing the paper mill owner's words, the oddly dressed group became agitated and loudly retorted, "You lying demon! Who's the illegal organization?!

Everything we do is for the earth and the forest, for the great and sacred cause of environmental protection, in response to Her Majesty the Queen's environmental protection slogan!"

"But you didn't pass the official organization certification application of Antium, and you are indeed literally occupying the forest I bought, hindering our production work!"

The paper mill owner frowned, shouting angrily with no less momentum than the other party, "And! You also kidnapped my two children! Brainwashing them, instilling them with your dangerous, incomprehensible forest-first ideology!"

At odds with each other, the two groups began to accuse each other fiercely again, each arguing their own point, the scene as lively as a modern shopping mall during a sale.

"Stop arguing!"

Li Ang shouted loudly, swinging the Shepherd Soul bronze long scythe in his hand, splitting a tree that could only be embraced by one person.

"Tseng!"

The scythe easily cut through the solid trunk, and the towering tree seemed to be in slow motion, slowly tilting, accompanied by the rustling of branches, and finally crashing to the ground!

Li Ang's action of splitting the tree in one blow really shocked the two groups. They had only heard in legends that there were warriors in this world who could easily split monuments and crack stones.

A strong, young lumberjack's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself, "The storybooks didn't lie to me. There really are fighters who control Dou Qi!"

Li Ang glanced at him and said indifferently, "I'm not some kind of fighter, just a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

You're fighting in front of me. What if you fight to the death and cause a fatality? That wouldn't be good.

As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You'd better go to a faraway place and beat each other up,

so you don't die in front of me, and I can't save you, which would only increase my karma."

The group looked at each other, collectively dumbfounded.

What kind of logic is that?

"Hmm? Unwilling?"

Li Ang completely ignored the dumbfounded group, frowned, and said indifferently, "Are you determined to fight to the death in front of me, increasing my karma, preventing me from becoming a Buddha?"

His tone became unkind, and the scythe in his hand gently swayed in the wind, as if it would be suddenly thrown out in the next second, reaping lives.

Faced with this mentally unstable monk, both the paper mill workers and the oddly dressed individuals were somewhat timid,

subconsciously taking a half-step back.

"Let's go."

A young man with paint on his face hesitated and said to his companions, preparing to enter the depths of the forest.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, he saw Li Ang rushing towards him like lightning, the cold, sharp tip of the scythe hovering in front of his neck.

The young man's body involuntarily stiffened, unable to move, his legs trembling.

Li Ang narrowed his eyes and questioned unkindly, "Where do you think you're going?"

The young man felt the sharp tip pressing against the skin of his neck, wanting to cry but having no tears, and could only raise his hands tremblingly to show that he had no hostility.

The young man stuttered, "I, I want to take my companions back to our home in the depths of the forest."

"Home?"

Li Ang's eyes widened. "Goodness, you want to leave here to find reinforcements so you can encircle and suppress me, is that it?"

Who wants to encircle and suppress you!

The young man wanted to complain, but considering that his neck was about to be cut open, he decided not to say anything.

At this time, several teammates had also arrived, vaguely surrounding the group,

The paper mill owner saw the change in the situation and hesitantly said to Li Ang, "This monk, Your Excellency, we have no hostility.

If you don't mind, can we leave first?"

"That won't do."

Li Ang said in a serious manner, "I've changed my mind. Since saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, I've decided to continue letting you fight to the death,

so I can save those who are dying and brush up on my merit.

Come on, keep fighting, don't stop."

???

The paper mill owner was dumbfounded, standing blankly in place.

"Hahaha, don't be nervous."

Li Ang laughed loudly when he saw this, put away his scythe, patted the stiff young man on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and said casually, "I'm a monk, how could I do such a harmful thing?"

"Ha, ha, ha."

The young man smiled awkwardly with a stiff face. Under his influence, the others also laughed awkwardly.

Li Ang nodded and said seriously, "I only like to eat vegetarian food and chant scriptures, and also rob houses, kill people, set fires, and kill everyone who sees my true face."

???

The expressions on everyone's faces froze again, and Li Ang smiled again, "Just kidding."

"Hoo."

Everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Ang added, "How could I possibly eat vegetarian food and chant scriptures?"

???

Everyone present, including the several players watching, felt a strong sense of pain, wishing they could swarm up and beat this Asian monk countless times.

But under the threat of that big scythe, no one dared to move.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Li Ang swung the scythe in a flourish and said calmly, "As a monk, I have a responsibility to stop the tragic deaths before my eyes.

Come on, tell me why you're fighting."

Li Ang suddenly jumped out to organize these two gangs not because he suddenly had a kind heart, but because of the "Antium Town" written on the uniforms worn by the paper mill workers.

It was the location of the next Magic Mirror Fragment.