Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 677 - 676 [Godslayer One Slash VS Golden Buddha Statue]

Chapter 677: Chapter 676 [Godslayer One Slash VS Golden Buddha Statue]

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Master Fang Zheng’s grand battle with the Sword Emperor involved two of the most powerful people in the world, bearing a decades-old grudge that was bound to lead to a confrontation. Although this battle had been postponed for decades, the Sword Emperor came alone to the Ancient Martial World this time, aiming to defeat Master Fang Zheng and destroy the entire Shaolin Temple, to alleviate the long-standing resentment in his heart. He was also aware of the formidable power of the Ancient Martial World; bringing others with him would have meant certain death and would have only held him back, so he came alone.

Four giant black dragons descended, their overwhelming pressure bearing down, causing the entire Shaolin Temple to tremble, while Ye Tianchen was trapped within the Buddha Light sprinkled from the Buddha Beads, fully concentrating on comprehending the Yijin Jing. As for Dongfang Meng, she was utterly out of her depth, her combat strength was not remotely on the same level as that of the Sword Emperor, and to intervene would have been suicidal.

Willow leaves flew upwards, sweeping towards the four black dragons, filling the sky as they fluttered away, and for a moment, the descending, suppressive might of the black dragons was enveloped by the countless willow leaves, many of which were shattered by the dragons’ energy into powder.

"Fang Zheng, what tricks do you have left now?" said the Sword Emperor, coldly and confidently.

"Amitabha Buddha, all is well..."

Master Fang Zheng brought his hands together, chanting the Buddhist mantra, and in an instant, all the fluttering willow leaves transformed into Buddha palms, striking towards the four overwhelmingly powerful black dragons.

Boom, boom, boom... When all the willow leaves touched the ground once again, the four slashes of Sword Energy produced by the Sword Emperor with his black Dragon Scale Great Saber were all dissolved away. Master Fang Zheng casually turned all the willow leaves into offensive Buddha Seals, effortlessly neutralizing the Sword Emperor’s ferocious Sword Energy. Dongfang Meng watched, dumbstruck, knowing that even her master, Elder Jing Ji of the previous generation of the Ancient Tomb Sect, lacked such capabilities.

"The highest realm of the Great Compassionate Thousand Leaf Hand, Fang Zheng, I underestimated you!" the Sword Emperor said through gritted teeth.

"Amitabha Buddha, there is no deep-seated hatred between us, and our strengths are quite matched, you should leave!" Master Fang Zheng said, glancing at the Sword Emperor hovering in mid-air.

"Is that so? Fang Zheng, your cultivation is indeed profound, but you are foolish in person. You think to buy time for Ye Tianchen, allowing him to inherit the Shaolin’s Yijin Jing, do you think I haven’t noticed? Let me tell you the truth, Ye Tianchen killed my dear brother. I intended to kill you first and then Ye Tianchen, but now that you two are together, it’s Divine intervention aiding me. Let me send you both to meet the Buddha!"

As the Sword Emperor spoke, he had already gripped the handle of his black Dragon Scale Great Saber with his right hand and held the blade with his left, hinting at some intention, yet unclear. Upon seeing this, Master Fang Zheng slowly stood up, glanced at Dongfang Meng, and gently pushed her into the Buddha Light enveloping Ye Tianchen, thereby protecting her as well. It seemed he had realized the imminent danger.

"Master..." Dongfang Meng cried out anxiously.

"Do not act rashly, you are still very young, there are many things for you to accomplish in the future, surpassing me, surpassing the Sword Emperor is only a matter of time, and it’s not worth being impulsive!" Master Fang Zheng spoke.

"Fang Zheng, have you finished your last words? If so, prepare to die!" The Sword Emperor clenched his left fist; his left hand was cut by the black Dragon Scale Great Saber, and blood flowed out. However, it was not bright red, but black, dripping down the blade ominously.

"It’s time to end this, come on!" Master Fang Zheng said, and his entire being gently lifted off the ground, floating. For a high-level practitioner in the Ancient Martial World, Qi Manipulation Flight was quite simple, not as magical and incomprehensible as ordinary people might imagine, because they are not from the same world and naturally find it difficult to understand.

The Sword Emperor frowned, recalling the battle years ago when he represented the North Star One-Slash School, the youngest expert deemed the leader by all. Master Fang Zheng, although just a young monk at Shaolin Temple back then, was deeply adept in Buddhism, having attained some unique insights that even the other senior monks in the temple highly praised, showing the profundity of Master Fang Zheng’s wisdom at that time.

In that battle, Master Fang Zheng and the Sword Emperor fought for three days and nights without determining a winner, ending with both sides severely injured. By then, both were very familiar with each other’s moves and Absolute Skills, and naturally, they exerted all their strengths to defeat their opponent.

Seeing the Sword Emperor use his blood to consecrate his saber, Master Fang Zheng knew that the Sword Emperor would use that move, the same move that had heavily defeated him years before. Decades had passed, and the Sword Emperor’s Absolute Skill was likely even more powerful than before. Master Fang Zheng wasn’t sure if he could withstand it, not concerned about his own life and death but unwilling for Ye Tianchen to be disturbed while comprehending the Yijin Jing, as that could potentially end the inheritance of their Shaolin’s Yijin Jing.

