Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 594 - 0485: Expert’s View, Head Strike (Guaranteed Update Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 594: 0485: Expert’s View, Head Strike (Guaranteed Update Request for Monthly Ticket)

Jiang Dali’s claws tore through the air, filling the space with incomparably fierce Claw Shadows, layered heavily and exuding a sense of unmatched power, while a shrill sound constantly echoed.

Upon witnessing the momentum and scene of Jiang Dali’s attack, the monks, including Kongjian, changed their expressions, realizing that Jiang had not been serious in their previous exchanges.

However, as these heavy Claw Shadows reached the Sweeping Monk.

The Sweeping Monk brought his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant, "Amitabha Buddha."

Immediately, a three-foot-thick Qi Wall formed again in front of him.

Boom! —

As the claws tore through, the Qi Wall churned and exploded, sounding like rapid cannon fire.

Jiang Dali felt as though his claws were tearing through a thick and dense molten steel, the deeper he went, the more resistance and even rebound force he encountered.

The rolling Qi-Blood waves seemed to fiercely bounce his claws apart.

At this moment, the Sweeping Monk also looked extremely solemn.

His thin palms tightly pressed together, his monk’s robe billowing ceaselessly as Qi Force swirled up the dust from the ground.

Startled by this, Xiao Feng feared that his benefactor might suffer at the hands of the old monk and shouted loudly, "Benefactor, let me help you!"

With a long howl, Xiao Feng struck simultaneously with both palms towards the Sweeping Monk’s chest.

The Sweeping Monk’s expression turned grave as he suddenly extended his left palm, blocking the force of Xiao Feng’s double palms.

But as he stretched out his left palm to block Xiao Feng, the solid Qi Wall was immediately torn apart and collapsed by Jiang Dali.

Jiang Dali laughed and changed his claws to palms.

With a powerful and fierce palm strike, he smashed it towards the Sweeping Monk.

Boom —

The palm wind enveloped the area, and the air seemed to compress into a cyclone, the heavens and earth resonating with a sound as if thunder struck on a clear day.

The Powerful Monument Shattering Hand!

The Sweeping Monk drew a circle with one hand, facing Jiang Dali’s extremely powerful palm with a movement that held the essence of Wudang Tai Chi, yet it was merely a basic Shaolin Long Fist.

Boom!

The fist met the palm.

The air issued a sharp screech as if instantly compressed into a ripple of water bursting out.

The Sweeping Monk grunted, his body shrank, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed and sank.

However, at this moment, he suddenly shifted his body.

The right fist that Jiang Dali had hit swung like a pendulum, using the momentum to hit Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng was about to change his palm strike when he suddenly saw the Sweeping Monk’s right fist coming with borrowed momentum, its force so fierce that the air screeched. He hurriedly pulled out his left palm to block.

Unbeknownst to him, the Sweeping Monk’s right palm shifted mid-move, purely a feint.

It was merely to divert one of Xiao Feng’s palms to reduce the force pushing towards him.

At this time, Xiao Feng drew back his left palm, and the Sweeping Monk’s right and left fists suddenly circled around, emitting faint Golden Light, unleashing the full force of the Vajra Unbreakable Zen Skill.

This scene nearly caused Kongjian in the distance to cry out in shock.

As the Sweeping Monk demonstrated the Vajra Unbreakable Zen Skill, the power shown was even greater than his own, clearly displaying perfect mastery of the Zen skill.

The changes during this clash among the three happened in a flash of lightning.

Jiang Dali had barely landed a palm on the Sweeping Monk’s blocking right fist when he saw the latter’s left fist emanating Golden Light coming at him.

In that instant, it seemed as if a grand momentum of heaven and earth also concentrated on this fist.

The spirit and soul seemed to be intimidated by this punch!

The Sweeping Monk, like Thor wielding his hammer, his punch radiating Golden Light, aimed to level the many evils of the mortal world.

But a loud "clang" resonated.

The fists and palms met like a cannon firing, "rumbling" intensely.

Jiang Dali’s arm, strong as cast iron and steel, trembled violently and pulled back.

The ground beneath his feet shook.

"Crack," it burst open with cracks.

The Sweeping Monk’s arm shook tremendously; as he made contact with Jiang Dali, the skin on his arm split and his sleeve exploded.

Xiao Feng’s right palm had almost simultaneously landed!

With a thunderous sound, it heavily struck the Sweeping Monk’s chest which was radiating Golden Light.

The extremely powerful and tyrannical Dragon Subduing Palm erupted instantly, causing the monk’s robe at his chest to burst.

A crack appeared within the Sweeping Monk’s body, but under the push of the palm wind, like a paper kite, he drifted sideways for several meters, perfectly avoiding the punch Jiang Dali followed with. His form fell upon the creek, seemingly weightless.

With a slight smile, he said, "Both of you truly are rare young talents of this generation! The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are indeed fierce."

As he spoke, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his white beard in a startling manner.

"Great Master..."

Xiao Feng, who already respected the old Shaolin monk, paused in his movements, his heart filled with shock and respect.

Jiang Dali, observing that the long blood bar above the Sweeping Monk’s head had appeared and was at least three times thicker than his current 36,000 points of Qi-Blood, was greatly shaken in his heart.

"Who exactly is this Sweeping Monk? If he is not the master of a major force, even if he were an NPC, he alone couldn’t have such an immense amount of Qi-Blood; could he really be Xiao Yaozi or Li Canghai?

