Victorious Fighting Buddha, he...
This result even made Old Liu, standing far away, montarily stunned.
Back then, when he instigated this man to switch sides, he did so because of his unparalleled combat strength. And as it turns out, this man did not let him down. During his days in Heaven’s Court, he was consistently suppressed by the Three-Eyed God General—whether in terms of resources or status, he was always the eternal runner-up. But under Old Liu’s careful nurturing, during the Second Era’s battle for supremacy, he single-handedly held off four of the seven Demon Realm generals, heavily injuring three of them, instantly earning fa worldwide. By the end, even the Three-Eyed God General dared not challenge him lightly.
Currently, among the acknowledged strongest Divine Generals in direct combat, he ranks in the top three.
He recognizes the Human Race’s Emperor, after all, anyone capable of scheming to kill the Black Empress and demonstrating battle prowess on par with King Xiang has to be respected. Even so, he always believed the Emperor couldn’t possibly be a match for a Venerable Level Buddha. The Buddha dared not make a move, not because he lacked strength, but because his heart lacked sharpness. If only one could confront him with a calm mind, the Siao Family’s Emperor would stand no chance.
But now, he doesn’t think that way at all.
Luckily, Victorious Fighting Buddha is the one taking this fight. If it were any other Venerable, it would be...
"Truly unexpected..."
Victorious Fighting Buddha, missing an arm, showed not the slightest sign of panic. He didn’t even take a step back, instead becoming incredibly exhilarated after his brief astonishnt.
At this mont, he looked at the Emperor with an imnsely invigorated gaze, seeming utterly indifferent to his recent loss. That exploded arm might as well have been worthless scrap to him.
"So now... do I barely make the cut?" The Emperor coldly stared at his opponent.
Yet inside, his heart tightened slightly.
This was the first ti he had encountered soone like this. His previous opponents, upon underestimating him and suffering significant injuries, would either react with furious rage, plunging into frenzy, or shrink back in fear.
But this one? It was as if he had discovered hidden treasure.
This was soone who truly saw combat as pure joy...
"I admit, I underestimated you..." Victorious Fighting Buddha looked entirely different now compared to earlier. Perhaps it was due to his extre excitent, but his expression of joy resembled that of a famished man glimpsing a peerless beauty.
"Co on... Round Two!"
Victorious Fighting Buddha extended his remaining arm and provocatively curled his fingers toward the Emperor.
The two stood face to face. His arm had yet to heal, but even with just one hand, the provocation exuded an overwhelming aura. Everyone watching felt it, even the Emperor himself.
This reversal in montum—soone unaware might even think it had been the Emperor who lost his arm earlier!
The challenge was brazen.
It was as if he was inviting the Emperor to strike again with another punch.
Despite having only one arm left and suffering significant setbacks just monts ago, his gesture of curling his fingers seed absurdly confident. A strange sensation surged deep into the Emperor’s heart.
"What are you hesitating for?" Victorious Fighting Buddha sneered. "Don’t tell , that punch earlier left you completely spent?"
The Emperor’s face darkened imdiately upon hearing this: "I was thinking, if I were to kill you here, what would happen to the hidden figures in the Buddhist Temple?"
What an arrogant human!
All the Buddhas who heard these words glared icily. If not for their power being sealed, this human would be nothing more than an ant in their eyes. Yet now, this ant dared to act with such impudence—it was downright infuriating.
Clearly, the lessons taught to the Human Race had been far too lenient.
They decided that this ti, they would make this arrogant and laughable native race truly taste suffering!
"Nothing would happen..." Victorious Fighting Buddha showed no hint of surprise; instead, he laughed heartily. "If I died, they’d flee faster than anyone else. If you can kill , you’d be able to kill them all. They’re not foolish—they wouldn’t stay here to await their deaths."
The Buddhas: "....."
"Is that so?" The Emperor smiled faintly upon hearing this. "Then that’s fine."
"Co on, Human Emperor..." Victorious Fighting Buddha gestured with his hand. "Defeat , and this crisis will be resolved. I promise you, if you win, no one in the Buddha Kingdom will dare challenge you again!"
"So, you’re saying you’re the strongest?" The Emperor chuckled.
"That’s more or less it..." Victorious Fighting Buddha replied with a smile.
"Fine!"
No more words were exchanged. The Emperor’s aura erupted instantly. Unlike the asured build-up from earlier, this burst of energy was even more sensational than before. Though he hadn’t yet struck, every Buddha present could feel the terrifying intensity of the energy. Begrudgingly, deep down, they all understood one thing.
Before their Dao Fruits were activated, they were no match for this native.
Once again, a seemingly ordinary punch. But the energy it carried was no weaker than the previous one—in fact, it was stronger.
It seed this power had been silently lying dormant within the Emperor all along, ready to be unleashed at any mont he chose. This kind of instantaneous efficiency—Victorious Fighting Buddha rarely saw this level of mastery. He had encountered it once before—within the Heaven’s Court, from that detestable Three-Eyed Guy.
BOOM!
Two hands collided, and the overwhelming energy caused the shattered space around them to completely clear out again. The hundred-zhang radius around the two beca a vacuum due to the terrifying clash of forces. But this ti, the outco was entirely different from before.
Victorious Fighting Buddha took the punch squarely, but this ti, it was the Emperor’s punch showing cracks.
The Emperor’s entire body suddenly turned crimson, like a red-hot branding iron, and spider-web-like fissures began to spread across his skin!
Everyone stared in shock, only a handful instantly grasping the situation.
Chen Qing’s heart tightened as he silently cursed.
Indeed... the gap between the two was still vast. In terms of power, aura, will—on all fronts, the Emperor was evenly matched with his opponent. With Victorious Fighting Buddha not in peak condition and both restricted to King-level power, the Emperor absolutely stood a chance.
You could tell just from earlier—how Victorious Fighting Buddha’s arm couldn’t withstand the Emperor’s strength.
Yet one crucial detail had been overlooked: experience!
The opponent... was a mighty figure who had survived three Eras—whose life was forged through countless battles, whose techniques reached an unimaginable level of mastery.
How to use every ounce of energy, how to reverse outcos—that’s what this existence nad Victorious Fighting Buddha truly demonstrated today.
With the sa setup, the sa power—rely having observed once—he could now utilize the exact sa force for a reversal.
Through subtle and ticulous control of energy, entirely different results were achieved!
Chen Qing saw it clearly. Though Victorious Fighting Buddha’s defense action looked identical to the first ti, the variations in energy manipulations beneath the surface were worlds apart!
At this mont, the Emperor’s own power was internalized, but Victorious Fighting Buddha utilized a layering technique to destabilize it, causing the Emperor’s internal energy to go awry. When relentless and domineering power rampages through the ridians unchecked, the consequence is exactly this.
Now upon closer inspection, one could see that the Emperor’s entire skin was covered with fissures—it was evident that his ridians were at their limit, his physical body nearing collapse.
If this continues, the Emperor’s fate will just mirror what happened to Victorious Fighting Buddha’s arm earlier!
This battle... seems lost!
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