Chapter 357: I Learned From Him

Regarding Yu Lin's refusal to enter the competition.

The centaur let out a long sigh, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and subconsciously wanted to raise a hand to wipe the non‑existent cold sweat from his forehead, but realizing he had no hands, he could only regretfully give up.

He looked at Feimeng, whose Holy Book in his hand had turned to ash and scattered, and sneered:

"It seems your face isn't big enough?"

"Then go die!"

Before the words finished, his figure jolted, instantly splitting into hundreds of thousands of solid after‑images that filled the entire arena sky, dazzling the eyes and making it hard to locate his true form!

At the same time, above each after‑image a Magic Array quickly coalesced!

Immediately, a sour‑metal grinding sound rang out, and swords of Magic blazing with Hell fire and entwined with shadow energy poured out from those Magic Arrays like a downpour!

Those tens of thousands of Magic swords did not fire directly at Feimeng, but zipped, combined, and condensed in the air! In the blink of an eye, a massive dark greatsword large enough to block the sky suddenly took shape!

The blade bore lava‑like veins, the space at the edge of the blade subtly warped, exuding a terrifying pressure that could destroy everything!

The centaur Demon retracted all after‑images, his true form appearing behind the greatsword; he poured all his Magic into it without reservation, his complexion turning deathly pale, yet the madness in his eyes reached its peak!

"Die!!!"

He let out a tearing roar, and the dark greatsword, as if it could cleave Hell itself, bearing thunderous force, ruthlessly swung down toward the ant‑sized Feimeng below!

Where the blade passed, space was torn into fine black streaks; the Frenzy Sword Aura hadn't even reached the body yet, but had already cracked the ground around Feimeng inch by inch!

Facing this world‑shattering blow, Feimeng's face showed a solemn expression.

But he neither dodged nor fled; instead he performed a move that left all Demons gaping—he thrust his hand forward, with a "shhh‑la" sound, tearing his upper‑body gentlemanly tuxedo to pieces, revealing a smooth‑lined, muscular yet not bulky, robust torso.

Even more shocking, the instant his bare upper body was exposed—

"Woom—!"

An indescribable, pure and vast golden radiance burst from his body! That light was not the aggressive blaze of Holy Light, but the compassionate Buddha Light!

A solid Karma Golden Wheel, its rim swirling with countless tiny Sanskrit characters, exuding sandalwood and lotus fragrance, slowly rose behind him, turning gently, shedding myriad harmonious golden rays that framed him with a majestic aura, as if Buddha had descended!

That scene made several Demon Kings on the stage gape.

Even Beelzebub scratched his head and whispered:

"What has this kid learned? Why so mixed up?!!"

Below.

Feimeng pressed his palms together at his chest, his voice booming, resonating throughout the noisy Hell:

"My Buddha, compassionate!"

"Now feel the power of Buddha!"

He thrust his clasped hands forward abruptly, the right palm rising alone, palm facing outward!

"Tathagata Divine Palm!"

With his low shout, a colossal golden Buddha Palm, its texture clear and bearing a huge golden "swastika" Buddha seal rotating on the palm, materialized out of thin air!

Above the Buddha Palm, faint Sanskrit chants and fleeting lotus shadows rose, bearing boundless Buddhist authority and compassionate resolve to save all beings, moving steadily toward the descending dark greatsword!

One side was the ultimate demonic blade, gathering ten thousand swords, burning Hell fire, intent on destroying everything!

The other side was the compassionate Buddha Palm, imbued with supreme Buddhist law, radiating countless Golden Light, aimed at salvation and chastisement!

Under countless shocked gazes, the two collided in midair with a thunderous impact!

"Clang—！！！！！！！！！"

It was not an explosive roar, but a sound like an ancient temple's massive bell struck, resonant and grand, instantly drowning out all Hell's clamor!

The golden Buddha Light and dark demonic aura intertwined, eroded, and vanished wildly! The dazzling glare made all Demons instinctively close their eyes or turn away!

The standoff lasted only a heartbeat.

The next moment, the "swastika" Buddha seal in the golden Buddha Palm's palm burst into brilliance, its rotation speed soaring!

Crack…

A fine yet heart‑pounding cracking sound rang out, and the dark greatsword, which had gathered the centaur Demon's entire power, began at the tip that touched the Buddha Palm to show countless spider‑web cracks!

The cracks quickly spread across the entire blade!

"Boom—!!!"

A muffled thud sounded; the massive dark greatsword could not withstand the boundless Buddha power, exploding with a roar, turning into countless black demonic fragments that drifted skyward, then were purified by Buddha Light and vanished into nothing!

The Buddha Palm's potency did not diminish; though its glow dimmed slightly, it still bore overwhelming force, firmly imprinting itself on the centaur Demon's chest, which had become rigid from the Magic backlash.

"Puff—!"

The centaur Demon, as if struck by lightning, spewed blood wildly, his whole body flipping like a kite with a broken line, tracing a long parabola, and, under the stunned gazes of the Demons, plunged far into the arena's edge where a roiling, bubbling sea of magma churned!

"Goo‑doo… Goo‑doo…"

After a few faint bubbling sounds, the magma sea calmed.

After a long while, the centaur finally rose from the magma sea.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, unwillingly saying:

"Wait until I go back and train more; I will definitely defeat you again!"

Having said that, he turned and flew away.

On the arena, only Feimeng remained, his Buddha Light gradually receding, the Karma Golden Wheel behind him slowly fading.

He clasped his hands again, speaking softly:

"Amitabha."

"What the heck! Ah, you are my son! You are a Demon! Demon! What does Amitabha matter? One day I'll, your father, go duel him!"

"Who taught you such a mixed style? I don't know........."

Beelzebub, seeing him still chanting the Buddha name, immediately erupted in a tirade.

Feimeng: ".........."

Sorry, I'm learning from Uncle Yu.

....... Beelzebub sat back down, nodded and said, "Then that's all."

Learning from him is good; we must learn from him.

Hmm, from now on all your brothers and sisters must learn from him; I'll leave this matter to you.