piratefiction Chapter 131, 1st Strike
Chapter 131, 1st Strike
'Thump...thump...thump...'
After making sure the two understood the rules, the monk next to Huidu, who was in charge of striking the drum, vigorously swung the drumsticks in his hand and used all his strength to strike the giant drum that was as tall as a person.
"If you cut off both your arms and bow three times and kowtow nine times before leaving this platform, I will spare your life. What do you say?"
Guang Nian persisted in trying to dissuade him, as if this was the greatest mercy he could bestow upon Hong Xuan.
As for the monks gathered below Yanwu Platform, they burst into laughter, as if Guang Nian had already firmly controlled the situation and that no matter what Fang Hongxuan did, he couldn't make a fuss.
However, Fang Hongxuan still had no intention of taking Guang Nian seriously. He stood firmly in place, like a pine tree.
"How arrogant! Senior Brother Guangnian, make your move!"
"We urge Senior Brother Guang Nian to act swiftly and behead the bandit leader!"
"Don't let this scoundrel get away with such arrogance, Senior Brother Guang Nian... Senior Brother Guang Nian!"
Hearing such sincere and enthusiastic cheers from the audience, Guang Nian, who was already concerned about his image, became even more elated.
"Hmph, even at this point, you still refuse to open your eyes? Then you'll never need to open your eyes again!"
Guang Nian, who had suddenly started pacing, vanished from his spot, a gust of wind carrying a sharp killing intent as it drifted into the distance.
A dark figure suddenly attacked.
Fifteen steps... ten steps... five steps...
In the blink of an eye, the two were face to face, and the monk's knife held high, brimming with boundless momentum, slashed down in an instant.
The already turbulent surroundings were engulfed in raging flames.
"The Order of Peng King's Demonic Fire!" 』
The flames surrounding the monk's knife slowly coalesced into the shape of a roc.
This method is based on the development of the mind-root, and only after opening the central channel, root chakra, and navel chakra can one control the power of fire!
Everyone around who knew Guang Nian was shocked and speechless, and even their gazes toward Guang Nian were filled with a hint of awe.
After all, if one does not pay homage to the mountain spirit at this Great Temple, one is destined to die a gruesome death.
"Amitabha! Even some dull-witted disciples of the Zhi generation haven't necessarily opened one of the two meridians. Guang Nian is truly gifted! If only I could be like him..."
"It's a pity that no abbot was willing to bestow empowerment upon him and open his Tathagatagarbha; otherwise, his achievements would have been even greater..."
"This is a single-stage, two-meridian realm! If converted into the combat strength of the Wansheng Dynasty, it's comparable to the so-called Great Refinement of Essence and Transformation of Qi Realm! It seems that Fang Hongxuan, whose origins are unknown, is destined to perish here..."
Guang Nian no longer wanted to hide his abilities and unleashed all his power and cultivation.
"While this talent may not be on par with Zhifeng, Zhining, and Guangyan, it should still place him among the top of the other monks..."
Even Huidu, who was watching from the stands, was moved, let alone the remaining five abbots.
"Die!"
Swift as lightning, the unstoppable, overwhelming strike descended with devastating force.
"He's still trying to appear calm!"
"Could it be that they know they can't win, so they're deliberately putting on this act..."
"That's true, after all, it's better to be slaughtered than to suffer a fate worse than death..."
The disciples below the stage, eager to curry favor with Guang Nian, spared no effort in belittling the two.
Just as the dagger was about to touch Fang Hongxuan at the critical moment.
Fang Hongxuan slowly opened his eyes.
Those were a pair of bloodshot eyes devoid of any emotion, a mixture of murderous intent and ferocity.
"you...."
A nameless panic spread through Guang Nian's heart, followed by a terrifying sense of impending doom.
'Clang'
The fiery rain was abruptly cut off, and the still-forming roc instantly transformed into sparks that fell into the distance.
The speed of the slash was so fast that the monks present only saw a flash of light as bright as day before Guang Nian was beheaded with a single blow and died on the spot.
The round head, filled with disbelief and resentment, rolled over to the group of monks who had previously tried to curry favor with Guangnian...
As for the headless corpse that was about to fall, Fang Hongxuan used the Cuo Jin to lift it up.
The once full and well-proportioned body turned into a withered skeleton in the blink of an eye.
The hissing white mist slowly dissipated.
'Buzz...'
After discarding the sword, Fang Hongxuan turned his gaze to the six abbots on the platform.
"So, is it time for me to step down and rest, fellow martial uncles...?"
"..."
The six abbots looked at Fang Hongxuan in the center of the arena with uncertain expressions, but none of them spoke.
As for the monks under the Yanwu Hall, they were all silent at first, but after a moment, they were like hot oil being poured into cold water, causing a commotion.
"What a joke! Guang Nian, who had awakened two chakras, was beheaded with a single blow!"
"Impossible! There's no way such an absurd thing could happen! This person is probably a sorcerer skilled in illusion!"
In an instant, those monks who had been putting on airs for Guang Nian were like ducks with their necks being choked, unable to make a sound anymore.
As for those monks who originally intended to use this opportunity to test the waters, their pupils shrank drastically.
As the saying goes, a great reputation is never undeserved, let alone in the bustling and competitive Great Temple. If Guang Nian were truly a fame-seeking opportunist, he wouldn't have survived!
In other words, Guang Nian, who was among the top disciples of the Guang generation, was killed by this unknown Fang Hongxuan with a single blow.
What an astonishing achievement! While disciples of the Zhi generation could indeed easily defeat Guang Nian, very few could confidently claim that they could easily crush Guang Nian and effortlessly kill him.
"Look at that smeared corpse, is Fang Hongxuan perhaps an evil spirit reincarnated? Otherwise, why would he be consuming the life essence of others?!"
"Yes, it is our duty to slay demons and eliminate evil spirits. Who can join me in vanquishing these evil spirits and restoring peace and order to the world?!"
The monks, in a fit of rage, decided to attack together and go up on stage to fight Fang Hongxuan.
However, while the cheers from the audience were deafening, no one on stage paid any attention.
"quiet!"
Hui Du's expression changed several times, but eventually returned to calm.
He looked at Fang Hongxuan with a blank expression.
"Junior Nephew Fang, according to custom, the competition between each room follows the system of defending the title. Only after fighting three rounds can one be moved to the stands for adjustment... Each room has nine people fighting. If there are fewer than nine people, they must complete all the rounds to be included in the ranking."
On the Yanwu Platform
Fang Hongxuan did not say anything upon hearing this, but returned to his original position, closed his eyes, held his sword, and waited for the next challenger.
He didn't take these petty schemes to heart, and his calm and composed state of mind remained completely undisturbed.
Since they're not satisfied, then kill them until no one dares to step onto the stage again, kill them until no one dares to shout anymore!
With Daoyuan as a safety net and his own decree and the "Prison Crossing Tara Locking Seal Spell" as a trump card, he was naturally not afraid of these monks causing trouble.
On the stands
Dao Yuan was slightly moved upon seeing this.
He knew perfectly well that Fang Hongxuan was never so arrogant and disdainful of everyone.
"All of this is for this humble monk..."