บท 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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