Chapter 342: 318 Attempt Part 2

“Makes sense.” Kong He grinned, showing his teeth, and raised his head, taking a big gulp of liquor.

“Living is naturally for enjoyment!”

He burped.

“Look at this world: beauties, fine wine, delicious food, power, and the status of ruling over everyone else! There are so many things worth fighting for!

With so many goals, there’s always motivation to pursue them. What is there to be dissatisfied with? Or could it be, you’ve had enough of everything?”

“Enjoyment equates to stagnation, stagnation leads to being surpassed, and ultimately losing all that you possess,” the man in the black robe replied.

“You are too extreme.” Kong He laughed heartily. “To enjoy is to be carefree, completely indulgent, allowing your body and mind to be thoroughly unleashed, thoroughly relaxed! Only in overcoming others can one explode with greater strength!”

“But… what if the process of overcoming costs others pain?” The man in the black robe asked gloomily.

“Hahaha! Isn’t this world just like that? Surpassing others, defeating others, killing others, enslaving others! The weak should be the dogs of the strong! Isn’t this as it should be?” Kong He laughed.

“Is that so?” The man in the black robe hesitated.

“Everyone does it, if you don’t do it, then you’re wrong.” Kong He said nonchalantly.

“…Thank you for your enlightenment.” The man in the black robe paused, “I feel much better now.”

“It’s no problem, those who are destined will naturally receive help, you and I are fated, today you are lucky. The Great Buddha is also in a good mood.” Kong He smiled and patted the man’s shoulder.

“Really?” The man in the black robe was startled, then sighed, “Since you also understand.”

He gently lifted the cloak, revealing a robust and towering figure underneath.

“Then, I can act boldly and decisively….”

Under the cloak, the man surprisingly wore a human skin mask that seemed very fake and expressionless.

“Sorry.” The cloaked man said softly, “I will try to make you feel no pain….”

Kong He suddenly felt a chill, inexplicably sobering up from half of his drunkenness.

A layer of fine white sweat rapidly seeped out from his forehead and back.

He quickly looked up at the cloaked man.

A sharp sense of threat surged quickly to his heart.

Swish!

He raised his hand, right arm making a move with the Western Sect’s unique martial arts, Small Western Heavenly Palm, striking fiercely at the man.

Small Western Heavenly Palm is famous for its heavy force; it can amplify and enhance the cultivator’s own power and explosive speed during practice and usage.

This is a special palm technique somewhat akin to Hard Skill.

Average speed, fair palm technique, very few flaws, and can integrate practice and application, quite favored by the monks at the West Sect True Buddha Temple.

Kong He used fifty percent of his strength in this move.

The opponent was bold with his words, but in actuality, Kong He was mainly probing.

After all, being a Three Emptiness Spiritual Veins, he could sense that the man was still a mortal.

Lacking that special aura and presence of grandmasters, not seeming like the Extreme Realm lunatics.

Besides them, who else could make him fear?

No one.

So, hearing the words of the cloaked man, he felt like laughing.

Such overconfident words were only spoken by newcomers who had just stepped into the martial world, thinking their skills were unbeatable.

Anyone with some experience in the martial world wouldn’t dare say such arrogant and baseless things.

Even if the opponent’s strength was formidable, only one outcome awaited them, which was to wear them down.

Swish!

Kong He’s palm missed the target, grazing the side of the opponent.

He paused slightly, then smoothly swung his arm in a sweep.

Again, it missed.

He kicked upward.

Left palm struck directly at the man’s chest, chopping, pushing forward, converting fingers, multiple points.

A flurry of moves flashed out like lightning, even the air in front of Kongwu was hit with slight explosive sounds.

Yet oddly, no matter how he attacked, the opponent seemed to preemptively evade, predicting his strike position.

This time Kong He sobered up completely; he accelerated, increased strength, but it was meaningless as the opponent completely anticipated his attacks.

No matter how he attacked, whether feints or real moves, the opponent could accurately grasp and easily avoid them.

“You bastard…!!?” Kong He was already slightly agitated inside.

This feeling…. Grandmaster!? But it didn’t seem like it; grandmasters’ absolute defense circle is very obvious, and the person before him had no concept of defense circle.

“All you know is how to dodge everywhere?!” Kong He completed an entire set of Small Western Heavenly Palm but still couldn’t touch the opponent’s clothes.

Finally, he couldn’t suppress it.

Hiss…

Streams of Qi and blood circulated, expanded, and boiled.

“Dharma Aspect·Yaksha!!”

Kong He’s entire being gradually transformed into a black-red color, body beginning to swell, particularly the legs.

Bang!

Suddenly the sand underfoot exploded, rain-like seas of sand shot backward.

And this burst brought terrifying speed, several levels faster than before.

’Limit-Breaking Skill·Miraculous Foot Movement!’

Kong He’s figure suddenly twisted, surprisingly stooping low in front of the cloaked man, disappearing.

When he reappeared, he was behind the cloaked man.

As if he had directly passed through.

His palm silently and fiercely struck the cloaked person from behind.

Bang.

