Chapter 1588 - 763:

Chapter 1588: Chapter 763:

"Is it them?"

Fang Cheng thought to himself, rather surprised.

The arrogant leader of the lamas before him was indeed the Black Sect Venerable, Roger, whom he had encountered that night at the Lu Family Manor.

And the two cronies lurking behind him were Zha Xi and Duo Ji, whom he had taught a lesson at Xu Sanduo Antiques Shop before.

Unexpectedly, he ran into them here again.

Of course, when contesting for the Golden Benba Bottle that night, Fang Cheng had worn a mask, so Roger probably couldn’t recognize him as the "fake junior brother."

Cheng Jiashu saw Fang Cheng merely staring silently at those uninvited guests and was about to speak.

The tense standoff at the front reignited.

"Old monk, since you’re unwilling to speak, then it’s time to head to the Underworld and chant for the Buddha!"

The stout man wearing a pig-head mask sneered coldly, his voice instantly becoming high-pitched:

"Roger, I’ll restrain him on the spiritual level. Take the chance and act quickly!"

"Okay!"

Roger growled deeply, and a succession of more concentrated explosive sounds erupted from his bones.

He harnessed the Dragon Elephant Wisdom technique, with his originally thin frame expanding visibly.

The exposed skin quickly flushed red as veins twisted like dragons around his arms.

The sheer force, even created visible white shock waves in the air, stirring up numerous dust particles.

Inside the side hall, faced with such astonishing power, Master Huiming remained seated in calm repose.

The old monk joined his hands, his lips moved swiftly, and a deep chanting resonated like a grand bell throughout the courtyard.

The gray cloth robe he wore moved without wind, his graying hair and beard fluttered backward.

Subsequently, a dazzling golden light gradually emerged from his emaciated body, as if a layer of gold leaf coated his skin.

Seen from afar, Master Huiming indeed seemed transformed into an unyielding Golden Arhat.

"What a Great Brightness Meditation!"

Roger’s eyes widened with excitement upon seeing this:

"I didn’t expect you and your old bones to still cultivate Protective Buddha Light. Let’s see whether your Zen power is more expansive, or my Dragon Elephant Wisdom is superior!"

No sooner than these words were uttered, Roger’s right foot stomped down suddenly.

"Bang!"

The concrete beneath his feet instantly shattered, creating a deep pit and revealing the soil beneath.

Using this terrifying force of reaction, Roger’s muscular body launched forward like a cannonball, swinging his fist towards Master Huiming’s face.

However, in the next instant, an abrupt change occurred.

The immense force of the punch abruptly halted less than half a meter from the old monk’s nose!

Roger felt as though his right wrist was clamped by a vise, and his forward momentum was forcibly interrupted by an overwhelming force.

Stunned, he quickly turned his head.

A casually dressed young man had somehow appeared beside him, his right hand steadily gripping Roger’s wrist.

Such incredible speed!

Roger’s pupils dilated, his face suddenly changed.

Truthfully, when he finished confronting Master Huiming’s Divine Will, he had already sensed two people approaching from the bamboo grove.

But he hadn’t paid them any mind, dismissing them as ordinary tourists who accidentally trespassed into the rear hills.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was a deeply concealed expert, intercepting his prepared strike midway.

Moreover, what on earth was the strange force?

"Who are you?!"

Roger felt excruciating pain at his wrist, unable to resist shouting.

Fang Cheng gazed at him calmly, his tone casual:

"In a sacred place of Buddhism, fighting and killing isn’t very suitable, right?"

"Looking for death!"

Roger raised his eyebrows, his left fist whizzed through the air, aiming directly at Fang Cheng’s temple.

Fang Cheng didn’t even lift an eyelid as his grip on Roger’s right wrist tightened abruptly.

"Creak... creak..."

The sound of grinding bones reverberated.

Roger’s half-extended left fist abruptly paused.

A sharp pain surged to his brain, he couldn’t help but grimace.

Deep inside, a tumultuous wave crashed.

He clearly felt no energy or mana fluctuations from this young man before him.

Yet somehow, he lost in strength, the area where he prided himself the most?

Bear in mind, Dragon Elephant Wisdom is Esoteric Buddhism’s supreme Dharma Protecting Divine Skill, divided into Thirteen Layers.

This cultivation technique is savage and domineering, its purpose simple: to enhance the human body’s strength to the fullest extent, emphasizing one force overcoming ten difficult situations.

Achieving each layer grants the strength of one dragon and one elephant.

Approximately estimated, it’s equivalent to a giant python plus an adult elephant’s sheer physical power, roughly around three tons.

Should one cultivate to the tenth layer, the power makes a qualitative leap to a terrifying fifty tons.

And legend has it that reaching perfection at the Thirteenth Layer, the body becomes Vajra Unbreakable, directly attaining the Perfect Fruit Position.

Roger, being extraordinarily talented, had now cultivated to the pinnacle of the ninth layer, where a single punch could deliver at least twenty-four tons of impact.

In this era of sparse Spiritual Energy during technological advancement, relying solely on physical strength to reach such levels is enough to dominate and awe the major players.

Within the entirety of the Black Sect, other than that one opponent who fortunately cultivated to the tenth layer, the new Dharma-raja, no one could best him in terms of strength.

Let alone the Han Land populace, which typically doesn’t emphasize physical cultivation post-martial arts decline.

Yet now, somehow this young man, emerging out of nowhere, completely restrained him with his single hand, exhibiting a relaxed demeanor like lifting a chick!