WHIRRR!!
At this mont, high above Banku, a helicopter circled, overlooking the beautiful, brightly lit nightscape of the entire city.
Boku wore only a pair of monk’s trousers. His feet and torso were bare, revealing a perfectly sculpted upper body the color of bronze, like a divine statue.
He sat in the helicopter, watching everything on the ground below.
He knew that a great crisis lurked within this fading sea of lights. If it wasn’t handled properly, even this beautiful sight could vanish like a mirage and turn into Hell.
And what he had to do was rely on his own strength to overco this crisis.
He ca from a humble background. In Tai Lan Country, fighting was the simplest way out for the poor.
From the mont he could rember, he endured the most grueling training. The Eight Ard Fist of Tai Lan Country, unless one reached a profound level, was essentially a process of destroying one’s own body, frantically squeezing out every last drop of potential.
In his mories from childhood, there was only sweat, pain, and scars. Back then, he fought just to survive, and so his family could live a better life.
But later, through his arduous training, his innate Talent developed. He grew stronger and stronger, gradually moving from underground fighting to professional boxing, and finally onto the world stage.
By then, he no longer had to struggle to make a living. The earnings from a single match were more than an ordinary family in Tai Lan Country could spend in several lifetis. His ambitions had changed. He desperately craved greater glory, greater Power.
It was as if he needed to make all the pain he had endured over the years worth sothing.
He trained even more fanatically. But when the highest honor in the fighting world was bestowed upon him, all he felt was an endless void.
What he had obtained was so far from what he had imagined.
Afterwards, he retired from the ring. It wasn’t to quit while he was ahead, but because his body was deteriorating. After achieving his goal, the emptiness that assaulted him was accompanied by the injuries accumulated over years of pushing his body beyond its limits. For a long ti, he was almost completely bedridden.
Not until Rajana found him did he find a new purpose.
The secrets of the Fist Technique.
To transcend his worn-out body, attain the supre Fruit Position, and use his fists to deliver all living beings from suffering.
And now, the ti to achieve that goal had finally arrived.
No regrets, even if it ant dying a hundred tis.
Just then, a voice suddenly echoed in the depths of his mind.
It was Rajana’s voice: "Boku, Kao San Road. Go now. I’ll handle the other side. Master Zama from the Golden Buddha Temple will temporarily take my place at the Jade Buddha Temple. He will connect us with Telepathy. Contact imdiately if anything happens."
"Kao San Road, hurry!"
Boku’s eyes shot open. He spoke in a deep voice, and the pilot imdiately responded, changing course and speeding towards Kao San Road. Before long, they arrived, hovering tens of ters above the street.
By now, Kao San Road was in total chaos.
Panicked screams filled the air as crowds of people, like ants on the ground, struggled to flee in an indescribable frenzy.
Strange creatures were chasing the crowds.
With his excellent eyesight, Boku quickly got a clear look at the monsters’ faces.
Their bodies were bloated with tumor-like growths of flesh. Their original organs were so severely deford that their original appearances were unrecognizable. They were as hideous as true Demon Fiends.
’What in the world are these things?! How are there so many?! Where did they co from? Are they... contagious? Is this the invaders’ power?’
A grim look appeared in Boku’s eyes, but he had no ti to think. Every second wasted ant another innocent life lost.
WHOOSH!!
He yanked open the helicopter door and leaped out.
His body plumted toward the street below like a black teor. He used no Force Discharge techniques, simply letting his body slam straight into the ground.
BOOM!!
The ground cratered as if struck by a missile. Boku leaped out of the depression, his expression impassive and his body unhard. His bronze skin truly seed to be forged from steel.
HISS!!
The mont he appeared on the street, a strange sound ca from his side as a massive dark shadow rushed toward him at incredible speed.
It was a terrifying monster that had once been a woman, her hair now disheveled. But due to the strange growths all over her body, she had beco a giant, tumorous ball of flesh.
Boku shot out a hand, accurately grabbing the monster by the throat and lifting the disproportionately large creature into the air.
Through that brief contact, his powerful Life Magnetic Field instantly swept over the monster’s body, allowing him to understand its basic condition in a near-instant.
It wasn’t just the horrifying growths on the surface; its internal organs, bones, and everything else had completely multiplied and deford.
In a way, this was no longer human. There was no possibility of saving it.
"Amitabha."
A look of pity crossed Boku’s face as he swung his other arm.
PFFT!!
A single hand-chop easily severed the monster’s entire head. A torrent of blood sprayed out, revealing the red muscle tissue within.
Boku’s pupils shrank. Although decapitated and rendered immobile, the monster’s body was still struggling. Furthermore, the flesh and blood at the wound were squirming as if they had a life of their own.
At the sa ti, he felt a strange itching sensation on his arm. He raised it to look.
He saw that when he had cut off the monster’s head, so of its blood and muscle tissue had splattered onto his arm. Now, that tissue was writhing rapidly, as if alive, trying to burrow into his skin through his pores.
Unfortunately for it, that was completely impossible.
His skin was as smooth as polished iron, without a single visible pore. It was like a solid sheet of steel.
The Arhat’s Body is a flawless Golden Body.
’So this is how the Demon Fiends spread? Through muscle? Blood? Or is it... the cells?’
’It spreads through blood, skin, or open wounds?’
Boku’s expression beca incredibly grave. He realized the severity of the situation.
This highly aggressive and contagious thing was just like a plague. If it wasn’t controlled and allowed to spread, the entirety of Banku could beco a sea of Demon Fiends.
Boku activated the strange connection in his mind and sent a silent ssage: "Dispatch the army imdiately. Quarantine Kao San Road and the surrounding blocks. A highly contagious plague is spreading here. Be careful not to make any physical contact with the monsters."
"Understood."
The next mont, a faint, elderly voice echoed in his mind.
This was the ability of Master Zama from the Golden Buddha Temple.
The secret art of the Buddhist Sect, the technique of Telepathy.
WHOOSH!!
His figure imdiately shot into motion, rushing toward the other monsters nearby. He had to eliminate as many sources of infection as possible in the shortest amount of ti.
SWISH SWISH SWISH!!
He moved as fast as a bullet. Wherever he passed, the monsters—many tis stronger than ordinary people—exploded like they were made of paper, their bodies brutally destroyed by an unreasonable level of power.
However, just then, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.
At a small food stall on the side of the street, a young white man was slurping noodles, a look of pure enjoynt on his face.
But in a place this chaotic, surrounded by monsters and Demon Fiends, how could any normal person be so relaxed?!
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