Chapter 719 - 277: I Hope You’re Not So Weak You Spoil My Fun
Chapter 719: Chapter 277: I Hope You’re Not So Weak You Spoil My Fun
"I hope you won’t be too weak and spoil my fun."
With that, he neither drew a Spiritual Artifact nor channeled his Spiritual Power, but simply stood his ground and waited for three breaths.
Clearly, not only was he not intimidated by the Buddha’s Light Reflecting Body, but a hint of interest even appeared in his eyes.
Seeing this, Fazhao Arhat’s brow furrowed slightly, and he was instantly on guard.
’Such arrogance. If he isn’t an absolute idiot, then he must be supremely confident in his abilities.’
’Although he couldn’t fathom the source of his opponent’s confidence, it would cost him nothing to be cautious.’
Still, concerned with saving face and not wanting to lose the upper hand in presence, Fazhao Arhat didn’t take the opportunity to draw his Spiritual Artifact early.
However, he was secretly reciting Buddhist Teachings and preparing his Spiritual Power.
"Hmph. You don’t know what’s good for you!"
Seeing that Fazhao Arhat hadn’t drawn a Spiritual Artifact, the black-robed youth snorted coldly.
He stomped a foot on the ground and vanished in an instant.
The next moment, he reappeared directly behind Fazhao Arhat.
Swinging a fist the size of a sandbag, he smashed it down on the Arhat’s head.
The punch was thrown without a sound.
The fist moved so fast that the sound of it tearing through the air couldn’t keep up.
Fortunately, Fazhao Arhat had been on high alert the moment the black-robed youth vanished.
With no time to think, he instinctively activated the Vajra Spell to protect himself.
Golden light flared around his entire body, as if he had donned a golden Kasaya.
CLANG!
First came a tremendous clang, like metal striking stone.
CRACK!
Then, a long crack appeared on the Kasaya.
Immediately after, sent flying by the tremendous force of the impact, Fazhao Arhat stumbled forward three consecutive steps before he could barely steady himself.
"Senior Brother, look out behind you!"
Only then did one of the Arhats’ belated warning cry out.
He had shouted the warning the very instant he saw the black-robed youth move, but his opponent was so fast that the words came too late.
"What?"
"How can this be?"
"Such speed! And what a fast fist!"
The crowd watching from behind turned pale with shock.
After only a single exchange, Fazhao Arhat was already at a disadvantage.
’If this is how it’s going... could it be that the black-robed youth has also taken that step?’
At this realization, the hearts that had just settled were once again lodged in their throats.
Now, all their hopes rested entirely on Fazhao Arhat.
After all, if even he was defeated, who else could possibly deal with the black-robed youth?
They would all surely be cut down and killed.
’What domineering fist power!’
As the one who had taken the blow, Fazhao Arhat had a much clearer sense of just how powerful that punch had been.
Even though he had already directed his True Essence to disperse the force, the concussive power of the blow still made his Qi Blood surge, and his face flushed a deep red.
’That black-robed youth’s monstrous strength... it’s simply inhuman!’
Fazhao Arhat’s eyes narrowed. ’If this continues,’ he thought, ’I’ll be defeated in just a few more moves.’
’I have to strike first and avoid a direct clash of strength.’
At this thought, he boomed a Buddhist chant, "Amitabha Buddha!"
As he spoke, he brought his hands together before his chest and pushed them forward.
A pair of enormous golden handprints shot out, closing in from the left and right as if to clap the black-robed youth between them.
The golden handprints were not fast, but they carried an invisible binding force.
An ordinary Cultivator caught in this would be pinned in place, unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as the Buddha’s hands closed in to crush them.
The black-robed youth, however, remained perfectly composed, showing no signs of being suppressed at all.
With a single leap backward, he easily escaped the range of the Buddha’s hands.
But he didn’t stop there. Instead, he clenched his fist again and swung it forward.
Dozens of blue, ethereal fists immediately materialized around him and shot forward one after another.
BAM! BAM! CRACK!
The blue fists collided with the golden Buddha’s hands and punched right through them.
The remaining fists even continued onward to strike Fazhao Arhat directly.
They completely shattered the already damaged golden Kasaya protecting his body.
"Pfft—!"
The last two fists slammed into Fazhao Arhat’s chest, causing him to spit up a mouthful of blood.
In this exchange of Magic, he had lost to his opponent once again.
What was more terrifying was that the black-robed youth had already escaped the range of the Buddha’s hands, yet he had still chosen to meet the attack head-on.
He was clearly and deliberately showing off his own power.
He was using his actions to demonstrate his overwhelming strength.
"Senior Brother!"
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
"Master Fahao!"
The crowd cried out in alarm again, each of them staring at the scene in disbelief.
A hint of despair and confusion welled up in the eyes of many.
’Where did this black-robed Cultivator even come from? How can he be so powerful?’
After all, in the minds of many, Fazhao Arhat had been the undisputed number one among the Tier Three Cultivators of the Compassion Sea.
Yet now, he was being beaten back at every turn.
In a mere two exchanges, he had been beaten so badly he was injured and vomiting blood.
’What are we going to do?’
Many of the Cultivators began to panic. ’If even Fazhao Arhat can’t defeat him, does that mean we’re all going to be slaughtered by these Evil Cultivators today?’
"The so-called number one? Is this all you’ve got?"
The black-robed Cultivator stood his ground, frowning. "You’re far too weak. You’re not worthy of being my opponent at all."
"I’ll give you another three breaths. Hurry up and show me your true strength."