Chapter 259: The Poor Monk Wants It All

Batu slowly got up from the ground.

The marks on the black ground quickly vanished, Batu had no serious injuries on his body, but he felt deeply hurt inside.

If the first punch could still be excused as carelessness, then this punch left no excuse.

The opponent's genuine strength was simply greater than Batu's!

There was no way to deny it.

Batu spat out a mouthful of turbid air heavily, and the calm ground beneath his feet suddenly "boiled".

"Black Water Tribe warriors, follow me to kill the enemy!" Batu roared fiercely, he was indeed decisive, realizing this person was stronger than him, he immediately set aside face and chose to call for a joint attack.

The surrounding Black Water Tribe people froze for a moment, then immediately reacted.

Some people directly charged at Tang Luo, while the remaining high priests began using witchcraft.

Various black, white, yellow, red, or eerie, chilling, or frenzied witchcraft came one after another, blasting straight at the substitute wooden figure.

Moreover, a huge black fist suddenly appeared in front of the substitute wooden figure, smashing toward it simultaneously.

Behind in midair, Batu's figure abruptly appeared, diving downward from above.

His entire body was enveloped in a mass of black energy, directly condensing into the shape of a fist!

Descending Punch!

A very ordinary name, yet it was Batu's proud and powerful witchcraft—transforming himself into a fist, one punch capable of destroying cities and raiding villages, with astonishing power.

Facing the onslaught from all directions, the substitute wooden figure remained calm, instantly turned, and reached out.

The left hand's five fingers spread open, already catching the fastest and most powerful Descending Punch.

The black fist, as the substitute wooden figure closed its palm, was actually crushed with a single squeeze!

Everyone could only see the esteemed witch of the Black Water Tribe being grabbed by the head and turned into a blur.

Like a torn sack, he was grabbed and flung in all directions!

All the witchcraft around bombarded Batu, the black ground beneath his feet suddenly contracted, reducing by nearly half.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous roar, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

Batu was ultimately grabbed by the substitute wooden figure and smashed toward the black giant fist protruding from the ground.

Upon impact, the black giant fist shattered with a boom, the black ground further reduced in area, shrinking into an irregular "circle" no more than about five meters in diameter.

The Black Water Tribe warrior who had been the fastest and had not yet reached the substitute wooden figure's front involuntarily staggered in his steps.

This person is actually this formidable?!

Not only them, the five tribal chiefs and several witches also changed expression.

The strength of this white-haired monk truly exceeded their expectations.

However, no matter how surprised they were, it could not compare to Wuyang's shock—at this moment she had lost composure, staring blankly at Tang Luo.

She knew better than anyone how much strength the substitute wooden figure possessed.

Even if it were her own substitute wooden figure, using the most blood, with her mind fully sunk and focused entirely on control, the strength she could exert would at most be between that of a priest and a high priest.

Unrelated to the blood provided—even if the blood deliberately infused with her own strength was merely an embellishment, incapable of deciding the outcome.

What truly determines the substitute wooden figure's strength is its controller and the wooden figure's own capacity to bear power.

Even if the controller's strength doubled, the substitute wooden figure's limit remains there, unbreakable.

Like even the finest rider can at most make a nag run faster than before, but cannot make it keep pace with a thousand-li horse.

Xuanzang monk seizing her control and making the substitute wooden figure overpower the witch's method had completely exceeded Wuyang's expectations.

That sliver of unease and fear in her heart rapidly grew, turning into the dread of inviting wolves into the house.

With such strength, how could it possibly be used as cannon fodder for a feint?

Wuyang realized she seemed to have made a major mistake.

An irreparable major mistake.

Turning her head again, Wuyang no longer looked at Tang Luo, but toward the direction of the martial arts field.

Jin Gang wore a face full of exhilaration, truly deserving of being a great master—even the "substitute user" is this strong!

Tang Yuhan was thoughtful, originally thinking coming to Bei Yuan would involve a series of hard battles, but fortunately her strength kept rising in combat; now it seemed she had merely clung to a strong thigh.

This feeling of being able to completely rely on others was also rare for Tang Yuhan.

Though it did not match Tang Yuhan's original intention, later she could find a suitable opportunity to discuss with Master Xuanzang whether she could make a move.

Suddenly she felt like a small trumpet being led by a big trumpet.

"Hehe, Batu, it seems this person needs you and me to join forces."

On the field, the Black Water Tribe people hesitated, while the Witch Qiuwendá of the Flying Serpent Tribe laughed loudly, jumped down from the high platform, and walked slowly toward the substitute wooden figure.

Batu stood up beside his "cross post"—this originally already dilapidated cross post wooden frame, now even more dilapidated, covered in cracks.

It seemed as if a breeze would scatter it away.

Batu's body still showed no obvious injuries; in fact, most of the force from the attacks he received had been borne by the cross post.

The shrinkage of the ground beneath his feet was proof.

"Good." Batu said in a deep voice, reached out to pull out the cross wooden post, leaned it against his back, the post adhering to his back, yet it was now used in another way.

"Report your name."

Qiuwendá was not in a hurry to act, waved his hand to let the people around retreat, looked at Tang Luo and said, "You are not a nameless nobody; dying in battle here today counts as your honor."

