Actions, Part 2

"It seems I can't kill you without going all out. What a pity."

Kong Xiang puts his hands together in prayer position.

"Let me show you the ultimate martial art of my True Buddha Temple, the one that once overwhelmed and slaughtered the Eastern Sect Buddhist School! True Form Subduing Demon Skill."

Hiss. Strangely, his skin rapidly turned red and then black.

Wisps of hot steam rose from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

Kong Xiang's eyes rapidly turned pure silver, and a huge, twisted mark slowly appeared on his scalp.

The mark resembled a hideous ghost face.

"Dharma Appearance · Yaksha!!"

Bang!

The ground exploded.

The Kong Xiang vanished in the blink of an eye, transforming into a black line that rushed towards Zhang Rongfang.

At this moment, he was at least 50% faster than before.

The immense speed brings terrifying impact.

Boom! Kong Xiang slammed his palms together at full speed, slamming them heavily onto Zhang Rongfang's blocking arms.

The armor was dented and turned white, Zhang Rongfang, weighing over 500 pounds, staggered backward more than ten meters, armor and all.

Many pieces of armor were scattered along the way.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Hahahaha!!" Kong Xiang's arms were like phantoms. Although they were just two hands, they looked like a four-armed monster when he punched at high speed.

The relentless barrage of heavy punches forced Zhang Rongfang to retreat repeatedly.

The final blow.

"Dragon Elephant!"

Kong Xiang gathered all his strength in his right hand and struck forward with his palm.

Thud! Zhang Rongfang's body was slammed hard into a pillar of the Buddhist temple.

The sturdy wooden pillars of the house exploded and broke on the spot.

"Again! Die!!!"

Kong Xiang's figure appeared rapidly beside him, unleashing dozens of punches and palm strikes in a single second, all aimed at Zhang Rongfang's head, waist, and back.

With a muffled thud, Zhang Rongfang was struck by the immense force, crashing through the wall of the Buddhist temple and falling inside.

"Again!!" Kong Xiang grinned maliciously as he charged into the Buddhist temple once more.

He unleashed his ultimate technique, the True Form Subduing Demon Skill, at full speed once again. His arms transformed into palm shadows, knocking away the edge of the wall and pressing down on Zhang Rongfang.

Suddenly, the smile on Kong Xiang froze.

His attacks, though seemingly unsuccessful, missed their mark. Dozens of blows in succession grazed the edges of Zhang Rongfang's body with pinpoint accuracy.

With just a slight shift of his body, Zhang Rongfang, like a phantom, precisely dodged the dense barrage of punches and palm strikes.

"I've seen your weakness."

Zhang Rongfang raised his head, and countless blood vessels appeared in his eyes, converging at the pupils.

"Critical State."

In a flash, he dodged the two fists aimed at his face.

Elbow Strike.

Bang! The precise, bayonet-like strike hit the point where the Spirit Thread on the surface of the Kong Xiang Body converged, completely dissipating the power he had just gathered.

"Shrink Step."

Zhang Rongfang's figure flickered again, appearing on the other side like a phantom.

"Pine Cloud".

His right leg suddenly rose high, like a stone pillar, and slammed hard into Kong Xiang's abdomen.

Boom! Kong Xiang's body arched weakly, and he spat out blood. He was lifted high into the air, briefly floating, before crashing into the locust tree in the courtyard.

Amidst the rustling of falling leaves, Zhang Rongfang followed closely, preparing for the final blow.

"You want to kill me?! With your abilities!!!" Kong Xiang's face was ferocious. He reacted in time, and streams of Spirit Thread energy and blood mixed together and gathered in his arms.

"I'll make you a Buddha on the spot!!"

He suddenly brought his arms together in the middle, as if two stone walls were pressing inwards.

Whoosh! Just then, Zhang Rongfang was rushing forward, calmed down and exploded forward again.

Shrink Step.

He suddenly appeared on the right side of the Kong Xiang, his left arm like a bayonet, thrusting forward.

