Chapter 883 Buddhist Martial Arts
Chapter 883: Chapter 883: Buddhist Martial Arts Chapter 883: Chapter 883: Buddhist Martial Arts Facing the ferociously approaching opponent, Fang Lin showed no fear at all. He stood his ground and applied the Kylin Martial Arts.
The Kylin Phantom coiled around him, the Power of the Demon Bone was unleashed, and combined with Fang Lin’s already formidable physical strength, his momentum soared as he clashed continuously with the burly man.
The more the burly man fought, the more alarmed he became. Fang Lin’s strength was somewhat beyond his expectations. He had thought he could easily defeat Fang Lin, but now it was clear that it would be a tough battle.
“Take this punch!” The burly man suddenly threw an immensely powerful punch, as if an infinite amount of power was concentrated in it.
The punch boomed out, mighty enough to shock the heavens!
Fang Lin also unleashed the Kylin Fist, and amidst the surge of black light, the low roar of the Kylin could be heard.
The two fists collided, and Fang Lin let out a muffled grunt, his arm trembling slightly as he staggered backward.
But the burly man didn’t move an inch, completely dominating the fight.
“The strength of that punch was even more terrifying than the last one,” Fang Lin thought to himself, not expecting that the burly man still had reserves of energy.
Seeing Fang Lin being suppressed, the burly man’s sinister smile grew even denser, striding forward, his fists flew out together, unleashing a series of fierce martial arts moves as if countless boulders were relentlessly crashing down on Fang Lin.
Without any hesitation, Fang Lin donned his Kylin armor. The burly man’s physical strength was too strong; without the protection of the Kylin armor, Fang Lin wouldn’t be able to freely fight back.
“Your Demon Bone seems rather good but is a pity that in the face of absolute strength, even with the Demon Bone, you cannot bridge the gap in power.” The burly man sneered coldly, becoming even more aggressive with each punch, as if his power was continuously escalating, one punch surpassing the next.
With the protection of the Kylin armor and his own considerable strength, Fang Lin could hold his own against the burly man.
But as time passed, Fang Lin began to wear down. The burly man’s body was frighteningly powerful, seemingly impossibly strong, and as they continued to exchange blows, it was like there was an inexhaustible power within him that kept surging out.
Fang Lin had already pushed his physical strength to the limit, but his opponent’s physical strength was still steadily increasing.
If this continued, Fang Lin would inevitably be completely suppressed, with no glimpse of hope for victory.
“Your physical strength is strong, but it’s still a lot less than mine,” the burly man said as he bombarded Fang Lin, seemingly intending to demoralize Fang Lin with his words.
Fang Lin turned a deaf ear, releasing his ultimate power. The body is a treasure trove of potential that only becomes stronger with persistent effort.
In the Wuji Battle Temple, Fang Lin had tapped into this once, and that’s how he obtained his current strength.
Now, even though the fight with the burly man was rife with crisis, Fang Lin treated it as another chance to temper himself.
Boom!
Another punch collided. This was their umpteenth clash, fists meeting with forces relentlessly pouring out.
This time, Fang Lin was not knocked back, standing firm on the spot. Even though his arms trembled, he was indeed faring much better than before.
“Hm?” The burly man finally sensed something amiss. Fang Lin’s strength was also increasing, albeit not very obviously. But compared to when they first started fighting, it was definitely different.
“So, you too are the same kind of person as I am!” The burly man grinned malevolently.
“I am stronger than you!” Fang Lin responded, his tone full of arrogance and unruly defiance.
The burly man became enraged, and with a roar, dense, maze-like text surfaced on his arms as if it was a scripture.
Upon seeing this scripture, Fang Lin’s eyes suddenly changed.
“The empowerment method of the Seven Seas Buddhist Sect?” Fang Lin said, his figure leaping back immediately to distance himself from the burly man.
“You do have some insight,” the burly man commented, his arms radiating a strange golden light, with Buddhist scriptures emerging, making his arms swell even more.
Fang Lin’s expression grew serious, he had not expected the burly man to have so many techniques at his disposal. His physical strength was already formidable, and now with the empowerment of the Seven Seas Buddhist Sect, his power was likely to surpass the limits of a Spirit Vein martial artist.
As expected, he saw the burly man throw a punch, and before the fist even arrived, the fierce punch’s wind had already made Fang Lin feel a suffocation in his breath.
He absolutely must not take it head-on!
This thought instinctively rose in Fang Lin’s mind; this punch was too powerful, not something he could take at the moment.
Without hesitation, Fang Lin slapped the Nine Palace Bag, and a dark ink stamp roared out, pressing straight towards the burly man.
“Bring it on!” the burly man laughed wildly, unfazed, and met the dark ink stamp with a punch.
This scene shocked Fang Lin; even he did not have the ability to withstand the dark ink stamp head-on, but the burly man did precisely that.
The dark ink stamp’s momentum was stalled, forcibly blocked by the burly man’s fist.
The burly man’s stance was steady, as if rooted to the ground, facing the dark ink stamp with the ultimate force and not seeming to struggle at all.
“Get out of my way!” the big man roared, throwing out another punch, both fists pounding on the dark ink stamp.
With that, the dark ink stamp immediately flew backwards, seemingly unable to pressure the burly man.
Seeing this, Fang Lin opened his Spirit Eyes, using the power of the Spirit Eyes to suppress the burly man’s power.
“Mere Spirit Eyes, what can you do to me?” the burly man bellowed, a Spirit Eye also opening on his forehead, seemingly not much inferior to Fang Lin’s.
The dark ink stamp kept bombarding the burly man, but he handled it with ease, fending off with his fists continuously.
Fang Lin once again performed the martial arts of the Supreme Saint Hall, vortexes appearing. As the dark ink stamp occupied the burly man, he kept condensing power.
The vortex grew larger and spun faster. This time, it didn’t absorb other forces, but it had condensed all of Fang Lin’s Inner Strength. The power was slightly less than the last time he used it, but it was still not to be underestimated.
The vortex swept out, and the burly man did not dare to be careless. On his left fist, a golden light swirled, with an Arhat Phantom faintly appearing.
The Buddhist Arhat represents strength!
This punch was the Arhat Fist!
Boom!
But this time, the clash went in favor of Fang Lin!
Although the Buddhist Arhat indeed embodies strength, the martial arts performed by Fang Lin were from the Supreme Saint Hall and were on a completely higher level than the Arhat Fist.
In the vortex, containing all of Fang Lin’s Inner Strength, the power fully unleashed proved too much for the burly man to withstand.
He was seen taking hits, staggering back repeatedly, and also getting fiercely struck by the dark ink stamp.
With that hit, the burly man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression growing rather unsightly.
However, Fang Lin still felt a tinge of disappointment. Although he had the upper hand, he had not been able to completely defeat the man. The outcome of the battle had not been truly decided yet.