351 Flower Falls (1/2)

Chapter 351: Flower Falls

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The fog had yet to dissipate and Ning Que had already crossed through it, reaching monk Guan Hai, leaving a pale shadow in his eyes. Nervousness finally appeared in the calm eyes of the young powerhouse from the Buddhism sect.

Monk Guan Hai did two things when he saw Ning Que who had broken through the fog. He separated his two hands, and his right thumb pressed against his palm, changing from a Wisdom King gesture to a heart gesture. His raised left hand turned to a horizontal position, and pushed the strongest Wisdom King gesture in his palm towards Ning Que. His abdomen contracted suddenly as he breathed in to begin his Buddhist Chant.

With the help of the two Buddhist sect emblematic gestures, the fog around his body began to move chaotically. Twilight shone through the milky white fog like flowers blooming in the air. When the first syllable of the Buddhist Chant began in his abdomen, the flowers of the faint Breath of Nature began to form and fall downwards.

Some of the flowers broke into several petals and fell like the rain while some flowers fell complete with their stems. They enveloped his body in a dense cloud. These petals and stems held the Qi of Heaven and Earth moved by the two emblematic gestures. Together with the Buddhist chant, they would frantically bloom upon making contact with an enemy's body, inflicting harm viciously.

With a Buddhist heart gesture in his right hand, the Wisdom King gesture in his left and a Buddhist Chant that could shock his enemy, Guan Hai used the most powerful Buddhist Sect arts that he knew. This core disciple of the elder at Lanke Temple had a determined and pure Buddhist Heart. He could remain calm in the current situation and make the appropriate response.

Compared to ordinary folk, regardless of whether they came from the Taoism or Buddhism sects, the greatest advantage cultivators had was speed. Before the average person could see the light, their throats would have been pierced by a flying sword. And before the average person had time to dodge, he would have been bathed in blood, battered by that rain of flowers. Monk Guan Hai knew that Ning Que was not an ordinary person, but in the face of his opponent's sudden attack through the fog, he was certain that his choice was the right one.

It was a pity that he had forgotten something. Distance was necessary to reflect how fast, or perhaps one should say, to profit from the speed a cultivator had. And at this moment, the distance between him and Ning Que was less than a foot. He was right before him.

When the beautiful flowers of the Breath of Nature fell, and when monk Guan Hai's hands were still making their emblematic gestures, Ning Que did something very simple. He smashed his fist on the monk's face.

Two streams of blood spurt out.

In a flash of pain and the sound of coughing, monk Guan Hai's heart gesture in his right hand and Wisdom King gesture in his left were scattered. The flowers from the Breath of Nature had also disappeared, and even the fog had dissipated.

The fog dispersed, and the hall returned to its original quietness and emptiness.

Ning Que retracted his fist slowly.

Monk Guan Hai wiped the blood off his face. After a moment of silence, he said, ”I have lost.”

What was left of the ice had melted and was flowing in the seams of the dark wooden floors, making a clear tinkling sound.

Monk Guan Hai raised his head and lamented, ”Mr. Thirteen is indeed the successor of a Divine Talisman Master. Your use of talismans was beyond imagination, and each of the four Fu characters that you have used was very creative and logical, like an essay with an introduction, development, transformation and a conclusion. It was beautiful. Finally, you abandoned the use of talismans and used your fist, proving that you have understood the true meaning of battle. It seems that I have overestimated myself in wanting to challenge you. No wonder you were so hesitant in the beginning; you mustn't have wanted to embarrass me too much.”

Ning Que did indeed show mercy at the end. He had an abundance of the Great Spirit in his body, and his body was strong. His fist had once crushed Gu Xi's skull like a watermelon, so how could it be that only monk Guan Hai's nose had bled?

But in actual fact, he had only won by the skin of his teeth.

Ning Que had used four talismans consecutively and had expended too much of his Psyche Power. However, he had plenty of Psyche Power in his sense of perception, so that was not an issue. The key was that the Great Spirit that he had imbued in the first three talismans had used up all the Great Spirit in his body. He had then tried to ambush the monk through the fog, forcefully after using a Scatter Fu, so his body was extremely weak after that.

If monk Guan Hai had not chosen to use the most powerful Buddhist Sect art in response, but had instead continued to use the Wisdom King protection gesture, and strengthened his defense, he would only need a second more to succeed in felling Ning Que.

Ning Que looked at monk Guan Hai, who stood before him and admitted his loss sincerely. He thanked his lucky stars silently. This monk from the Lanke Temple was in a high state of cultivation, but chose a secluded life in the temple on the mountain to cultivate and study Buddhist scriptures. He did not seem to understand why one battled.

He suddenly thought of something that Ye Hongyu had said when they left the hanging basket at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. ”Most cultivators in the world do not understand what battle is. It is easy to defeat them.”

”It is a pity that my cultivation is not sufficient enough to recognize the legendary Academy's no-boundary spirit.”

Monk Guan Hai was still earnestly reviewing and analyzing the battle.

His attitude was very sincere, and Ning Que's face burned slightly. He thought to himself, that he had refused to battle the monk on the streets not because he was worried that he would embarrass the monk, but because he was worried that he would embarrass himself.

Ning Que extended a hand and helped him up.

Monk Guan Hai thanked him, and then, said dazedly. ”There is something that I do not understand. How did you dodge the raindrops that I flicked at you? Those drops of rain were imbued with my battle intent.”

Ning Que smiled and did not say anything, but collected himself secretly.

Monk Guan Hai looked at his expression and could not help but say abashedly, ”I am being presumptuous. I am being presumptuous.”

He thought to himself, that Ning Que had silently deflected his move, and must have used a special skill of the Academy. That skill must be of the same scale as the no-boundary spirit, and his question would be like trying to peek at the Academy's secrets.

Ning Que smiled and shook his head, and then, helped him to walk out of the hall.

Only he knew what he had done to deal with the raindrops.