Journey, Part 1

"Um??"

On the White Ship, Zhang Rongfang's eyes narrowed as he stared at the exploded Kong Chi monk.

He originally only intended to do a preliminary rehearsal to test the completeness of his story. It would be even better if someone could point out the flaws in his story to his face.

But it's blown up now?

What happened?

"Interesting." Zhang Rongfang lightly touched his toes to the intact ship's side and looked down at Kong Chi, who was undergoing changes.

Numerous Silver Thread swirled and whistled through the air, moving about wildly before regrouping as if knitting a sweater.

In just a few seconds, it wove back into its original Kong Chi state.

But this time...

This kind of weaving seems different.

Or rather, the expression Kong Chi's face was completely different after the weaving.

Previously, you could see his emotional changes, whether it was anger or confusion.

But now, on that rugged face, there was only one expression—tranquility and peace.

Like the Buddha high above in a temple.

A subtle sense of familiarity welled up in Zhang Rongfang's heart.

He squinted, immediately recalling the Blood God Statue he had seen before.

The Kong Chi at this moment resembled the previous Statue. "Interesting. Let me see what methods you will use to rebel against me."

Zhang Rongfang moved his hands to adjust his body to its optimal state.

Bang!

In an instant, Kong Chi's body disappeared from the spot.

His teleportation speed was so fast that it broke through the air, creating a violent gust of wind that dispersed outwards.

The dispersing airflow created a gale, causing debris on the surrounding deck to tumble and swirl.

Zhang Rongfang's pupils contracted slightly, and he hurriedly raised his hands to cross in front of him to block.

But it was still a little too slow.

When!!

Kong Chi struck his shoulders simultaneously with both hands, producing a metallic clang.

The immense impact was like a bomb, tearing Zhang Rongfang's shoulder apart and sending blood and flesh flying backward.

The deck cracked and exploded, and Zhang Rongfang, unable to dissipate the force, was thrown several levels below.

Thud! He fell backward, his back facing the ground.

Only then did he realize what Kong Chi had become.

In the midst of the eruption, this seemingly dim-witted monk had transformed into Strange Man with fingernails that grew to be as sharp as knives.

A layer of muscular bulges resembling wings grew on his back, but the wings were not yet formed, as if they were still wrapped and bound by a membrane.

At this moment, Kong Chi's upper legs were stretched out, and his toes were all transformed into sharp, razor-sharp keratin.

From a distance, he no longer looked human, but rather more like a predator of some kind of ferocious beast in nature.

Thud! Zhang Rongfang crashed heavily onto the second floor, the ground cracked, and he almost fell down again.

But they managed to stabilize the situation in the end.

He quickly rolled over to avoid his original position.

With a whoosh, Kong Chi's figure descended from the sky, delivering a powerful knee strike to Zhang Rongfang's chest.

Boom! The floorboards shattered.

Caught off guard, the old monk also fell down, landing on the third level, which was also the lowest level of the ship.

In the dark cabin, Zhang Rongfang stood up and dusted himself off.

The wounds on his shoulders had now healed completely.

After his Blood Flesh Completion to over 90%, the increase in his overall physical attributes had reached an exaggerated level.

In addition, the health points themselves have an extremely high healing rate.

It can be said that at this moment, his healing ability is no worse than that of the Worship God Warrior.

Standing inside the cabin, he held his breath and listened intently.

Suddenly he dodged to the right.

Bang! A figure leaped down from below, crashing through the floor and grabbing at his face.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and delivered Heavy Mountain strike.

The combined power of the three Limit State, Heavy Mountain, collided head-on with the opponent.

When!!

It was another loud, clanging sound, like the sound of hammering iron.

Zhang Rongfang staggered back several steps, his legs sinking deep into the ground with each step.

"Again!" he laughed. He felt a sense of exhilaration at being able to freely apply what he had learned.

Immediately, he pulled his feet out and lunged forward again.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!

The two fought like a raging storm, occasionally grazing the edges of the surrounding walls and smashing them to pieces.

The White Ship groaned in the aftermath of their battle.

The walls shattered and pierced through one by one.

As Zhang Rongfang got into the game, Heavy Mountain's multiplier kept increasing.

From one to three times.

Three to five times.

Gradually, he actually managed to suppress Kong Chi- on.

"Not enough, not enough, not enough!!! Hahahaha! Let me have some more fun!!"

The pent-up emotions were released, and Zhang Rongfang's arms transformed into afterimages, sweeping towards Kong Chi with overwhelming force.

From a distance, it looks as if he has grown dozens of arms at the same time.

"Die!!" Kong Chi roared, and a faint silver color began to appear on his skin. Thin Silver Thread gradually emerged from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, like tentacles, and stabbed towards Zhang Rongfang.

As a grandmaster, he has gradually reached the pinnacle of his physical abilities.

Even so, he was still a little behind Zhang Rongfang on the other side.

"Final Style: Yaksa King!"

Finally, after being knocked back by another palm strike, Kong Chi mechanically opened his mouth, and a loud, booming sound came from his throat.

The sound wave acted like a starter, instantly vibrating his entire body.

It causes rapid and drastic changes in their body.

Its size became even thinner.

