Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 676 - 675 [Bathed in the Buddha Light]

Chapter 676: Chapter 675 [Bathed in the Buddha Light]

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Ye Tianchen bathed in the aura of the Buddha Beads, sitting cross-legged on the cushion in the little pavilion, motionless. He seemed completely oblivious to the outside world, unable to see or hear anything around him. It was as if a beam of light shrouded Ye Tianchen within, and within the dim Buddha Light that enveloped the beam, there were dense, scripture-like figures that twinkled incessantly and rotated around Ye Tianchen’s head as if trying to drill into it.

Facing the sudden descent of a gigantic palm from the sky, Ye Tianchen seemed to have no sensation whatsoever, still sitting cross-legged on the cushion without moving a muscle. This sight made Dongfang Meng extremely anxious, prompting her to act immediately, rushing forward regardless of the consequences.

Bang!

As soon as Dongfang Meng made her move, she used the Absolute Skill of the Jade Maiden Heart Scripture, the "Jade Maiden Palm," which carried a strong and pure force of Inner Strength. She struck upwards to meet the huge palm, clashing with it in a head-on confrontation.

However, when Dongfang Meng’s right palm struck the descending hand with immense pure energy, she felt an overwhelming sense of suppression and did not have the power to stop the palm from falling. Her Jade Maiden Palm Skill, known as the Absolute Skill within the Jade Maiden Heart Scripture, was recognized by everyone as being on par with the Shaolin Temple’s Yijin Jing. Considering how powerful the recorded palm techniques were in the scripture, it was evident how strong they were, yet she failed to even shake the descending hand that aimed to squash Ye Tianchen into a pulp.

"The young girl’s cultivation is decent and her talent is extremely high, yet she still needs to cultivate for a while longer!" A cold voice came from above.

Witnessing that Ye Tianchen still hadn’t opened his eyes and was letting the gigantic palm fall upon him, Dongfang Meng, who had just used all her strength in her own palm strike and had not managed to affect the descending force of the palm, thought to rush up once more without any concern. The power of the falling palm was just too immense. If Ye Tianchen didn’t act or escape, there was no doubt he would die.

"You are not his opponent, let me handle this. Remember, if I die, you all must immediately leave Shaolin Temple!" Master Fang Zheng said in an even tone, blocking in front of Dongfang Meng.

"Master..." Dongfang Meng was about to say something when Master Fang Zheng vanished in front of her eyes.

The next moment, Master Fang Zheng appeared in front of Ye Tianchen, looking at him as he sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly shut, receiving the baptism of the Buddha Beads. Master Fang Zheng lightly touched with his right hand and added another layer of light screen on top, seeming to also want to protect Ye Tianchen.

"Fang Zheng, after so many years, you remain unchanged. However, it seems you’ve forgotten one thing; this young man is not a monk from your Shaolin Temple, just an outsider. Are you really going to give away the Ancient Martial World’s number one Divine Skill for cultivation to a foreigner?" another cold voice echoed from the sky, its origin unclear, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"In Buddha’s great compassion and benevolence, he wishes to save all sentient beings. All people are sentient beings, and thus, this cultivation skill was naturally created for all beings!" Master Fang Zheng declared with his hands pressed together.

"Hmph, pretending to be virtuous, I think it’s because your Shaolin has no one else. You’re resorting to this measure rather than allowing the Yijin Jing to be lost, right?" the hidden voice in the sky scoffed.

"Sword Emperor, it’s been so long since our battle, and after all these years, I did not expect you to invade our Ancient Martial World once again. It seems you still haven’t let go of the matters concerning the Ancient Martial World," Master Fang Zheng said, still in an even tone as he looked at the sky.

"Hahaha, Fang Zheng, others may not understand, but do you and I not? As cultivators, who doesn’t desire to inherit the great powers of our ancestors? Who doesn’t wish to find the Transmission Array and visit the legendary Emperor Star?"

Hearing these words, Ye Tianchen, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, was startled. He wasn’t deaf to the outside sounds, but he was enveloped in the Buddha Light, with the scriptures of the Yijin Jing continuously infiltrating his mind. His whole body felt as if it was bound, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move. What took him by surprise was that the one who came turned out to be the Sword Emperor from Japan’s Beichen One-Blade School.

"Back in the day, you were the most outstanding disciple of the Beichen One-Blade School, while I was just a young monk from Shaolin Temple. In the blink of an eye, we have both reached this point in time, with not many days left to live. Why bother bringing your people to die?" Master Fang Zheng said calmly.

"This time, I came alone. Among the disciples of the Beichen One-Blade School, only I could match you, Fang Zheng, in battle. Sending others would be a joke, wouldn’t it?" the Sword Emperor still spoke coldly.

"The time has come to settle the grudge between us from so many years ago, Amitabha Buddha!" Master Fang Zheng chanted the sacred name.

"Then bring it on, after killing you, I will destroy the entire Shaolin Temple!" the Sword Emperor roared.