"Yin Stream."

Thud! The immense impact struck precisely at the point where the Spirit Thread and blood energy were gathered in the Kong Xiang.

His body was bruised and contorted from the blows, he coughed up blood, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

The kasaya on his back was also pierced by Yin Stream's penetrating force, leaving a sharp hole.

"The final blow." Zhang Rongfang's eyes were indifferent as he raised his right hand, ready to strike downwards.

Suddenly he darted to the left.

Avoid the all-out attack of the Kong Xiang's frenzied frenzy.

"You want to kill me?! Who do you think you are?! Behold my Dharma Form! Asura!!"

Kong Xiang suddenly changed again, his whole body swelled up and grew larger, and silver lines began to appear on his already black body surface.

Previously shorter than Zhang Rongfang, he suddenly grew taller and stronger, as if he were being inflated.

He swung his arms like cleavers, aiming a horizontal slash at Zhang Rongfang's waist.

Boom! The two men's arms crossed, creating a violent vortex.

Zhang Rongfang took a step back.

Shrink Step.

He used his Breaking Limit Skill again, attempting to circle around to Kong Xiang's side.

But this time...

Clang! The two men's hands clashed, producing a sound like metal striking metal, as if they were two sharp weapons.

The Kong Xiang actually caught up!? "A second- Limit State?" Zhang Rongfang's pupils shrank slightly as he unleashed his full power.

The two suddenly appeared and clashed in the courtyard.

Kong Xiang, who had been completely suppressed by Zhang Rongfang's small-scale maneuvers, was now able to keep up with Zhang Rongfang's speed.

He was completely unskilled in these kinds of close-range maneuvering techniques, but he managed to keep up with the pace by forcefully turning the tide.

Despite this violence causing his feet to repeatedly burst open and bleed, resulting in repeated injuries.

But his rapid healing ability made him completely unconcerned.

By this time, the rest of the people around had basically stopped fighting and instead lined up on both sides, not daring to approach.

The courtyard was only so big, and after being occupied by two monsters nearly three meters tall fighting, it seemed even smaller.

If you're not careful, you could be caught in the crossfire and die.

Heavy, explosive sounds of their clashes continued to resound.

Zhang Yunqi and the others stared at the battle situation with grave expressions.

"Foster Father, where is the young master now?" Zhang Zhenhai asked in a low voice, his forehead sweating with nervousness.

At this point, she could barely see the moves anymore.

The two men moved relatively smoothly, but their attacks were like afterimages, completely invisible.

She couldn't even understand what the situation was really like.

"The two sides are evenly matched now," Zhang Yunqi said in a deep voice.

"The Western Sect has secretly placed such a master here. This Zen Kong Xiang Zen Master Wangshu probably already has the strength of a grandmaster among non- Worship God martial artists."

"Grandmaster?!" Zhang Zhenhai's face paled. "Then, young master, wouldn't you be...?!"

Not only her, but also the other members of the Rebel Sect around her changed their expressions slightly.

Grandmaster is a title that exists only in legends.

What is a master?

Perfect and flawless, invincible in battle, innovative and unique.

When this type of character appears, they almost never lose a one-on-one fight.

Even when faced with a formidable enemy, they have various tactics to avoid defeat and stay away.

To ensure that you are always invincible.

"Don't rush!" Zhang Yunqi said in a deep voice, "In reality, Grandmasters aren't as strong as you think!"

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on the action taking place in the arena.

"Grandmasters are stronger in terms of techniques and realm. They can keenly seize any weakness in their enemy, amplify it, defeat them, and kill them. They themselves have no weaknesses. Only by relying on a huge absolute difference in strength can one defeat them."

This Kong Xiang only approached that realm by relying on his ultimate martial arts techniques. His physical attributes surpassed those of ordinary grandmasters, but since his realm and techniques weren't up to par, his power was insufficient!

