“Hmm??”

On the white ship, Zhang Rongfang’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the exploded Monk Kongchi.

He initially intended only to practice his routine to refine the completeness of his argument; if someone could point out its flaws face-to-face, that would be even better.

But now…..

Exploded?

What’s going on?

“Interesting.” Zhang Rongfang lightly tapped his toe, landing on the intact deck, looking down from above at the transforming Kongchi.

A multitude of silver lines whirled with a whooshing sound, moving wildly, then converging again like knitting a sweater.

In seconds, it was woven back to the original appearance of Kongchi.

But this time.

Such weaving seemed different.

Or rather, the woven Kongchi’s expression had completely changed.

Previously, it was possible to discern his emotional changes, whether anger or confusion—it was visible.

But now….

On that rugged face, there was only one expression—serene, peaceful.

Like a high Buddha in a temple.

A subtle familiarity surged in Zhang Rongfang’s heart.

He squinted, instantly recalling the blood god statue he had seen before.

Currently, Kongchi looked very similar to the statue before…

“Interesting, let me see what method you’ll use to resist me….”

Zhang Rongfang moved his hands, adjusting his body to its best state.

Boom!!

In an instant, Kongchi’s body vanished from its original place.

His speed of movement was so fast that it collided with air, causing fierce currents to scatter.

The scattered air currents formed a gale, whipping debris on the deck into tumult.

Zhang Rongfang’s pupils shrank, quickly raising his hands to cross in front of him to block.

But he was still a bit late.

Clang!!

Kongchi’s hands simultaneously struck his shoulders with the sound of clashing metal.

The tremendous impact was like a bomb, causing the flesh on Zhang Rongfang’s shoulders to burst and scatter backwards.

The deck cracked and exploded, and Zhang Rongfang, unable to unload the force, was directly pushed into several layers below.

Boom!

He fell back, continuously plummeting

It was then he clearly saw what Kongchi had become.

During the recent explosion, this seemingly unintelligent monk had turned into a freak with sharp, knife-like nails growing on his hands.

His back had developed a layer of muscle resembling wings, though the wings had yet to form, as if still wrapped and bound by skin.

At this moment, Kongchi’s thighs were elongated, and his toes had all turned into sharp, blade-like hard angles.

From a distance, he had lost his human form, looking more like a predatory beast of nature.

Boom!

Zhang Rongfang forcefully fell onto the second-floor deck, the surface exploding, almost causing him to crash down further.

But he ultimately stabilized.

He quickly rolled away from his original position.

Whoosh, Kongchi’s silhouette descended from the sky, delivering a knee strike brutally towards Zhang Rongfang’s chest area.

Boom!

The flooring exploded.

This old monk was unexpectedly thrown further down, landing on the third floor, the lowest level of the ship.

In the dark cabin, Zhang Rongfang stood up, patting the dust off his body.

The wounds on his shoulders had already healed, now perfect as before.

After reaching over ninety percent flesh completion, his overall physical attributes had increased to an astonishing degree.

Plus, his own life value’s incredibly fast healing speed.

One could say his healing abilities at this moment were no less than those of worshipping Martial Artists.

Standing in the cabin, he focused his mind and listened quietly.

Suddenly, he dodged to the right.

Boom!

A figure lunged from below, breaking through the floor, grabbing at his face.

Wood chips flying, Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and cast a heavy mountain down.

The force of the three Extreme States stacking with the heavy mountain collided directly with the opponent.

Clang!!

Again, a loud sound like hammering iron.

Zhang Rongfang retreated several steps, each step deeply embedding his legs.

“Again!” He burst into laughter. A feeling of freely employing his learned skills filled him.

Immediately, he leaped, exerting force to charge forward again.

Bam bam bam bam bam!!

The two clashed like a storm, their brushes with the surrounding edges constantly shattering the wooden walls.

This white ship groaned under the aftermath of their battle.

The walls exploded and penetrated.

Zhang Rongfang fought passionately, the magnitude of the heavy mountain increasing continuously.

From one fold to three folds.

From three folds to five folds.

Gradually, he actually face-to-face suppressed Kongchi.

“It’s not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough!!! Hahaha! Let me indulge a bit more!!”

After a prolonged release, Zhang Rongfang’s arms transformed into phantoms, overwhelming and striking towards Kongchi.

From afar, it seemed as if he had spawned dozens of arms simultaneously.

“Die!!” Kongchi roared, his body and skin began to manifest a faint silver, strands of silver lines started worming out from his mouth, nose, ear holes, and eyes, stabbing like tentacles at Zhang Rongfang.

As a Grandmaster, he had gradually reached the extreme of his physical attributes.

Yet, even so, he still fell slightly short compared to the opposing Zhang Rongfang.

“Final Form·Yaksha King!”

Finally, after being struck back once more, Kongchi mechanically opened his mouth, his throat emitting a booming sound like a great bell.

The sound rippled through him like an initiator, causing rapid and violent changes in his body.