Thunderous sounds erupted as an immense pressure descended from the sky. As soon as the fight began, it was as if the apocalypse had arrived, leaving Dongfang Meng utterly stunned. What kind of battle power was this? The Sword Emperor from Beichen One-Blade School and Master Fang Zheng from Shaolin were both considered to be among the strongest ten individuals on Earth. Their fight was something ordinary people couldn’t even approach, and even skilled practitioners wouldn’t dare to get near. Probably only those who possessed cultivation strength equal to theirs would have the prowess to watch or participate in such a battle!

"Amitabha Buddha, where there is a cause, there must be an effect, and all things must eventually be resolved and brought to perfection!"

Master Fang Zheng brought his hands together and sat down cross-legged, directly opposite Ye Tianchen. Facing the immense pressure descending from the Sword Emperor, Master Fang Zheng did not immediately strike back. Instead, he spoke calmly, and then his right hand slowly delivered a palm strike. The palm strike was neither swift nor powerful. It seemed like nothing more than a simple palm.

Bang!

A muffled sound resonated as Master Fang Zheng’s palm actually blocked the Sword Emperor’s oppressive force. This ordinary palm, which even Dongfang Meng had not been able to withstand despite using her full strength and the "Jade Maiden Palm Skill," was effortlessly countered by Master Fang Zheng.

"Fang Zheng, after so many years, your ’Great Compassionate Thousand Leaf Hand’ has improved quite a bit!" the Sword Emperor sneered.

"Draw your blade. Today, you and I must decide a victor!" Master Fang Zheng’s gaze sharpened as he spoke.

Whoosh!

As soon as the words left his mouth, the heavens seemed to cleave open, and a beam of sword light descended, shattering everything, breaking through the void. This left Dongfang Meng utterly shocked. She knew she was absolutely incapable of withstanding such a strike, for it was unbearably ferocious. Even in a reckless attempt without regard for life, it would be impossible to bear.

At that moment, Ye Tianchen opened his eyes. He was still immobilized, and he frowned at the descending sword energy. He could sense the magnitude of the blade’s might. Even he feared he would not be able to contend without the power to battle across levels. The Sword Emperor was renowned as one of Earth’s strongest ten—a reputation well deserved. If he truly were to face off against him now, with his current combat prowess, he would stand virtually no chance—this much was clear in Ye Tianchen’s heart.

"Master, I will hand you the Taie Sword!" Ye Tianchen quickly spoke up.

"No need. You should focus on comprehending the Yijin Jing. This opportunity comes once. Don’t let the heritage be severed!" Master Fang Zheng conveyed through divine sense.

"Master... I understand!" Ye Tianchen came to his senses and closed his eyes again, immersing himself in the Scriptures within the Buddha Light. He knew that Master Fang Zheng had gone to great lengths to secure this chance for him, holding back the Sword Emperor in the process.

"Hmph, Fang Zheng, I want to see how you’ll block my strike this time!" The Sword Emperor appeared above in the sky, his face twisted as he glared at Master Fang Zheng. In his right hand, he wielded a great saber covered in black dragon scales.

"You needn’t concern yourself with that!" Master Fang Zheng’s demeanor remained unperturbed and composed as he replied.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The Sword Emperor was a formidable character. Both he and Master Fang Zheng were among Earth’s strongest ten, making them some of the most powerful fighters on the planet. Whether it was their cultivation strength or combat experience, both were exceedingly rich. Anyone entering the atmosphere of their battle would likely be affected—it would be nothing short of suicidal.

The Sword Emperor then unleashed three successive strikes with the Dragon Scale Great Saber, adding to the initial strike to make it four. These four tremendous sword energies tore apart the heavens, causing the entire willow forest to quiver uncontrollably, with willow leaves scattering everywhere. The scene was exceedingly beautiful, yet it was a beauty born of desolation. After tearing through the sky, the sword energies transformed into four enormous black dragons. With earth-shattering roars, they charged at Master Fang Zheng, unstoppable in their fury.

Master Fang Zheng looked over at Dongfang Meng, who was not far away, and instructed, "Come stand by my side."

Dongfang Meng hurriedly flew to Master Fang Zheng’s side. As he watched the four black dragons roaring and charging from the sky, Master Fang Zheng slowly lifted his hands. Suddenly, all the willow leaves on the ground and those floating midair surged upwards, meeting the ferocious black dragons head-on.

The power of the four black dragons was overwhelming, their roars shattering the mountains and rivers as if intending to destroy heaven and earth. In comparison, the ascending willow leaves seemed insignificant and frail. To any onlooker, it was doubtful the leaves could withstand the charge of the four black dragons.

"Fang Zheng, this is one of the Absolute Skills of the ’Beichen Sword Style’ - the ’Four Symbols Dragon Slash Skill.’ Do you truly believe these willow leaves can stop it, or have you already resigned yourself to death?" The Sword Emperor slung the black dragon scale great saber over his shoulder and looked down coldly, asking.

"What’s the rush? Today I will resolve our longstanding karma!" Master Fang Zheng slowly lifted his head to look at the Sword Emperor, still with a calm expression. (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)