Huiwu stood amidst the attention of the crowd, feeling the surging blood and boiling fighting spirit within him.
His gaze pierced through the churning sea of clouds and finally settled on the black-clad figure who remained calm and detached from the beginning.
The opponent in the final battle.
A "guest" who was delivered directly to the final destination.
He took a deep breath to calm his slightly disordered breathing after his battle with Uncle Huifa, and was about to speak.
Su Yu, however, raised his eyelids before him.
"Waiting for you to recover."
These four simple words, devoid of any emotion, struck the hearts of every Xuankong Temple disciple at Prajna Platform like an invisible hammer.
Waiting for him to recover?
What utter contempt! What utter arrogance!
Huiwu has just defeated Elder Huifa, who Earth Realm Third Layer, proving that he is the undisputed champion.
How dare this outsider be so arrogant?
Huiwu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the gentle smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by an icy chill.
But he did not fly into a rage.
Ten years of solitary meditation had already hardened his mind to the Panshi.
He gave Su Yu a deep look, suppressing the anger of being slighted, and sat down cross-legged without saying a word.
Buzz!
He formed a hand seal, and the three-zhang-tall illusory image of the Wisdom King Dharma Aspect reappeared behind him, but its light was dim, clearly indicating that he had consumed a great deal of energy.
He closed his eyes and began to fully circulate his internal energy to recover from his injuries and regain his strength.
Huiwu is not stupid.
His arrogance stemmed from absolute confidence in his ten years of arduous self-cultivation.
But he knew even better that someone like Wang Du, who valued him so much that he was willing to pay the price of a Bodhi Seed to pave the way for him to obtain the " Acala Body," could not possibly be a mere empty shell.
Talent, I admit, may be unparalleled in Qing Province.
But in the path of martial arts, can a difference of ten years be easily bridged by the word "talent" alone?
Huiwu sneered inwardly, his mind completely immersed in cultivation, and all the surrounding noise could no longer shake him in the slightest.
After a brief silence Prajna Platform, an overwhelming murmur of discussion erupted.
"He's gone mad! This kid's really gone mad! Who does he think Huiwu is?"
"Didn't you see the battle just now? Huifa's Great Skanda Vajra was so powerful, yet it was still directly defeated by Huiwu's Immovable Mountain Seal. How dare this brat let Senior Brother recover to his peak condition and fight again?"
"Heh, what a clown. He thinks he's something just because he got in through connections with the Demon Suppression Bureau. Just wait, once Huiwu recovers, he can crush him with a single finger!"
"That's right, so what if he has high talent? He's only eighteen or nineteen years old. Senior Brother Huiwu was already at the Peak Mystic Realm ten years ago, and he forcibly suppressed his cultivation for ten years to hone his Zen Heart. His foundation Non-Self imagination. This battle is a foregone conclusion!"
Almost all the disciples of Xuankong Temple were convinced of the outcome of this decisive battle.
In their view, Su Yu's behavior was not confidence, but rather an extremely foolish act of courting death.
Among the crowd, only Huikong gazed at the figure in black on the stage, his heart filled with endless bitterness.
madness?
You have no idea what kind of monster you are facing.
He recalled the secret volcano crater, and the fist crackling with lightning that pierced through his own Acala Golden Body.
Recalling the scene at the mountain gate just now, when he merely probed with a wisp of his divine sense, he was crushed by the opponent's will, which was as heavy as the Yellow Springs earth veins, and his soul was in excruciating pain.
He practiced diligently day and night for a month and felt that his cultivation had greatly improved.
But Su Yu directly crossed an entire major realm barrier.
Such a huge gap cannot be bridged by hard work and time alone.
While the audience below was making a ruckus, the pavilion atop the main peak of Spirit Vulture Mountain, shrouded in mist, was completely quiet.
"Benefactor Wang, what courage you possess!"
