Underground Subway No-Rules Fighting Tournament
As the foreign monk chanted his sutras, a faint golden radiance appeared on the Buddhist scripture in his hands. It was solemn and sacred—the scene as seen by ordinary people.
But if a cultivator with an opened Eye Aperture had been present, they would have seen the foreign monk's vast spiritual power pulling at the contents of the Buddhist scripture. The sutras transformed into tangible golden runes, each one the size of a fingernail, blotting out the sky as they surged toward the vengeful ghost ahead.
The illusion cast by the ghost general Ku You instantly scattered like cooking smoke blown away by a fierce wind when it encountered the Buddhist scripture's runes.
As the illusion was dispelled bit by bit, the passengers in the carriage remained bewildered. Unlike the people in Shuhang's carriage, they had been enveloped in the illusion for too long, and the ghost general Ku You had siphoned away some of their strength. They were still in a dazed, senseless state.
"Eek..." The ghost general Ku You let out a sharp shriek and retreated repeatedly. It had barely recovered some energy, only to have the foreign monk dissolve it again. Its body was even weaker than before.
If this continued, it would be completely purified by the foreign monk and reduced to ashes in just half an hour.
"Damn foreign devil!" The two men who had arrived from behind nearly exploded with rage when they saw the scene.
The white-collar man sucked in a deep breath. In the next moment, the muscles all over his body bulged, bursting apart the suit that had originally fit him snugly. If not for his unchanged skin color, he would have looked just like the Hulk transforming.
After transforming, he was twice as burly as