Chapter 276: Sacrificial Technique - 276
Lernean felt the power of the sword strike above him and without hesitation he transformed back into his humanoid form and dodged out of the way.
The moment he left the area, the sword strike hit where he was standing. Seemingly unfazed, Lernean began to run towards Yao Mun.
Yao Mun's eye had the ability to display an attack above his combat strength every now and then. There was a cooldown, but the ability was incredibly powerful.
Without sustaining injuries, the attack would have to be only one level above his combat strength. Anything higher than that would cause injuries ranging from a cut on his body to the complete decimation of his body and soul.
Yao Mun had just displayed an attack one level above him when he attacked Lernean. At the very least, Yao Mun's combat power was at the same level as Lerneans. It was likely to be higher. Therefore, the sword attack could have very likely killed Lernean.
As Lernean ran towards Yao Mun, he once again transformed, this time slightly limiting his size. Although he was half the size as before, he still towered over Yao Mun.
As Lernean was about to use an attack, Yao Mun looked at him with disdain.
Although Yao Mun's lesser increase ability was on cooldown, he still had the ability to display an attack much higher in level than him, just with a price.
Since he completely healed after every battle, so what if he lost an arm or two?
As Lernean was about to attack, Yao Mun swung his sword in a similar way to before, a light in his eye shining.
The instant his sword hit the ground, a giant sword wave made out of demon Qi appeared and flew towards Lernean. Before Lernean could even react, he was sliced in half and appeared outside the stage.
Outside the stage was silence. Everyone was in shock at Yao Mun's attack. It was simply far too overpowered in this setting.
For an instant, everyone outside saw Yao Mun's arm disappear, but when he appeared outside the barrier, he was perfectly fine.
Eventually, the announcer spoke.
"Third round second fight winner! Yao Mun!"
"The finals will be after one more brief break. In that time, may both finalists fully prepare." The voice spoke.
Once again, the white door appeared.
Once again, everyone entered the room from before.
Yao Mun sat in the same place as before, eating the delicious food.
Meanwhile, Ying Xiong was nervously eating with Zhou Fan and his mother.
"There is no possible way that I can win. Did you see his last attack? How is that fair? What kind of bullsh*t is that?" He said as he sweat profusely.
"Language." His mother spoke.
Zhou Fan laughed as he looked at Ying Xiong.
"There is no way that you can win unless you are willing to die for it." Zhou Fan spoke.
Ying Xiong looked up at him confused. Zhou Fan continued to speak.
"If you couldn't tell from before, Yao Mun had to sacrifice his arm in order to have strength far surpassing his ability. He only had to sacrifice that little because of his special ability. For someone like you, you would have to sacrifice your life in order to match him. With your life, you could match him even if he sacrifices two arms and a leg." Zhou Fan explained.
"I don't know any life sacrificing techniques. There was never any good reason or time to learn them. How would I go about sacrificing my life?" Ying Xiong questioned Zhou Fan.
"There are three main ways to sacrifice your life for greater power. One, have a special ability like Yao Mun does. Two, use a special technique like most people would. Finally, three, the hardest, be so full of resolve and will that you momentarily are able to expend even your own life." Zhou Fan explained.
He then continued. "Naturally, you don't have the will to sacrifice yourself for a competition. That would require a life and death situation or plain insanity. Obviously, you don't have a special ability like Yao Mun. Therefore, in order to even the playing field, even just slightly, I will impart an ability that allows you to sacrifice your life in order to increase your power."
Although he avoided using specific words like divine physique, Zhou Fan planned to give Ying Xiong a technique that would sacrifice his life in order to temporarily allow him to display the power of his divine physique.
Under normal circumstances, he would only be able to use the divine physique's power at the void traversing realm.
Although Zhou Fan had allowed all abilities to be used even if they needed to be unlocked at a higher level, Ying Xiong had never used his divine physique. He likely didn't even know that he had one.
Even if a mortal was given the power of god for a moment, he would need to learn in order to create life. It was not something instantly known.
As Zhou Fan stopped speaking, he took out a talisman he had just created and stuck it on Ying Xiongs forehead. The talisman then burst into a golden light and shot into Ying Xiongs body. This would allow him to sacrifice his life and use his divine physique a single time.
"Go get em tiger." Zhou Fan said before the white door appeared.
30 minutes had already passed.
Once everyone was back in the arena, two tokens floated in the air. The number 3 token and the number 15 token.
Ying Xiong and Yao Mun jumped on the stage and looked at each other. As the numbers counted down, Ying Xiong seemed to calm down. He was no longer nervous or sweaty.
Everything seemed to be much clearer. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, a golden light seemed to be within.
The moment the battle started, Yao Mun burst towards Ying Xiong.
Meanwhile, Ying Xiong did not waste any time. In an instant, he used the technique.
A golden light flooded out of his body!
Chapter 277: Back Painting - 277
The moment that the golden light burst out, Yao Mun stopped moving. Although he was evil and insane, he was not stupid.
