Chapter 413 - 411: Luck Plus a Bit of Strength

Chapter 413: Chapter 411: Luck Plus a Bit of Strength

Golden light suddenly appeared.

As soon as this fist seal emerged, time and space seemed to abruptly stagnate.

All colors, light, smells, sounds, etc., lost their vibrancy, becoming unconscious, without sight, without hearing, as if thoughts ceased to exist.

Even those watching the battle from afar seemed to momentarily fall into an indescribable state, as if the whole world stopped turning.

“The Buddha Domain… truly a strange existence, no wonder it’s the most special among the East Desolation Ten Domains.”

In the entire arena, only Ying Ju and Wu Hong, two true disciples, were unaffected, both frowning deeply.

“The cultivation methods of the Buddha Domain differ from ours; besides martial arts cultivation, they also cultivate the mind. But how easy is it to cultivate the mind? A slight misstep, and one can leap from one extreme to another, hence the saying ’Buddha and demon in one body,’ as many demon cultivators come from the Buddha Domain,” Ying Ju said with a frown.

“Wu Hong, this Buddhist martial technique Suo Yu displayed must have been given by Brother Wan! To cultivate so openly and fearlessly, doesn’t he worry about the sect’s reproach?”

Wu Hong shook his head and said, “Don’t ask me, I don’t know. However, since Brother Wan passed it down, the sect elders must be aware; it’s not something for us to worry about.”

Ying Ju remained silent and said no more, his gaze turning back to the ring.

On the stage, looking at the Tathagata’s shadow behind Suo Yu, Zhong Lin’s expression was unchanged.

In the next moment, boundless light burst forth from his body, his aura abruptly multiplied, reaching an unbelievably terrifying level.

A vast and majestic power emanated from him, shaking the void.

“Azure Dragon Swallowing the Sun.”

Zhong Lin’s figure suddenly vanished, and in the place where he disappeared, a massive Azure Dragon sprawled across the void.

The Azure Dragon stretched out a dragon claw and lightly pressed down.

Suo Yu’s giant fist seal, under this dragon claw, was like an insect trying to stop a cart, instantly crushed without resistance.

Rumbling!

Heaven and earth suddenly cleared, the rolling airwaves transformed into a hurricane, lifting immeasurable fragments of earth and stone, rushing outwards from the center of their battle.

“Ah!”

Accompanied by a scream, the enormous Tathagata Dharma Body shadow behind Suo Yu was shattered.

Crackling!

The muscles and bones throughout his body instantly turned into a pool of mush, his entire being flung hundreds of feet through the air, crashing heavily outside the ring.

Whoosh!

A fierce wind whipped up clouds of dust, as Zhong Lin stepped forward with an indifferent expression, walking out of the dust in a few steps, standing before Suo Yu, looking down from above.

“Cough, cough, excellent fist technique, I lost, I still couldn’t force you to draw your sword.”

Suo Yu spit out mouthfuls of blood, the sound of cracking bones reverberating.

His body was now in a state of ruin, blood gushing from his mouth, unable to stand despite using all his strength, only able to lie within the rubble.

Suo Yu cultivated the Buddha Domain’s magic method, with an unbelievably strong physique among those of the same level, but even he couldn’t stand.

At this moment, cold sweat dripped from his forehead; the physical pain was nothing, the true injury lay in the will, overshadowed by Zhong Lin’s terrifying fist intent.

“Zhong Lin, you are strong, but that’s all, no one can block Brother Sikong’s path, not you, not me. Good luck with what’s to come.”

With that, Suo Yu spat out another mouthful of blood.

Zhong Lin looked down at Suo Yu, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight, contemptuous smile.

“Do you know why your fist intent never breaks through to the next step, to the essence of fist intent?”

Suo Yu turned deathly pale, without a trace of blood, struggling to extend a trembling finger at Zhong Lin.

“Wow!”

Blood surged from his mouth, tracing a rainbow-like arc through the air, only this time more intense and vibrant.

Zhong Lin laughed heartily, turned, and left.

Above the void, Wu Hong looked at the unconscious Suo Yu, sighed, and said, “This Suo Yu… is ruined, a lethal blow to the mind!”

“Ruined and deserved it, his fist intent was tyrannical; he willingly took a wicked path, losing his spirit,” Ying Ju said disdainfully.

After speaking, he cast a suspicious glance at Wu Hong.

“This Suo Yu was probably also from that so-called Turtle Head Association! Now not only did he fail to block Zhong Lin, he’s become a cripple, don’t you have any thoughts?”

Wu Hong pursed his lips, “I work for Brother Wan, but that doesn’t mean I like the Turtle Head Association. If Brother Wan didn’t value Sikong Yan, I would have wanted to eliminate that Turtle Head Association.”

Ying Ju laughed playfully, “Not bad, not bad, seems like you haven’t forgotten what happened back then!”

Wu Hong’s face darkened, he waved his sleeve and left.

Back then, he suffered a similar fate as Zhong Lin, and if it weren’t for performing well in the arena, catching the eye of an elder who then took him as a disciple, he might still be struggling for decades, naturally leaving him with no fondness for that Turtle Head Association.

Watching Wu Hong leave, Ying Ju’s smile faded, his gaze landing on Zhong Lin, muttering, “Seems I was wrong, didn’t expect such a fitting disciple in the Juying Association. If you can truly reach that step, I wouldn’t mind stepping in, Third Saint Heir… hmph!”

…

Zhong Lin, unaware of the conversation above his head, took out a healing elixir from the storage bracelet and swallowed it. As the medicinal power spread, the piercing pain from his internal organs slowly subsided.

He hadn’t emerged unscathed from the fight with Suo Yu; Suo Yu was indeed strong, his fist intent was certainly not weaker than his. If he hadn’t defeated him in the final moments, when Suo Yu brought out his lifebound weapon, it wouldn’t have ended as easily.

As he walked, Zhong Lin’s steps suddenly halted as Liu Ziyang appeared in the distance.

Their eyes met, a murderous intent pervading the void.

Yet without exchanging words, they quickly parted ways.

“Zhong Lin, Zhong Lin.”

Chu Yu rushed over from afar, his face full of excitement.

Coming to Zhong Lin’s side, he slapped his shoulder and said loudly, “Zhong Lin, you’re amazing, how did you make it to the top ten in the tournament?”

“Luck, combined with a bit of strength.”

Zhong Lin shrugged with a smile.

“Tsk! So modest, do you know why I lost in just one match?”

“Lost in just one match?”

Zhong Lin was surprised; he hadn’t paid attention to Chu Yu lately and didn’t know his situation.

Chu Yu said, full of frustration, “In my first match, my opponent was Suo Yu.”

“Pfft!”

This time Zhong Lin couldn’t hold back and laughed heartily.

Chu Yu’s luck was something else, being only in the Middle Xuan Dan realm, facing Suo Yu, who was in the late Xuandan realm and had comprehended fist intent, how could he stand a chance, especially facing him in the first match?

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