"Fang Zheng, do you know what your greatest folly is?" the Sword Emperor looked at Master Fang Zheng and asked.

"I will give you an end, you needn’t say more!" Master Fang Zheng also clasped his hands in a Buddha Seal and spoke.

"Among all the sects in the Ancient Martial World, only your Shaolin Temple has preserved the most ancient inheritances. The Absolute Martial Arts skills left behind are numerous, clearly showing how prosperous the Buddhist Sacred Land was back in the day. If you could learn all the Absolute Skills, you would undoubtedly become the strongest person. Unfortunately, after so many years, you have only mastered the Great Compassionate Thousand Leaf Hand of Shaolin Temple. You haven’t even practiced the Yijin Jing, such a profound cultivation skill. I am truly saddened for you!" The Sword Emperor grew increasingly angry, as if he felt uneasy not expressing himself.

"You are mistaken, there are indeed a lot of Ancient Martial Arts inherited from Shaolin Temple. However, do not forget, we are a Buddhist Sacred Land, where compassion resides in our hearts. These skills are meant for slaying demons and saving the world, not for senseless slaughter and self-aggrandizement!" Master Fang Zheng shook his head as he spoke.

"It’s just a pity... today is destined to be your day of death—Godslayer One Slash!"

The Sword Emperor roared, and the Dragon Scale Great Saber, drenched in his own blood, cleaved through the air, producing a slash of sword energy. This slash darkened the whole sky, and had this scene been in the Mortal World instead of the Ancient Martial World, it would probably have scared many to death. The sky appeared split in half, the earth seemed as if it were about to shatter, and that undeniable feeling of death would make anyone directly collapse. The oppressive force hadn’t even approached yet, but it had already made one feel the presence of death.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Master Fang Zheng shook his head and loudly chanted a Buddhist mantra, then clapped his hands together. A tremendous surge of combat power rushed forth. This time, Master Fang Zheng also used all his battle strength, as he had no choice but to strike with all his might. In fact, Master Fang Zheng never wanted to use his own strength for killing. He was a monk, his faith in Buddhism’s great compassion involved saving lives and fearing to even tread on ants. Even facing the greatest villains, he did not want to take their lives.

Boom!

A gigantic Buddha statue appeared behind Master Fang Zheng, sparkling in golden light that illuminated the entire Shaolin Temple, instantly dispersing all the shadows. The Sword Emperor was startled, not expecting Master Fang Zheng to possess such a remarkable skill, and charged at him, lacking complete confidence in his supreme skill, "Godslayer One Slash."

Bang dong!

A thunderous boom echoed. Shaolin Temple, built atop a high mountain, vibrated with a sound that traveled very far. Distant birds and beasts ran for their lives, as if a world-ending disaster was taking place. They sensed the extreme danger and all tried to flee. Meanwhile, other monks of Shaolin Temple also tried to go to the back mountain to see what happened but were stopped by Master Wuzhi. Knowing that a significant event was taking place there with Master Fang Zheng already present, he understood that their arrival would only add to the confusion. They could only chant the Buddhist mantra in hope that the assailant would retreat.

When everything calmed down, Ye Tianchen had already opened his eyes, standing within the protection of the Buddha Light. He unfolded his powerful Superpower Perception, wanting to find Master Fang Zheng’s location as quickly as possible. He did not know the situation, but the Sword Emperor and Master Fang Zheng had only exchanged a few moves before engaging in their fiercest battle, indicating that both were very aware of each other’s strength and wanted a swift and decisive confrontation. A prolonged battle would be disadvantageous for both.

"How is it? Is Master Fang Zheng..." Dongfang Meng asked anxiously.

"I don’t know. I can’t sense Master Fang Zheng’s energy..." Ye Tianchen also spoke eagerly.

"Then... what should we do? We... we need to get out!" Dongfang Meng looked at the Buddha Light encasing them and said.

Thump!

Ye Tianchen punched the surface, but the Buddha Light remained unmoved. At that moment, the Buddha Beads were already back around Ye Tianchen’s neck. He had memorized the entire spell from the Yijin Jing, but he had not yet fully comprehended it—it was indeed profound. He felt he needed time, a long time. The Buddha Light currently protecting him and Dongfang Meng was left by Master Fang Zheng, who had seemingly anticipated this and had thoughtfully considered everything for them.

"Ah... I have two powerful forces clashing within me, colliding with each other. I feel like I’m about to explode..."

After throwing a punch, Ye Tianchen suddenly knelt on one knee, tightly clutching his fists, his expression extremely pained. He felt as if two forces within him were striking against each other, equally matched, and he could not suppress these forces, feeling as if he was about to explode.

"Tianchen... Tianchen..."

Dongfang Meng, distressed, had tears welling up in her eyes. Master Fang Zheng had blocked the Sword Emperor to protect them, and his life or death was uncertain. Now Ye Tianchen seemed as if he had fallen into madness, his body in extreme pain. Facing this sudden turn of events, what should she do? (To be continued. If you like this work, please head to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)