The golden light overflowing from Ying Xiong gave him a sense of overwhelming power. Alongside that, there was a feeling of repulsion. It was as if what he was looking at was the very opposite of him.
After a moment, the golden light changed. Yet, instead of becoming weaker, it became much stronger. Ying Xiong's upper clothes ripped to shreds while his pants seemed to expand.
As the shirt came off, everyone in the arena saw the cause of the golden light. On Ying Xiong's back, a painting of a thousand meditating bald men surrounding a golden tree shone with light. It drew the attention of the entire room towards it.
Suddenly, the painting seemed to slightly change. The thousand men's mouths seemed to be moving. Then, a sound was heard. It was quiet at first, but it soon increased to the point that everyone could hear it.
It was the sound of a thousand chanting bald men. Each of them was saying something different, yet every person in the room heard what each man was saying clearly.
"Life in any world is unstable, it is swept away.
"Life in any world has no shelter and no protector."
"Life in any world has nothing of its own."
"Life in any world is incomplete, insatiable, slaves of craving."
"There are four kinds of loss, loss through aging, loss through sickness, loss of wealth, and loss of relatives."
"These, monks, are the eight streams of merit."
"For I am the arahant in the world, I am the teacher supreme, I alone am perfectly enlightened, the one whose fires are quenched and extinguished."
Many varying sentences, some related and some unrelated, filled the stands. While many were confused, only one understood what they were.
'The teachings of the Buddha.' Zhou Fan thought to himself.
To Zhou Fan, the Buddha was the only being he had ever truly respected in life, the only being he had deemed superior to him. The honored one, the teacher supreme, the one who is perfectly enlightened.
Throughout all of time, only one man had gained such titles.
The Buddha's teachings, so powerful and impactful on Zhou Fan himself, seemed to have integrated into the universe. A testament to his greatness.
Zhou Fan had still yet to figure out whether buddhist Qi had always existed, perhaps under another name, or unnamed considering that Zhou Fan named all of the Qi's, or if the Qi was brought into existence by the Buddha's existence.
The second possibility seemed unlikely to Zhou Fan, but if cultivation existed, then who knows what is possible.
Eventually, the chanting stopped sounding, and the golden light receded, staying only on the tattoo itself.
Ying Xiong stared at Yao Mun, his face showing signs of wrinkles and old age, and his hair slowly turning gray.
He looked at Yao Mun with a calm face, as if he was staring at a tree or a rock.
"I only have thirty seconds." He spoke to himself. "I must make it count."
Then, Ying Xiong disappeared from his spot. Yao Mun's eyes widened as he dodged to the side. In the same moment, Ying Xiong appeared and grabbed at his arm.
His arm seemed to move slowly as his golden eyes stared calmly, yet the arm moved faster than Yao Mun's dodge and successfully took hold of his arm.
Feeling Ying Xiong's touch, Yao Mun made the split second decision to sacrifice his arm.
Just as Ying Xiong was about to pull, which would have resulted in Yao Mun's arm being ripped away, the arm turned into a pile of mush and Yao Mun's eye shined. Then, faster than Ying Xiong could react, a fist hit him in the side of his head, sending him flying.
Ying Xiong only went flying for a hundred feet before stopping. He landed on his feet.
He had the same calm look, but the left side of his face was slightly drooping and very bloody.
Without hesitation, he moved again, appearing behind Yao Mun. Yao Mun turned around and kicked him in the face, sacrificing the leg he did not use to kick.
Ying Xiong went flying again, but the situation repeated itself. Now, both the left and right sides of his face were injured.
However, knowing he was on a time limit, Ying Xiong appeared in front of Yao Mun again.
Yao Mun, who had given an arm and a leg to this fight, decided to think instead of continuing to sacrifice his body parts.
Unfortunately, Ying Xiong was too fast. The moment that Yao Mun hesitated, Ying Xiong punched him in the face, causing a nearly fatal injury.
Yao Mun went flying back hundreds of feet and only stopped when he fell to the ground.
His face was almost completely obliterated. He had no skin on the front and his skull was missing pieces and dented in.
In an instant, Yao Mun realized how serious and dangerous his situation actually was. A single punch had nearly instantly killed him.
Ignoring the injury, Yao Mun stood up and flew into the air. Although he was missing an arm and a leg, flying required neither. He could be nothing but a torso and still technically fly fine.
He held his remaining hand in front of his face. It was clenched in a fist and his thumb was on top.
Then, his eye lit up again. His remaining leg disappeared as four Qi's flew out of his body and formed a sword. It was held by the hand in front of him.
The sword's base was metal Qi, and added onto it was Demon Qi, Dark Qi, and Fire Qi.
Meanwhile, Ying Xiong prepared his defense down below. Although he could have gone offensive, he knew that he likely did not have enough time due to the speed that Yao Mun was going, along with the fact that after this strike, Yao Mun would be incapacitated.
A bell similar to before, but now covered in runes and many times stronger than before, covered his body as Yao Mun's eyes snapped open.
Yao Mun held the sword up while looking at Ying Xiong, before raising the sword and slashing down.
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