Whew
Whew whew~~
A fierce wind howled as Puxuan continuously struck with his palms.
There was a trace of surprise and seriousness in his otherwise calm and composed expression.
’This person’s body technique is incredibly strong!’
Puxuan felt a bit shocked in his heart.
He wasn’t afraid of speed, as he had cultivated the Buddhist Divine Foot technique to the highest level, almost equivalent to Divine Techniques.
Nor was he afraid of power, as he had cultivated the Buddhist Golden Body, reputed to be the strongest defense in the world.
But a body technique this strong was a bit troubleso.
The Body Technique was what he was least skilled at.
’I have no choice but to use that move.’
As another palm strike missed its target, Puxuan said to himself.
He took a step back and took a deep breath.
Lin Zheyu was a bit surprised to see this.
He quickly moved back to create distance, preventing Puxuan from using any potent Cultivation Techniques.
Lin Zheyu stood at the edge of the arena, watching Puxuan, unsure of what big move he was preparing.
He saw Puxuan continuously inhale, his chest swelling rapidly.
Suddenly, Puxuan opened his mouth wide, and a terrifying sound echoed across the entire square.
"Roar!"
A massive roar erupted, with invisible sound waves radiating outward from Puxuan’s center.
Those with weaker abilities imdiately felt dizzy, their minds buzzing, and even their vision dimd montarily.
The mont the opponent opened his mouth, Lin Zheyu sensed sothing was off and quickly covered his ears with his hands.
The powerful sound waves vibrated through his arms, causing his head to spin for a second.
Then he recovered.
"I thought it would be much stronger, but it turned out to be just that."
Lin Zheyu breathed a sigh of relief, lowering the arms that covered his ears.
Opposite him, Puxuan stopped, staring wide-eyed at Lin Zheyu, full of disbelief.
It had no effect!
Below the arena, Mr. Yang couldn’t help but laugh.
"Haha, this boy’s willpower is so tenacious, even I’m surprised. With your Buddhist Lion’s Roar proficiency, you could only have a minor impact on him."
Mr. Yang chuckled as he spoke.
That night, Niu Qinghe continually increased the true intent pressure to a degree even he found surprising, reaching Lin Zheyu’s limit.
"Monk, care to continue?"
Seeing Puxuan staring blankly at him, Lin Zheyu called out.
He had no intention of launching an attack on Puxuan.
This guy was tough-skinned, attacking him would simply be a waste of energy, depleting his Qi Blood.
"Amitabha, please be careful, donor."
Puxuan clasped his hands together, chanting a Buddhist mantra, regaining his calm and kind deanor.
Seeing the Buddhist Lion’s Roar was ineffective, he stepped his right foot forward and instantly appeared beside Lin Zheyu, his palm striking toward Lin Zheyu’s chest.
Lin Zheyu’s lips curled slightly, his foot shifting subtly to evade the opponent’s attack with minimal movent.
Whew whew whew——
Puxuan’s palms continuously struck out, his speed increasing.
In an instant, the fierce wind whistled.
He no longer stayed in place, occasionally charging forward to collide directly with Lin Zheyu.
However, it was all in vain.
Ti slowly passed.
The martial artists below the arena went from exclaiming in surprise to gradually becoming numb.
"Ti’s up."
"There is no victory in this battle since it was initiated by Monk Puxuan; Zhao Hao maintains his unbeaten record."
The referee’s voice suddenly rang out.
Lin Zheyu stopped, panting heavily.
This battle consud him greatly; if it dragged on any longer, his internal Qi Blood would be depleted.
"I concede!"
Lin Zheyu cupped his hands toward Puxuan.
"Your body technique is impressive. I admire it," Puxuan said.
He looked sowhat fatigued, his forehead covered in sweat; the battle had also exhausted him greatly.
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