Chapter 382

Although the other side had many people, Zhang Zhang Wuji was not afraid; in his view, justice would prevail.

"Shameless scoundrel, how dare you insult me!" Master Master Wuchen roared and attacked with his staff.

"Hmph!"

Su Hang snorted coldly, swept his right leg horizontally, and kicked directly onto the monk’s right arm holding the Zen staff. A massive force was transmitted through the staff to Master Master Wuchen’s body, directly shaking Master Master Wuchen away.

Master Master Wuchen rolled back four or five times before he stabilized his figure.

"This..."

Everyone saw this, and the expressions on their faces froze.

This guy is so strong!

Master Master Wuchen was shaken back by one move, and his face was inevitably a bit ugly.

No matter what, he was a famous enlightened monk in the Western Regions; being shaken back by one move by a yellow-haired kid here was simply too outrageous.

He was in the Buddhist Diamond Realm, plus dozens of Jianghu experts from First to Third Grade.

Even if Su Hang was a Land Immortal, it wasn't impossible to fight him.

Thinking of this, a flash of brilliance crossed Master Master Wuchen’s eyes: "Everyone, follow me to subdue this person!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

In an instant, dozens of experts drew their swords together.

Waves of terrifying True Qi caused the entire space to boil.

"Big brother, do we need help?" Zhang Zhang Wuji asked Su Hang beside him.

Su Hang smiled indifferently: "No need. Wait for me right here; watch me go and snatch that Blood Jade Buddha Pagoda from Master Master Wuchen's hands for you!"

Having said this, Su Hang leaped into the air and headed straight for the monk.

"Arrogant!"

A surge of ferocity appeared between Master Master Wuchen's brows. He formed a hand seal with one hand, and a massive swastika symbol condensed and took shape before him, emitting a brilliant, dazzling radiance that shone as brightly as the sun.

The swastika symbol left his palm and struck toward Su Hang.

Su Hang's expression remained calm. He pressed his two fingers together into a sword shape, and a bolt of lightning tore through the void, slashing toward the swastika symbol.

"Crack!"

In less than a second, the swastika symbol had vanished into nothingness. By this time, Su Hang had closed in on the monk, his two fingers aiming straight for Master Master Wuchen's throat.

The speed was too fast; it left Master Master Wuchen no room to dodge. Master Master Wuchen only managed to tilt his body slightly, narrowly avoiding Su Hang's two fingers, but a hole was still pierced through his shoulder.

Fresh blood flowed out.

Su Hang's strength was no longer what it once was. Having undergone the system's modification, it would be no exaggeration to say he now stood above all others.

"How dare you!"

Master Master Wuchen's aged face flushed red. As a dignified, enlightened high monk from India, he had actually been injured!

Seeing him fly into a rage from embarrassment, he let out a loud shout, brandishing his Zen staff until it whistled, and swept it toward Su Hang...

At this moment, those Western Region experts finally reacted, coordinating with Master Master Wuchen to attack Su Hang.

Suddenly, the scene became chaotic, with waves of true Qi surging and a pungent, fishy odor filling the air.

Master Master Wuchen swept his staff over. Su Hang caught the Zen staff between his two fingers and lifted it upward, blocking the monk's attack. He took advantage of the momentum to seize the staff, then swung it out, forcing Master Master Wuchen to retreat continuously.

Su Hang pressed his advantage, holding the Zen staff with both hands and relentlessly bearing down on Master Master Wuchen.

"Snap..."

Suddenly, Master Master Wuchen spread his arms, and a surging burst of true Qi erupted. Caught off guard, Su Hang was sent flying backward by the true Qi, crashing heavily onto the ground and shattering the hard stone slabs.

"Ugh—"

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

This monk's martial arts were indeed brilliant; he was truly worthy of being a Vajra Realm existence in the Buddhist school.

Su Hang climbed to his feet, feeling a stifling tightness in his chest. That burst of true Qi just now had been like a volcanic eruption—surging and tyrannical—striking him directly in the chest and leaving him in constant pain.

However, it was clear that Master Master Wuchen was in more pain than him.

The force just now was very violent, so much so that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire face had turned much paler.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, Master Master Wuchen walked over slowly, looked at Su Hang, and chanted a Buddhist name with his hands together.

"The donor is young, yet you have reached the realm of a Land Immortal; it is truly rare. I admire you!" Master Master Wuchen was full of praise, but his tone changed suddenly. "However, you have committed a great mistake and your sins are deep. I will never allow you to continue to harm the world. Please surrender!"

Su Hang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly. "Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight. Do you think I'm afraid of you!"

"Stubborn! Since that is the case, I will learn your martial arts!"

Master Master Wuchen snorted coldly, and his body shook. His kasaya flew, and he soared into the sky like a cannonball, his Zen staff hitting Su Hang fiercely.

"Boom!"

A fierce iron fist with a gale arrived in an instant.

The momentum was enough to make any martial artist shrink back. Su Hang’s pupils contracted, and he quickly gathered his energy, channeling all his True Qi into his palms to meet it.

"Bang!"

A fierce air wave exploded. Su Hang was hit by the monk and slid backward, finally hitting a towering tree before barely stopping.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Su Hang’s mouth, his entire arm was numb, the web between his thumb and index finger was split, and his skin even showed faint signs of tearing.

What a strong internal force.

This monk could actually reach such an astonishing level of physical strength; it was truly extraordinary. The Buddhist Diamond Realm was indeed remarkable, and this Monk Master Wuchen’s combat power was indeed formidable!

Moreover, it could be seen that this monk’s physical cultivation was far above his own. If he hadn't used the advantages of the system, he would probably only have the option of running away now.

However, this was just right; the stronger he was, the more excited Su Hang became.

"Donor, give up resistance. I will leave you a whole corpse; otherwise, don't blame me for not showing mercy later!" Monk Master Wuchen put his hands together and looked at Su Hang with compassion, as if looking at a dead person.

"What kind of thing are you? If I, Su, want to leave, who can stop me?" Su Hang shouted coldly, tipped his toes, and turned into a breeze, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Amitabha!"

Master Master Wuchen put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and then stomped his foot, disappearing as well.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of dull sounds echoed from mid-air. Two shadows intertwined and fought in the air, each collision setting off surging air waves, and the stones on the ground were blown high into the air, showing how exquisite their control of power was.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, Master Master Wuchen spat out a mouthful of blood. Su Hang struck his right wrist with a spear, and with a scream, the Zen staff in his hand fell to the ground.

"Swish!"

Master Master Wuchen’s other hand reached out quickly, grabbed the spearhead, and pulled hard. Su Hang and the spear stumbled violently.

"Donor, do not be obsessed!"

Master Master Wuchen planted the Zen staff on the ground, knelt with both knees, sat cross-legged, and floated, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

Su Hang struggled to stand up and looked at Master Master Wuchen. "Shameless boasting!"

"Hehe, you still don't believe it? I have entered the perfection of the Diamond Realm; how can you shake me? Surrender obediently!" Master Master Wuchen smiled coldly, looking as if he had the victory in his grasp.