In the tribe's future records, when today's battle is recorded, both sides' names will be there.

The stronger the opponent, the more it can show their strength and glory.

Simply put, these witches under Qiuwendá do not slay nameless nobodies.

The substitute wooden figure is merely a substitute, yet unable to speak, only smiled in response, and its body instantly vanished.

"Truly, no manners!" Qi Wenda said, his right arm suddenly swelling, bursting his clothes as he swept outward.

The substitute wooden man happened to appear here, throwing a punch.

The two collided, Qi Wenda slightly at a disadvantage, his body swaying, about to be blown away by the force of the substitute wooden man, following in Batu's footsteps.

Batu's figure also appeared just in time behind the substitute wooden man, his hands spreading wide.

A whirlwind stretched out from nowhere, enveloping the substitute wooden man.

At the same time, countless fist shadows flickered within the whirlwind, blasting toward the opponent!

The substitute wooden man turned and swept sideways, its violent force turning into a surging aura that collided with the whirlwind, both dissipating simultaneously.

On the other side, Qi Wenda seized the opportunity, roaring violently, his other arm similarly swelling as he slammed an elbow into the substitute wooden man's back.

The substitute wooden man lunged forward, both releasing force and using Qi Wenda's strength, charging toward Batu.

Batu remained calm, drawing circles in front of him with his hands, a black shield appearing.

He had once again deployed the Witch Shield.

However, this time unlike the hasty earlier attempt, he was not blown away and smashed to the ground; though the Witch Shield shattered with a boom under the substitute wooden man's punch,

Batu himself merely retreated a few steps, then lunged forward once more.

Behind him, Qi Wenda formed strange hand seals before his chest, his body swelling like his arms.

Black hair began to grow, and moments later, he had transformed into a black humanoid aberrant beast standing three meters tall.

The head was neither beast nor human, with a sharp red horn protruding from the center of the forehead.

"Kill!"

The black frenzied beast roared and charged toward the substitute wooden man.

The three "men" stood in a cluster, the substitute wooden man fighting two against one, yet not losing ground.

The five tribal leaders watching all changed expressions—such a figure, why had they never heard of him before?

And why had he come here to throw away his life?

Especially the leader of the Fusang tribe, who had long ago ordered the earth dug three feet deep, determined to uncover the hidden Great You people.

The enemy dared to use such a powerful being as bait—his intentions were surely not small.

"I'll go too," Xiong Batianxia said, speaking as he leapt down from the high platform.

Batu and Qi Wenda, trying to take down this white-haired monk, would not find it easy; the situation remained uncertain, he might undergo strange changes, so he decided to act.

Three joining forces to quickly subdue this person was the correct choice.

Seeing Xiong Batianxia also join the battle, disregarding dignity, Wu Youchao couldn't help but say: "You're not going?"

Wu Yang snorted coldly: "Me go? Should I rush up and set them all ablaze together?"

Wu Yang was most skilled in offensive arts, namely witchcraft like flames, unleashed with grand momentum and considerable power, yet he was inept at cooperating with others.

Once a witchcraft technique is unleashed, it distinguishes neither friend nor foe.

Originally, not distinguishing friend from foe would have been harmless, even allowing a delay of one or two, but now Tang Luo stood behind Wu Yang.

Wu Yang could not possibly determine what this white-haired monk truly intended; if he accidentally provoked him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, Wu Yang would rather stand here and watch than take action.

But she found a decent excuse, Wu Youchao couldn't suppress her, so he could only snort coldly.

As for the others, wanting to join the battle and strike—going would only make them cannon fodder, actually useless.

Not just anyone can participate in the "Wu" combat.

Xiong Batianxia landed, a sword drawn behind him, his body flashing swiftly through the battle group, leaving only an afterimage.

After planting his feet, he turned and swung another sword, likewise sweeping through the battle group, then came again.

Three times in total, Xiong Batianxia glanced at his planted stance.

A surge of violent energy swept through the battle group, Qi Wenda and Batu retreating, creating distance from the substitute wooden man, not rushing in immediately.

The substitute wooden man slowly raised his right arm, the robe above suddenly shattering, turning into a ball of flame in midair.

A red line could be seen slowly emerging on the arm, expanding, blood continuously gushing out.

Moments later, the right arm snapped off directly from the wound, falling to the ground, turning into a ball of flame that burned into a pile of ashes.

The blood at the break soon stopped flowing.

At the same time, the blade in Xiong Batianxia's hand shattered and fell to the ground, leaving only a bare sword hilt.

Xiong Batianxia casually tossed the useless hilt to the ground, then drew another sword.

One sword for one arm—however you look at it, the Bei Yuan side gained greatly.

Yet the three witches joining forces also destroyed Xiong Batianxia's cherished sword, which he valued more than his life, to achieve this result.

If this person had not appeared here under such circumstances, in another place, who would be his match?

White robe, white hair, yet like a shadow lying across everyone's hearts.

"Not bad."

Tang Luo praised in a sentence.

Wu Yang's body trembled, not knowing what the monk was praising.

Could it be praising Xiong Batianxia?

"Your wooden man is not bad; how many more do you have? The poor monk wants them all." Tang Luo looked at Wu Yang and said.