His stature became even more emaciated.

The silver lines on his skin started weaving twisted ghostly faces.

A row of air vents densely sprouted from his back.

Bang.

A blast of air erupted, and Kongchi shot toward Zhang Rongfang like a cannonball.

He formed a knife with one hand, splitting into dozens of hand knives in mid-air, all thrusting at Zhang Rongfang as if each one was real.

This was due to the speed being too fast, resulting in simultaneous afterimages.

The Yaksha Dharma Aspect of the True Buddha Temple was primarily centered on amplifying speed.

Kongchi’s final form was an extension explosion focusing on the Yaksha King.

His speed surged even more exponentially than before.

At this point, even Zhang Rongfang could only see a blur.

Indeed, he could no longer discern Kongchi’s movement speed.

But it didn’t matter.

Zhang Rongfang paid no heed, gathering strength in both hands as he wildly punched forward.

“Heavy Mountain·Tenfold!!”

Whoosh!!!

His furious punches fell like raindrops, forming a gusty wind wall pushed forward.

The wind wall had just formed when a large silhouette brutally broke through it.

Boom!!!

In an instant, the two collided.

Four arms clashed, fists against hand knives.

In just a moment, both were sent flying backward.

Zhang Rongfang smashed through the ship’s wood panels, falling into the sea and splashing up white waves.

Kongchi also crashed through the ship’s body, but silver lines shot from his body, grabbing the ship and forcibly pulling him back.

Just as he stood back up, he lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was clearly injured during the clash. And it wasn’t a minor injury.

The former serene aura, like that of a Buddha, gradually faded from him.

A glimmer of clarity reappeared in his eyes.

“What’s going on!? How… how did I enter the final form!?” Kongchi looked around at the chaos, baffled.

All the memories of the clash just then flooded into his mind.

His face suddenly changed.

The flood of fragmented memories made him involuntarily clutch his head.

“No! That person earlier! The one pretending to be Zhang Ying!?”

“What was wrong with me earlier!? Something… it feels like I’ve forgotten something??”

Kongchi felt as though a part of the scene in his mind was missing.

The combat memories seemed disjointed, as if a small piece was missing.

He took a deep breath, looking at where Zhang Rongfang had plunged into the sea.

“Is he dead?”

“Yes, without divine worship, with such strength, he’s already beyond imagination. His recovery can’t be as fast as mine! So…..”

Boom!!!

In an instant, the entire white ship shook violently.

Then it began to sway intensely.

“What’s going on!!?” Kongchi’s face changed drastically. Suddenly, realizations dawned on him, and he quickly looked down.

“Could it be?!?”

He thought of a terrifying possibility!

And then.

Boom!!

With a muffled sound, a gaping hole burst outward from the bottom of the white ship.

Accompanied by the rush of incoming seawater, a burly figure emerged through the waves, leaping gracefully onto a wooden board not far from Kongchi.

The delicate seawater flowed down Zhang Rongfang’s body and muscle lines.

The remaining droplets were quickly evaporated by his high body temperature, transforming into a hazy mist.

Apart from his disheveled long black hair draped casually over his shoulders like seaweed, Zhang Rongfang bore not a single wound!!

No!

He didn’t even have a scratch!!

Kongchi was shocked to the core, his feet wanting to retreat on their own.

But as soon as he thought to move, he forcibly suppressed it.

No!! I can’t!!

He’s already in the final form, retreating now would definitely cause his Grandmaster realm to regress! At that point!!

Kongchi gritted his teeth, air vents at his back blasted out streams, propelling him forward with a vertical palm strike.

He cultivated one of the highest skills of the True Buddha Temple, the True Demon Suppressing Skill.

Now, with clarity, he was far better than earlier when he was only using brute force unconsciously.

The power and skill of his strikes also increased substantially.

But….

“No new tricks?”

A slight look of disappointment appeared on Zhang Rongfang’s face.

“Die!!” Kongchi’s facial veins bulged, the redness and silver in his eyes swirling and rotating.

Even in the final form, he couldn’t kill his opponent, so if he continued with the same intensity, he knew he likely couldn’t escape.

So….

Only by placing oneself on the brink of death can one find life!!

As he was about to rush up to Zhang Rongfang, suddenly he clasped his hands together, precisely breaking the five fingers of his left hand with a hand knife.

All five fingers snapped, the cuts clean as if made by a knife, with silver lines surging and suddenly spraying out.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

This sudden change caught even Zhang Rongfang off guard.

By the time he realized it, they were already only three meters apart.

Three meters to a Grandmaster is but an instant.

“What a pity.”

Zhang Rongfang’s figure flashed to the left, narrowly avoiding the piercing strike of the silver lines.

“The speed of a Grandmaster’s final form, I do find hard to dodge, but the speed of the spiritual lines is not fast….”

Back then, the swift spiritual lines now appeared insignificant to him.

He constantly evaded the spiritual lines, leisurely waiting for Kongchi to enter the period of weakness after releasing them.

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