LRAB Chapter 62 5% Strength
Chapter 62 5% Strength
"If you don't want to die, obediently show me the way, or I'll crush your neck!"
Zhao Yi gripped the young novice's neck and spoke calmly.
"Oh, he's serious, he really will kill me!"
The young novice's eyes were filled with terror, and his face had been pinched until it turned a deep purple, but he dared not struggle violently.
Because he truly sensed a terrifying killing intent.
"there......"
The young novice could only quickly raise his hand and point in a direction inside the Chanyun Temple.
Zhao Yi immediately took a step, his stride was small but his speed was fast.
Before long, we arrived at the backyard, where there was a separate meditation room.
The doors and windows were closed, but faint chanting could be heard coming from inside.
"That... place... is..." the young novice monk managed to say.
"Snap!"
With a slight exertion, Zhao Yi crushed the young novice's neck.
[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 2 strands of merit.]
"What a filthy thing! The sooner they die, the sooner they'll go to hell!" Zhao Yi frowned slightly.
"Get out here!"
Zhao Yi stood outside the door and spoke coldly.
"Benefactor, why did you kill my disciple?!"
Suddenly, the door opened, and an old voice came from inside.
Inside the meditation room, several oil lamps were lit.
An old monk sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his hands twirling prayer beads.
The old monk was wearing a yellow kasaya, with a square and dignified face full of kindness, looking like a highly enlightened monk.
But Zhao Yi knew that this old monk was definitely not simple.
Even a junior monk under his command has a sin value of 20 points. How good can this old bald monk be?
"Zen Master Yongxin?"
Zhao Yi spoke coldly.
But the Eye of Sin has already been opened.
[Merit Points -87 strands (No physical merit, damage to unseen virtue)]
[Sin Value: 1693 strands (Evil monk, sins beyond measure)]
[Defeating the enemy will grant 100 strands of merit.]
suck!
Even though Zhao Yi had already guessed that this old monk was no good.
But I never expected...
He was a high-ranking monk, yet his sins were so numerous.
He was simply the most evil person he had ever encountered, aside from that evil god from the cherry blossom country.
He can be called the number one evil cultivator below the evil god!
"Amitabha Buddha, what brings you here so late at night?"
At this moment, the old monk, Zen Master Yongxin, slowly opened his eyes.
His voice was calm, and he had a smile on his face.
It seems that the young novice monk who just died was not from Chanyun Temple, nor was he his disciple.
It's just an ant that can be found anywhere on the ground.
"Come on, I'll beat you to death!" Zhao Yi said.
"Oh?"
A strange look flashed in Zen Master Yongxin's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"I don't understand what you're saying, benefactor."
"Don't understand? Then don't listen!"
Zhao Yi sneered, then immediately raised his hand and slapped out.
There's absolutely no need to waste words with this kind of wicked monk.
"Amitabha Buddha, people in this world are always unable to see their own insignificance!"
Zen Master Yongxin neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead struck out with his own palm.
boom!
The two palms collided with a loud bang, and the shockwave nearly turned the entire meditation room into ruins.
"Such immense power!"
Zen Master Yongxin took three steps back, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He was very confident in his own strength, but a young man managed to gain the upper hand.
"He wasn't killed with a single blow?"
A hint of seriousness also flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes.
Although he didn't use his full strength just now, he still used about 30% of his power.
After all, Zhao Yi found the old monk's behavior disgusting.
His current physique is 719 points, and his current 30% strength is comparable to his full strength of over 200 points back then.
It only made the other party take three steps back!
"That old monk is indeed very strange!"
Zhao Yi finally began to take this evil monk seriously.
"Benefactor, this old monk advises you not to meddle in other people's business!" Zen Master Yongxin said in a deep voice.
If he weren't afraid of Zhao Yi, he would have slapped Zhao Yi to death by now.
This was the first time since he mastered his supernatural powers that he hadn't killed his target with a single slap.
I haven't encountered such a terrifying person in decades.
"Enough with the nonsense. You are indeed strong, but this level isn't enough. Show me what you've got!"
Zhao Yi said coldly, and threw another punch.
Zen Master Yongxin quickly defended himself, and the two began fighting inside the meditation room.
Rumbling--
The meditation room couldn't withstand the combined power of the two; the aftershocks of the battle alone caused it to collapse instantly.
Zhao Yi and Zen Master Yongxin rushed out of the ruins and came to the courtyard.
The powerful collision didn't resemble a fight between two people at all; rather, it was like two cannons bombarding each other.
The violent explosion caused the surrounding air to vibrate, as if the heavens and earth were trembling.
The continuous booming sounds were like rolling thunder.
The other monks in Chanyun Temple were also awakened by the noise and rushed over.
However, when they witnessed the battle between Zhao Yi and Zen Master Yongxin, none of them dared to intervene.
The sheer force of the collision, even just the aftershocks, was enough to kill them.
"Who will Zen Master Yongxin fight next?"
"Who is that young man fighting with my master? Does anyone know him?"
"What a terrifying battle!"
"Even the aftershocks of the collision are something we cannot withstand!"
The number of monks at Chanyun Temple is not large, but it is not small either, with about twenty people.
But now, these people can only exclaim in surprise, but no one can participate in it.
The clash between Zhao Yi and Zen Master Yongxin is becoming increasingly intense.
"That's Junior Brother Baisha, he looks like he's been killed!"
Someone discovered the young novice monk whose neck had been snapped, but no one dared to retrieve the body.
The aftershocks of the collision are now comparable to those of a Category 10 or higher hurricane.
The entire courtyard was filled with howling winds.
Zhao Yi had already unleashed 50% of his power, his violent energy making each punch and kick as powerful as a bomb.
Zen Master Yongxin finally began to fall into a disadvantageous position, and was knocked away by Zhao Yi more than ten times in a row.
However, the opponent's physical resilience was also stronger than Zhao Yi had expected.
After all, Zhao Yi, who was using 50% of his strength, was practically a human bomber.
"That was so much fun!"
Zhao Yi gave a low shout, preparing to unleash sixty percent of his strength.
As his physique grew stronger, he had to carefully control the power within his body.
I was afraid that a moment of excitement would destroy the surroundings.
Just like Homelander in the black robe, he can blow someone's head off with a single shot from a plane.
That's too brutal.
Therefore, Zhao Yi used even less force.
Unexpectedly, this old bald monk was able to withstand 50% of his strength.
"Benefactor, since you insist on courting death, don't blame this old monk for being ruthless!"
Master Yongxin, who had been thrown around more than ten times, also had a fierce glint in his eyes, and then put his hands together in prayer.
"Amitabha!"
In an instant, Zen Master Yongxin, who had been somewhat disheveled and covered in dust, suddenly shone with a brilliant golden light.
The golden light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire backyard as if it were daytime.
Zhao Yi's gaze sharpened, a hint of shock and surprise flashing in his eyes.
"This is......"