Abbot Yuanxin of Xuankong Temple personally poured a cup of fragrant tea for Wang Du, his cloudy old eyes revealing no trace of joy or anger.
"Using two generations of our temple's top disciples as whetstones for your subordinates—this deal is a sure win for the Demon Suppression Bureau."
Wang Du picked up his teacup and laughed heartily, his honest face full of sincerity.
"Abbot, you jest. Our Demon Suppression Bureau also paid a heavy price. One Bodhi Seed —there's only one in the entire Demon Suppression Pavilion Qing Province; there's no second one."
He took a sip of tea, his gaze piercing through the layers of mist, looking towards the distant Prajna Platform.
"I'm simply convinced that some people's value far exceeds what a single Bodhi Seed can measure."
The Abbot Yuanxin followed his gaze and slowly spoke.
"This young man, Huiwu, possesses exceptional talent in both Zen meditation and martial arts. He has already cultivated the ' Acala Body ' to the Samadhi realm, lacking only a slight opportunity to reach the threshold of the Wrathful Vajra. This old monk is truly curious, how can Benefactor Su possibly defeat him?"
Even though he agreed to the Wang Du's plan, he still didn't think Su Yu would win.
On one side are the sect 'Earth Realm Fourth Level.
On the other side were only young upstarts who had recently begun to make a name for themselves.
After listening, Wang Du drank the tea in his cup in one gulp and let out a relieved sigh.
He didn't answer, but the absolute certainty on his face spoke volumes.
Victory?
Old monk, what you're thinking about is how Su Yu can win.
What I'm curious about is how many moves this kid will use to end the fight.
The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is fleeting.
Buzz--!
Huiwu, who was sitting cross-legged on the Prajna Platform, suddenly opened his eyes, and two dazzling golden lights flashed from the depths of his eyes.
Boom!
A terrifying aura, even more concentrated and powerful than before, surged into the sky.
Behind him, the radiance of the three-zhang- Wisdom King Dharma Aspect surged, its appearance solemn and dignified, and the vajra in its hand was as solid as a real object.
He slowly stood up, having fully recovered from the exhaustion he had suffered in the battle against Huifa. In fact, under the intense pressure, his cultivation had even made a slight breakthrough.
At this moment, he has returned to his peak condition!
I'm all better.
Huiwu stared intently at Su Yu, his voice deep and resolute like refined iron, a palpable fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.
"Please!"
The moment he finished speaking, he set off.
Without the slightest probing, without leaving any room for maneuver.
He unleashed the strongest killing move that had just defeated Elder Huifa!
" Immovable Mountain Seal!"
Huiwu a step forward, and the entire white jade arena trembled and roared violently.
The Wisdom King Dharma Aspect behind him moved in perfect sync with him, and the enormous Vajra pestle, carrying the supreme power to suppress mountains and rivers and shatter all things, smashed down directly towards Su Yu's head!
This attack sealed off all of Su Yu's escape routes. The overwhelming pressure, like a mountain pressing down, was enough to make an ordinary Earth Realm martial artist stiffen up and have no choice but to sit and wait for death, being crushed into mincemeat.
All the monks around the Prajna Platform held their breath, their eyes filled with fervor.
It's here!
This is an invincible strike belonging to Huiwu!
They seemed to have already foreseen that the arrogant young man in black would be reduced to dust under this overwhelming attack.
However, faced with this earth-shattering move...
Su Yu remained standing still, without moving an inch.
He didn't even draw the long sword from his waist.
He simply lifted his right foot slightly.
He then lightly stomped his foot on the hard white jade ground beneath his feet.
Thump.
A soft sound rang out.
Unlike the deafening roar of a martial arts clash, it was more like a pebble falling into the calm center of a lake, faint and gentle.
There was no Earth Split roar, no deafening rumble.
But in that very instant, with that gentle stomp, the ground touched the earth.
Huiwu, who had been brimming with confidence, suddenly froze.