This time, it was clear the Limit-Breaking Skill’s Qi and blood changed so quickly, so violently, that it caught the cloaked man off guard, preventing him from reacting.

He could only raise a hand firmly to block Kong He’s swinging right palm.

But seemingly with no anticipation for the strength of Kong He’s swinging palm.

The cloaked man staggered, forced backward a few steps.

He quickly steadied himself, took a last glance at Kong He, and turned to flee.

“Still trying to run!?” Kong He sneered, “Attacked the Great Buddha and still think you can run away alive, aren’t you a bit too naive?”

The Limit-Breaking Skill he practiced—Divine Foot, is the most famous short-range body technique Limit-Breaking Skill in the True Buddha Temple.

Its difficulty level is so high that it’s hard for ordinary people to master it.

Kong He once again stomped down, causing sand to splash and vaguely form a rough lotus-shaped pit.

He reappeared on the right side of the cloaked person.

’Limit-Breaking Skill: Dragon Subduing!’

In an instant, all the muscles in Kong He’s body converged and moved, gathering all strength into his right arm to strike forward with a palm.

This palm carried two types of force: a type of shock force, capable of weakening the opponent’s defensive effort.

The other was a penetrating force, able to break through the strong defense of a Hard Skill, directly damaging the internal structure.

This type of force technique is categorized in many advanced martial arts.

But there are very few like the True Buddha Temple that can combine two special forces seamlessly.

Swish!

Kongwu’s arm cut through the air, straightly aimed at the chest and abdomen of the cloaked person.

Boom!!!

Their palms collided simultaneously.

The cloaked person was once again struck and staggered backward, attempting to flee.

“Don’t run away! Weren’t you quite arrogant just now? Come, be arrogant for me one more time, huh?”

Kong He laughed loudly and gave chase.

But it wasn’t long before he felt something was wrong.

The surroundings were no longer the Citong district near the street.

But a remote and barren wild beach.

And the cloaked person in front had already stopped and turned to look at him.

“Mere mortal!!” Kongwu’s expression changed, sensing something amiss, he quickly turned around intending to flee.

Swish!

Strangely, the cloaked person who was just ahead appeared behind him in an instant.

Kong He’s heart filled with shock, he quickly raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

Poof.

This time, his palm did not knock back the opponent, instead, it got grabbed tightly, unable to break free.

“After some activity, your scent smells even better…”

The cloaked person took a deep breath, speaking with a certain weird intoxication.

“You…!!?” Kong He felt his whole body shiver, immediately activating the second Extreme State, Dharma Aspect: Asura.

But halfway through activating it, he realized something was awry.

Massive blood loss left the Extreme State unsustainable; it quickly deactivated right after activation.

Kong He tried to break free, only to horrifyingly discover he was completely powerless, almost losing even the strength to struggle.

He could feel how his entire blood flow was rushing to the hand being held.

That speed.

The rising chill from within was unlike any previous resurrection.

Poof.

Kong He collapsed to the ground, completely weakened.

His complexion paled, losing all color.

His skin began to wrinkle, age, while his strong physique shrank, becoming bumpy.

Before long, he turned white as if covered in flour, slumping lifeless on the beach.

Zhang Rongfang retracted his hand, having sensed there was nothing more to absorb, he quietly looked at the corpse on the ground.

His eyes carried a certain anticipation.

This proved that his innate ability could absorb even spiritual veins, though not much, he did manage to absorb blood.

The amount of blood absorbed from this monk was equivalent to a third of the previous convict.

Moreover, its quality was much better than that of the convict.

This assault made him realize that the worshiper’s blood from Spiritual Line could also be absorbed.

And its quality was quite high.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at his attribute panel.

At this moment, the number behind the characteristic talent of super flesh restoration had changed from 11 to 45.

Apparently, this difference was all contributed by monk Kong He.

Before long, Kong He’s body on the ground started moving again.

He slowly opened his eyes, with no blood threads, only silver white remained in them.

With a soft rustle, Kong He rigidly stood up again.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any blood color. He stood unmoving.

“Hmm?” Zhang Rongfang noticed something unusual with Kong He.

The opponent seemed to have entered a fainted automatic response state of worship without spirit after losing consciousness.

He pondered briefly, swiftly striking.

The right palm, like a phantom, instantly struck toward Kong He’s chest.

Thud thud thud!

Three muffled sounds overlapped consecutively.

Kong He’s two arms attempting to block were broken, his chest caved in, shattered on the spot.

Watching the other collapse again.

Zhang Rongfang shook his head in regret.

Unfortunately, the Spiritual Line couldn’t be absorbed, but having gained the supplemental blood from Kong He, he now felt his entire body heating up, seemingly more complete internally.

He was about to draw his sword to finally finish off Kong He.

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang hesitated slightly.

Within his dark vision, the life Qi and blood belonging to Kong He had disappeared!?

The corpse on the ground began to wither quickly, seeping black ash, transforming into a dead skin.

And from start to end, all Zhang Rongfang had done was absorb Kong He’s blood, then kill him once more when he lost consciousness.

Everything inexplicably ended like that!?

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