Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 423 - 422 Vicious Monk

Chapter 423: Chapter 422 Vicious Monk

After this power was infused into his body, Mo Qianli’s strength was virtually doubled. The force of his palm strike was far more formidable than his previous Thick-Backed Sabre. A single slice ripped through the air, emitting a piercing sound that shocked everyone.

Mo Qianli himself didn’t realize his strength had increased to such an extent, and he was quite startled. However, he quickly became overjoyed. With such power, killing Su Yang would be easy!

"Die!" Mo Qianli roared, his palm chop rushing forward swiftly.

Su Yang raised his hand to block the hit, but the immense force pushed him back two steps.

Su Yang’s expression chilled, Mo Qianli’s strength was so formidable that he could hardly withstand it. He knew this wasn’t Mo Qianli’s own strength, but that of the Monk.

However, after the Monk’s power was infused into Mo Qianli’s body, it was greatly reduced, by ninety percent. Otherwise, that hit might have taken Su Yang’s life!

Even so, every move Mo Qianli now made could be called a Near-God Move, with boundless power.

Su Yang took a deep breath and started chanting the Buddhist Subduing Demon Mantra again.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

With each chant, Su Yang’s body grew in size. As he continued chanting, his body kept expanding. He quickly grew to almost three meters tall, resembling a giant.

The Monk also widened his eyes, frowning, "Arhat Body? Hasn’t this Buddhist Secret Law long been lost?"

Transforming into a three-meter-tall giant, Su Yang’s strength also increased, and he could now withstand Mo Qianli’s attacks.

The two of them exchanged blows on the platform, back and forth, attack and counterattack in an unending confrontation.

It wasn’t long before Mo Qianli’s nose and mouth began bleeding. The power inside him, after all, was infused by the Monk, and it far exceeded his own strength, as well as the capacity his body could handle. The longer he fought, the greater the damage to his body.

Mo Qianli felt that something was wrong and wanted to stop, but he was horrified to discover that he couldn’t control his own body at all. It was as if this power had taken control, driving him to constantly attack rather than him attacking on his own. He wanted to stop, but he just couldn’t.

"How can this be?" Mo Qianli exclaimed in alarm, panicked. He could feel his body nearly collapsing under the strain of this power. Yet, he was powerless to stop it and could only watch as this power completely dragged his body down.

"Mo Qianli, did you really think he was helping you?" Su Yang said coldly. "This Monk is cruel; he’s using your body to test my strength. Hmph, Bald Donkey, what are your reservations, and why don’t you dare face me directly? You claim to save people, yet you’re far crueler than I am!"

The Monk said nothing, watching the battle on the platform with great interest.

By now, the audience below had realized something was terribly wrong. Mo Qianli’s skin had turned frighteningly red, his veins bulging and bursting, his face swollen with blood, and blood streaming from his eyes and ears. It was extremely horrific to behold.

Mo Qianli kept screaming in agony, wanting to stop but unable to. Eventually, with each move, he sprayed out blood, as if he was fighting against Su Yang with his life.

This situation lasted for almost ten minutes until Mo Qianli suddenly let out a gut-wrenching howl. Immediately following, his body collapsed, bursting open like an inflated balloon that had popped.

However, there wasn’t much blood that burst out. During the confrontation, his blood had nearly run dry; what scattered around were only bits of flesh and bone.

Su Yang stepped back, struggling desperately in his battle with Mo Qianli. Now it was finally over. He let out a long breath, his body rapidly losing strength, returning to normal size. He stumbled, quickly grabbing onto a nearby rope to steady himself. This battle had nearly exhausted all his strength!

However, the Monk showed no sign of letting him off, chuckling lightly, "Young man, your strength is quite interesting. How about another round?"

Su Yang gasped for air and said in a deep voice, "What, you want to fight me?"

"How could that be possible?" the Monk laughed, "I am a monk, how can I meddle in these worldly affairs."

"If you’re not fighting, what’s with all the nonsense!" Su Yang snapped angrily.

"I’m not fighting, but someone will!" said the Monk calmly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and finally resting on a tall, burly man. He smiled and said, "Benefactor, you’re so tall and big, most suited for this kind of arena fight. How about you take this round?"

The man had just watched Mo Qianli explode on the stage, and he had been scared witless, not daring to enter the ring to fight Su Yang.

"I won’t fight, I won’t fight..." The man waved his hands in refusal.

"Ah, why be so polite!" the Monk said with a smile. With a wave of his hand, the man was lifted into the air and, dancing with his hands and feet, landed on the stage.

"I won’t fight, I won’t fight!" the man began to wail, turning around to try to jump off. But before he took two steps, he stood still and then turned back to Su Yang, shouting that he wouldn’t fight while simultaneously launching an attack.

"What is this guy doing?" someone exclaimed from below.

"Who knows, has he gone crazy, daring to fight Su Yang?"

"He says he won’t fight, yet he fights. What on earth does this mean?"

The crowd buzzed with confusion; the scene on the stage looked downright bizarre.

Su Yang knew best, the man was being controlled by the Monk.

This man didn’t possess the strength or the physique of Mo Qianli. While Mo Qianli could withstand the Monk’s power for so long, this man couldn’t bear it for any length of time. Which meant that, regardless of the outcome, this man was doomed to die in the ring!

And all of this was done by the Monk, who so often claimed that saving a life was better than building a seven-level pagoda. This Monk was truly ruthless, far more malignant than Mo Qianli!

Su Yang was also very surprised; he had originally thought the Monk was on Mo Qianli’s side. But after witnessing Mo Qianli explode and die from the Monk’s power, he realized that Mo Qianli wasn’t the Monk’s man. That made the situation strange; on whose side was the Monk actually standing?

With not much strength left inside, Su Yang found it impossible to leave the ring. He could only brace himself to face this man head-on.

It didn’t take long before the man followed in Mo Qianli’s footsteps, exploding right there on the stage, his death gruesome to behold.

"Another round!" The Monk laughed loudly, sending another unlucky soul onto the stage to fight Su Yang amidst wailing.

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