No, neither of them seem right; their Martial Arts skills are completely different.

Until now, he has only used the Buddhist Martial Arts, apart from the abnormal move of the Three-foot Qi Wall, without displaying any other Martial Arts."

Jiang Dali, filled with doubts, shouted again and charged towards the old monk, "This is a lesson, brother, you need not assist!"

Bang! —

The ground trembled violently, he strode like a flying dragon, executing the Sky Dragon Seven Steps in pursuit of the old monk, his momentum suddenly peaking as he laughed and struck with his palm.

"Take my Ice and Fire Great Slapping Stone!"

Boom boom boom!

A cold current clashed with scorching ferocity as two fierce palm forces intersected, bearing down on the Sweeping Monk like two small mountains.

Instantly, one side of the water swiftly formed ice frost, while the other side began emitting wisps of steam and bubbles under the high temperature.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Facing these two radically different fierce palm forces, the Sweeping Monk slightly lowered his eyelids, chanted Buddha’s name, and brought his hands together again.

As his hands came together, the stream beneath him trembled.

The ice shattered, and boiling water surged.

In an incredible surge, the water rose like bird wings under the intense force of heaven and earth around, booming as it blocked the two palms Jiang Dali had thrown.

With a loud crash that tightened the heart, a massive wave exploded.

The figures of two people were instantly engulfed by the water wave, leaving onlookers at a distance in utter shock.

Jiang Dali felt his tremendously powerful palms being neutralized and obstructed by the juxtaposing forces of the water wall, becoming powerless by the time they reached the Sweeping Monk.

At that moment of powerlessness, the opponent suddenly struck out like lightning.

A withered palm, like a draining tide, rolled from afar, growing from weak to strong, and struck Jiang Dali.

This palm, fierce and majestic with layers of force, was indeed the harmonizing Demon-suppressing Hand.

Clang!—

Jiang Dali’s indestructible body was sent flying.

Skimming just above the water surface, he carved a long trench and swept away.

"Amitabha Buddha! Mr. Jiang, your Cultivation Technique opens wide and sharp, ever considered that one day you must return to a serene reality, concealing your sharp edges and embracing Yin Yang Balance to walk the great path?"

The Sweeping Monk gave a faint smile, bleeding from the corners of his mouth but not losing the demeanor of an expert, casually flicking his fingers like picking flowers, releasing a few indiscernible Finger Winds.

Whiz whiz whiz—

A few water droplets in front of him, propelled by the Finger Winds, instantly shot toward Jiang Dali.

Clang!

Clang!!

Jiang Dali had just slapped the water surface to bounce up when suddenly several of his major acupoints were hit by water droplets like cannonballs, emitting a strong metallic resonance, causing his body to tremble, and he collapsed like a metal bull into the meter-high stream.

"No sharp edge, then how can one be considered a youth?"

Roar—

With a furious slap of his palms, the water surface violently indented and shook.

His body shot out, filled with a destructive aura, his eyes suddenly turning ice-cold as if intending to freeze the stream into ice, suddenly he reached back, hands grasping the golden knife, and abruptly drew it.

Slashing angrily!

Crack—!

It seemed as if a dazzling sun exploded in the void.

This slash gathered all his strength, as if about to split the earth.

Even more it transformed into a massive Saber Qi like a cold stream, traversing seven to eight meters and plummeting fiercely!

Such a terrifying and exaggerated scene of Saber Qi left observers like Kongjian utterly stunned, filled with shock and concern.

"A critical moment of enlightenment, the Qi brings spring back!"

The Sweeping Monk, looking serious yet maintaining his tattered comical robe with a flick, as if sweeping away everyday dust.

Amidst the whirling, Gang Wind arose, blowing back water spray and waves.

Bang bang bang bang...

The water blossoms collided with the Saber Qi under the tumult of Gang Wind, as if a series of hammers continuously striking the Saber Qi.

Instantly, terrifying clap of explosive thunder burst out.

The residual Saber Qi, barely slicing through the water curtain, plummeted like lightning, cleaving the stream momentarily apart, creating a ravine.

The figure of the Sweeping Monk drifted backward like a paper kite, uttering a low sigh, "Since Mr. Jiang remains vigorous and unwilling to cease, this old monk will retreat proactively. Today’s encounter should also bring you some insights."

As he spoke, he had already swept a distance of five to six meters.

Having finished, he took a few steps, seemingly walking through the void, floating up without touching the ground, his body soaring, in a flash crossing over a dozen meters, landing on the opposite Scripture Pavilion.

Then, moving again, he disappeared like a phantom.

Such Qinggong was almost unseen by Jiang Dali and everyone present in their life, appearing as if possessing some Evil Technique.

Jiang Dali was about to pursue.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor beneath the water surface.

A vast wave along with the enclosing force of heaven and earth around suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, returning to its natural flow.

Almost at the same time.

"Boom!" A shock exploded behind Jiang Dali’s head like the thunder of early spring, startling him into awakening!

This explosion, along with the previous reminders from the Sweeping Monk, resounded thunderously by his ears and echoed in his mind.

Jiang Dali suddenly felt a spirited enlightenment and a sense of control flood his mind.

Dazed, as if half-awake, half-asleep.

At the same time.

A prompt suddenly appeared on his panel...

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