At this mont, Lu Ren was like a spring compressed to the extre, suddenly releasing at the mont of ultimate tension.
"Ah!!"
With a loud roar, Lu Ren bent his legs and twisted his waist and hips, using the stance of Shakyamuni’s Elephant Throw to lift the massive fist pressing down on him into the air.
The enormous figure of Subodhi, weighing five to six hundred pounds, seed shaken by this imnse force, stumbling back several steps.
Lu Ren’s face turned crimson as he retreated several steps, his skin a purplish red, with steam rising from his body due to the intense heat enveloping him.
He imdiately tensed his body, closing his pores to prevent any further loss of moisture.
Without a water source here, allowing such evaporation could lead to dehydration and death. Moreover, lack of hydration would weaken his combat capability.
The opponent’s fists carried a shock force, but as Tie Feng’s internal organs had been pierced by the penetrating force of the Phoenix Falcon Fist, he was sowhat injured. Though his appearance was terrifying, his power was far less than imagined and within an acceptable range.
The stout arms of Subodhi were like those of an ape, extending down to the knees. To win, it required close combat, and the Phoenix Falcon Fist that Lu Ren practiced was specialized in close-quarters combat, which was undoubtedly an advantageous scenario.
The opponent’s fists were like iron hamrs, truly astonishing in their swings. The real power of a hamr as a blunt instrunt lay in ’shock,’ with overwhelming force and unmatched strength.
In ancient tis, when mighty generals wielded heavy hamrs, even opponents in heavy armor were helpless. One strike could crush the opponent’s internal organs, despite their exterior remaining unhard.
Just as the saying goes, if hit, it could kill; even a glancing blow could injure. Even if the strike was not lethal, it could disable the opponent.
Adapted from hamr technique, the primary aspect of this fist technique was shock force. Mastery was extrely rare, typically practiced by those of towering stature and formidable physique.
Once mastered, with sheer physical strength and imnse size, one would certainly beco a top expert with terrifying destructive power.
Subodhi had evidently grasped the essence of shock force to an exceptionally high level.
It’s hard to imagine that the opponent, a monk dedicated to spiritual ditation cultivation who disregards physicality, had achieved such a level of fist realm.
Especially with his towering figure, over three ters tall, gained through genetic mutation, bringing about terrifying giant strength.
If Lu Ren hadn’t withstood the punch, if any error occurred in dissipating the force, he would have been crushed into mash in an instant.
A body of astonishing strength and a grandmaster of the fist, standing before the Realm of Awakened, even though his internal organs were severely injured by Lu Ren before Tie Feng, was extrely terrifying.
But it wasn’t an unwinnable situation! He just didn’t want to test the opponent’s punching power again.
"Ding, you’ve been punched by Subodhi. Your constitution skill level has increased by 5."
"Ding, you gained so understanding of the Phoenix Falcon Fist, increasing your skill level by 30."
"Ding, you..."
Ksitigarbha beside him jumped and shouted, "Are you dumb? What were you thinking taking that punch?! If I hadn’t lost my body, I’d take your place!"
Lu Ren ignored Ksitigarbha’s words; this guy’s deanor was entirely contradicting his previous image of Ksitigarbha.
Taking a deep breath, calming his racing blood, Lu Ren temporarily shoved the system prompts aside, his eyes slowly darkening.
His spirit, under the Lamp Burning Freedom Technique, quickly condensed into a crystalline bead. Subsequently, faint sparks flickered from within this spiritual bead, a small glow rising brightly in the darkness, illuminating Lu Ren’s body and dispersing the billowing dark mist surrounding him.
"Huh?"
Subodhi watched Lu Ren, his ferocious face revealing a hint of surprise, his spirit unusually sharp, able to see things others could not.
Behind Lu Ren’s head, a faint halo ford by a weak glow appeared.
"I didn’t expect you to reach such a level in the Lamp of Freedom Observation, smooth and flawless, naturally manifesting Bright Awakening. It must have taken at least fifteen years of cultivation to achieve such success."
Subodhi praised, "Ksitigarbha indeed has a worthy successor."
Beside him, if Ksitigarbha had a face, it would surely look peculiar. Lu Ren had achieved such a degree in the Lamp of Freedom Observation after simply sitting for an afternoon ditating before a dimly lit lamp.
Ksitigarbha, observing the entire progress, was shocked, his worldview overturned, feeling an inexplicable horror. Lu Ren had nearly perfected the Lamp of Freedom Observation within half a day, seeming as if he had honed it for decades.
Had it not been for his own skeletal asurent verifying that Lu Ren had only practiced a broken Intention Sword, he would truly suspect Lu Ren was here to mock him.
Lu Ren’s expression remained unchanged, initiating an attack first to prevent the opponent from taking the opportunity to repair his internal injuries.
Subodhi wasn’t particularly concerned, or rather, having reached such a state, material things had beco indifferent. He lived so long seeking the path to true Buddhahood.
Although in Ksitigarbha’s eyes he had beco a Great Demon, Subodhi scoffed, rejecting his opponent’s path, believing Sakyamuni was mistaken.
Subodhi let out a low shout, his muscles, like steel, bulged, entering a state of Free Will, making his body extrely robust!
His massive dark green muscles deepened in color, especially his arms, like those of an ape, clenching into fists, transforming into enormous millstones.
Under fury, his form bore no resemblance to the serene and dignified appearance of the Buddhist Sect but instead portrayed a hellish Asura.
Though his physical transformation was astonishing, under Lu Ren’s spiritually illuminated state, he could perceive more.
Vaguely, he saw the silhouette of a four-ard figure gradually overlapping Subodhi.
This four-ard being resembled the Angry-eyed Vajra of Buddhism, yet lacked the dignity and serene presence, full of demonic energy, was a four-ard Asura, oozing evil Qi violently.
Lu Ren even faintly thought that Subodhi’s muscle-filled armpits might truly sprout extra arms.
"I see!"
Contemplated Venerable God, inviting the god.
Or perhaps this Asura was the Dharma Protector imagined by Subodhi.
Bam!
Subodhi stomped the ground, causing it to tremble lightly, moving without any form, solely relying on sheer physical strength for imnse speed, rapidly accelerating in a straight line, explosively reaching astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, he rushed at Lu Ren, landing a hamr-like blow, abandoning all variations, overpowering and unmatched!
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