"So, young master, you still have a chance!?" Zhang Zhenhai asked urgently.

"Hmm, I've heard of the True Buddha Temple's ultimate technique True Form Subduing Demon Skill, before. This martial art is powerful and domineering, but its power is not sustainable, even if he has Spirit Vein."

Bang! Just then, the battle situation changed again.

Kong Xiang was clearly starting to gasp for breath.

He was sweating profusely, his skin began to turn dark red, and the silver lines on his body gradually faded.

Clearly, the Limit States, plus the continuous use of Breaking Limit Skill, is a considerable burden even for him.

To his disbelief, Zhang Rongfang on the other side showed no signs of fatigue, just like always.

"How could this be?!" Kong Xiang sensed something was wrong.

He forced Zhang Rongfang back with a powerful palm strike and then gasped for breath.

"You are not an ordinary person, which sect's Spirit Vein are you?!"

Zhang Rongfang remained silent, closing in once more, his figure flashing.

Shrink Step.

'Heavy Mountain.'

Thud! He chopped horizontally with one hand, the blow landing heavily on the forearm of the Kong Xiang.

The previous evenly matched situation has finally shifted again.

Kong Xiang's strength weakened slightly, and his body was unable to maintain its balance, causing him to stagger.

Just this one moment.

A flash of bloodshot light appeared in Zhang Rongfang's pupils.

He took Shrink Step and reappeared behind his opponent.

'Limit State: Yin Yang Harmony.'

'Limit State: Spirit and Will United.'

'Breaking Limit Skill: Yin Stream.'

"Breaking Limit Skill: Heavy Mountain."

As layers of energy rapidly accumulated, Zhang Rongfang's right-hand blade expanded rapidly, transforming into a jet-black, metallic texture, and shot forward with lightning speed.

One palm strike.

Kong Xiang turned around quickly, but it was too late. He could only block with his elbow.

BOOM!!!

The cyclone exploded, the white ash scattered, and the two stood frozen in place.

"You think?" Kong Xiang's face was contorted with rage.

"Heavy Mountain, three times." Zhang Rongfang's expression was calm, and the power accumulated in his palm finally erupted completely in the form of Yin Stream.

An immense force, far exceeding anything before, crashed down like a waterfall, severing Kong Xiang's elbow and then piercing through him, striking his heart in the back.

Click.

As if struck by lightning, Kong Xiang felt as if the entire world had suddenly turned black and white.

All his strength dissipated rapidly, as if a wick had been pulled from its coil.

"I'm not reconciled!" He still had a killer move he hadn't used. He still had a trump card he hadn't played—it was just a mistake. Buzz!

Kong Xiang's body was slammed to the ground by a tremendous force, causing shattered stone slabs to fly everywhere.

Then he quickly lost his breath.

Zhang Rongfang's expression remained unchanged as he stared intently at his opponent before drawing the Autumn Rain Blade from his back.

The Spirit Thread within the Kong Xiang body began to flow, converge, and change.

The direction where those trajectories converged, the core swish! Suddenly his wrist vibrated, and in an instant he swung out a blade.

The blade pierced deeply into the Kong Xiang body, then moved swiftly following a point of Silver Light within it.

After a dozen or so cuts, a hideous human face appeared on Kong Xiang's chest.

The moment the human face appeared, the Silver Light within it abruptly stopped moving at high speed.

"It's over." Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and made a gesture.

Ding! A clear sound, like crystal shattering.

Kong Xiang trembled all over and convulsed violently.

His strong and robust body began to wither rapidly, and a large amount of black ash seeped from his skin and scattered on the ground.

In just a few seconds, he was completely reduced to skin and bones.

"No matter how strong your martial arts are, in a life-or-death battle, if you lose once, there should only be one outcome."

Clang.

Zhang Rongfang sheathed his sword and put it back in its scabbard.

He turned around and saw the shocked looks on Zhang Yunqi and the others' faces.

"I've found a way to quickly kill the Spirit Vein."