Chapter 716: Chapter 72: Routed
The bullet turned into a streak of Silver Light, shooting in front of the Monk, blocked by a mechanical arm, the collision triggered a fierce explosion, stirring up waves.
Yet, these were not just one bullet but seven, all blocked one by one by the Monk’s mechanical arm.
"Accept your fate, come with me willingly, and I might make it easier for you." The Monk emitted a mechanical synthesized voice.
Su Changxing’s face showed a hardened expression, saying: "Even if I die, I will never go with you, you old baldy."
The mention of "old baldy" by Su Changxing also irritated the Abbot of Magpie Mountain Temple.
This could be considered a sort of Spiritual Attack.
Su Changxing’s body was pierced by lasers, leaving several bloody holes, showing no signs of retreat, yet his expression remained relaxed.
The Golden Body of the Ancient Buddha coalesced once again, even larger this time, palms pounding at the surrounding mechanical arms.
"Relentless sincerity!"
The Monk shouted loudly, splendid Golden Light illuminating both him and Su Changxing.
Strange illusions appeared before Su Changxing, starting with humans, then turning into corpses crawling towards him, blood everywhere, remains scattered.
Then.
Corpses covered in fresh blood crawled onto Su Changxing, accumulating more and more until they completely covered him.
He felt a twinge of panic emerging from deep within, as these seemed to be the people he had killed, some with holes drilled in their brains, some severed bodies, and some dead from plague-related decay.
He knew this was the Monk’s doing, yet he couldn’t help but fall into it; this was a Spiritual Attack, not a direct one, but one that coaxed out his inner weakness.
Human nature has weaknesses, people especially have weaknesses.
Su Changxing’s Spirit surged with turbulent waves, his entire being started to shake, as if heaven and earth were about to collapse.
The crown-like Soul Ring was extremely stable, like the Stabilizing Needle, gradually stabilizing his entire Spirit.
All this happened in an instant, his gaze cleared up once again, looking at the Monk saying: "You’ve already lost, old baldy!"
He reached out, snapped his fingers lightly.
Immediately, the mechanical arms across the sky, the Monk’s movements suddenly came to a halt, the little skin left on his face showing signs of decay, "How could this be?"
Fear was revealed on his face, and more so, confusion; he knew Su Changxing could control the plague, but being of mechanical body, how could he possibly become infected, it was too absurd.
Moreover, Su Changxing was over a hundred meters away the entire time, how did he manage to touch him?
The bullet!
He recalled when Su Changxing fired the gun, the bullet exploded before him.
A dark green eye, resembling that of a serpent, appeared in the sky, staring intensely at the Monk.
Su Changxing’s entire Buddhist Light vanished suddenly, calmly saying, "Do you think that being of mechanical body you cannot be infected by the plague?"
This voice, like the voice of a Demon, narrated slowly, making the Abbot of Magpie Mountain Temple feel chilled.
Soon, the mechanical body of the Monk, along with the iron surface of the mechanical arms in the sky, showed some green fluorescence.
By then, the Monk realized something was wrong, but it was already too late; the plague’s paralysis effect slowed his movements significantly.
Su Changxing quickly fired, shattering the Silver mechanical arms one by one, breaking them off, dropping them to the ground.
The initially dire situation suddenly reversed polarities.
A massive golden Buddha palm descended from the sky towards the Monk, the shadow completely enveloping him under wind pressure, causing a violent collision.
Su Changxing’s body divided into seven, simultaneously firing at the Monk, four blocked, the remaining three piercing through his body, arm, chest, abdomen.
Su Changxing didn’t give him any breathing space, his body transformed into countless Bai Yu, taking out the revolver, shooting against the Monk’s back.
The bullet, with immense power, blasted a large hole through his mechanical body, revealing no wires or anything, only countless gears.
Su Changxing was quite curious what powered the mechanical body of the Monk; if it had power, it should be within his body, but now it seemed there wasn’t.
At this moment, the Monk’s body flipped 180 degrees, throwing a punch at him, carrying unrivaled Power, even the earth began to shiver, followed by a roar, leaving a dozen-meter pit.
Yet, a bell rang.
Su Changxing returned to his previous position, elegantly dodging the strike.
Now, he frowned; the Monk’s Life Force far exceeded his expectations, having been directly hit several times, yet still seemed unharmed.
If it weren’t for the plague corroding him, the outcome would really be uncertain.
To him, the safest course of action would be to turn around and leave through the temporary passage, returning to his original position.
However, he didn’t plan to let the Monk go; even a clay figurine would have some temper, let alone him.
The Abbot of Magpie Mountain Temple realized this plague was steadily eroding his life, at this rate, he could really die at the hands of this young man.
But he absolutely wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.
What a joke, he’s lived for so many years, how could he possibly die so easily at this young man’s hands.
He used a beam of Buddhist Light to cover himself, suppressing the plague within him, then turned and ran towards Magpie Mountain Temple.
"Ready to run when you can’t win? Not that simple."
Su Changxing revealed a cold smile, unleashing three Domains: the Light of Dusk, pitch-black chains, the fury of a blizzard.
The Monk turned back to see the Light of Dusk, body bound by pitch-black chains, in the blizzard, a layer of Frost covered his metal body.
His Speed slowed dramatically, face showing confusion, unable to understand why Su Changxing had three Domains.
These Domains possessed extreme resilience, breaking free, and forming again, relentlessly binding him, slowing his Speed significantly.
Su Changxing fired another shot at the Monk’s back, blasting out a moderate-sized hole.
Yet the Monk seized the opportunity, radiating a laser beam, slicing off his wrist, hand and gun dropping to the ground.
Su Changxing’s expression did not change a bit, immediately picking up the fallen gun, firing at the Monk again, the bullet exploding outside the Buddhist Light, yet the impact knocked him to the ground.
By this point, all his mechanical arms were shot off by Su Changxing one by one, scattered on the outskirts.
Su Changxing coughed a mouthful of blood with a smile, slowly walking towards the Abbot of Magpie Mountain Temple, "I have many chances, so I can go all out without worries, but you only have one chance, lose and you’re dead!"
His Buddhist Light enveloped the Monk, feeding the plague within him, making it erupt faster.
The Monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his mechanical body glowing green, seemingly resigning to fate, starting to chant scriptures in a low voice, "Whether egg-born, whether womb-born, whether moisture-born, whether transformation-born; whether possessing form, whether not possessing form; whether having thought, whether not having thought, whether neither having thought nor having no thought..."
Su Changxing carried the revolver in one hand, approaching and pulling the trigger at his forehead, with sparks colliding and metallic ringing, his head flew off.
That metal head landed heavily on the ground, mouth still moving, reciting Buddhist scripture: "... whether possessing form, whether not possessing form; whether having thought, whether not having thought, whether neither having thought nor having no thought..."
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