The Silver Patterns on his skin began to weave together into distorted, ghostly faces.

A row of exhaust vents densely protruded from its back.

Puff.

A blast of air exploded out, Kong Chi charged towards Zhang Rongfang like a cannonball.

He conjured a knife with one hand, and dozens of hand-blades split off in mid-air, as if all of them were tangible, all simultaneously stabbing towards Zhang Rongfang.

This is due to the excessive speed, causing afterimages to appear simultaneously.

The Yaksha image within the True Buddha Temple is primarily designed to increase speed.

The Final Form of Kong Chi's training is the Yaksa King, which is an extension and eruption of the Yaksha.

Its speed increased dramatically by several times compared to before.

Even Zhang Rongfang could only see a shadow at this moment.

Yes, he could no longer see Kong Chi's movement speed.

But it's okay.

Ignoring everything else, Zhang Rongfang gathered strength in both hands and frantically swung his fists in front of him.

"Tenfold Heavy Mountain!!"

Whoosh! His furious punches rained down like raindrops, creating a powerful gust of wind that blew forward.

The wall of strong winds had barely formed when it was ruthlessly shattered by a massive human figure.

Boom! In an instant, the two collided simultaneously.

Four arms strike each other, fists wield swords.

In an instant, the two of them were sent flying backward.

Zhang Rongfang crashed through the ship's wooden planks and fell into the sea, splashing up white waves.

Kong Chi also crashed into the ship, but Silver Thread suddenly flew out from his body, grabbed the ship, and like tentacles, pulled him back.

As soon as he returned to the station, he looked down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was clearly injured during the exchange of blows. And it wasn't a minor injury.

At this moment, the Buddha-like serenity he had exuded gradually faded and disappeared.

A flicker of consciousness re-emerged in his eyes.

"What's going on!? How did I... get into the Final Form!?" Kong Chi looked around at the chaotic mess in bewilderment.

At this moment, all the memories of the fight rushed into his mind.

His expression suddenly changed.

The overwhelming visual memories caused him to involuntarily cover his mind.

"Wait! That person just now! The one who was disguised as Zhang Ying!?"

What happened to me?! Something... I feel like I've forgotten something??

Kong Chi felt as if a piece of his mind was missing.

The memories of the previous fight seem disjointed.

It's as if a small piece is missing.

He took a deep breath and looked at the spot where Zhang Rongfang had fallen into the sea.

"Is he dead?"

"Yes, even without Worship God, such strength is already beyond imagination. His recovery from injury is definitely not as fast as mine! So..."

Boom! In an instant, the entire White Ship shook violently.

Then it started shaking violently.

"What's going on?!" Kong Chi's expression changed drastically. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and looked sharply towards the bottom floor.

"Could it be?!"

He considered a terrible possibility!

Just then.

Boom! With a muffled thud, a gaping hole suddenly appeared in the bottom of the White Ship from the outside in.

As the seawater gushed in, a burly figure burst through the waves, leaped, and landed lightly on a wooden plank not far in front of Kong Chi.

The fine seawater transformed into lines, flowing and sliding down Zhang Rongfang's body and between his muscle lines.

The remaining water stains were quickly evaporated by the high body temperature, turning into a hazy mist.

Aside from his long, black hair, which was disheveled and draped over his shoulders like seaweed, Zhang Rongfang was completely free of any wounds! No! He didn't even have a single scar!

Kong Chi was horrified. His feet involuntarily wanted to take a step back.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he forcibly suppressed it.

No!! No way!!

He had already entered the Final Form and absolutely could not retreat!! Once he retreated, his Grandmaster realm would definitely regress! At that time!! Kong Chi gritted his teeth, and a burst of air shot out from the pores on his back, propelling him forward to strike out with a vertical palm.

He practiced one of the supreme martial arts of the True Buddha Temple, the True Form Subduing Demon Skill.

Now that I'm awake, it's much better than when I was unconscious and could only use brute force.

The power and skill of their moves have also increased significantly.

But, "Aren't there any new tricks?"

A slight look of disappointment appeared on Zhang Rongfang's face.

"Die!!" Kong Chi's facial veins bulged, and his eyes swirled with a mixture of blood and silver.

Even in his Final Style State, he couldn't kill his opponent, so if the intensity remained the same, he knew he would most likely not be able to escape.

Therefore, the only way out is to put ourselves in a do-or-die situation!

Just as he was about to rush in front of Zhang Rongfang, he suddenly clasped his hands together and precisely severed the five fingers of his left hand with a chop.

All five fingers were severed, the wounds resembling knife cuts, with Silver Thread surging within, suddenly gushing outwards.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! This sudden change was something even Zhang Rongfang couldn't have predicted.

By the time he realized it, the two were only three meters apart.

For a grandmaster, three meters is an instant.

"Pity."

Zhang Rongfang darted to the left, narrowly avoiding the Silver Thread's attack.

"The speed of the Grandmaster's Final Form is indeed difficult for me to avoid, but the speed of the Spirit Thread is not fast."

The rapid Spirit Thread he once possessed is now nothing to him.

He kept dodging the Spirit Thread, waiting patiently for Kong Chi to release Spirit Thread and enter a period of weakness.