705: Chapter 705: [Slow Motion Close-Up] 705: Chapter 705: [Slow Motion Close-Up] But the powerful force in the falling leaf came like a raging tide, not only producing a terrifying sound, but this force also pushed Konghai fiercely with a pair of massive hands, almost as if to send his body flying.
Luckily, Konghai’s feet seemed rooted to the ground, and his body only swayed greatly; otherwise, the outcome might have been uncertain.
“Hiss!”
Although this round of the confrontation wasn’t at all exciting, with both men standing in their original places without moving, it could be described as simple, dry, and boring.
However, it still brought everyone quite a shock; Ye Chenfeng’s leaf was like a big hammer, subjecting Konghai’s body to tremendous force.
“It’s my turn now!”
Konghai roared and actually flung away the fallen leaf shot by Ye Chenfeng.
“Zzzt!”
The leaf, like the Grim Reaper’s whip, traced a red path in the air, leaving an orange-red streak with its afterimage.
“Wow!”
Someone couldn’t help but exclaim, because the leaf was too fast, streaking across like lightning, flashing by in an instant.
“Heavenly Buddha Finger!”
Even Master Hui Wen on the platform couldn’t help exclaiming, as if he had perceived something.
As the leaf bore down with an unmatched power, Ye Chenfeng could only meet force with force.
“Pfft!”
But like a blade, the leaf slashed Ye Chenfeng’s two fingers and fell through the spaces between them.
“Bang!”
Like a bullet, it embedded itself firmly into the ancient tree behind Ye Chenfeng, its power undiminished as it spread out, leaving behind a fist-sized hole.
“Spurt!”
And not just that, the leaf even pierced through the ancient tree, turning out to be a calamity for the people behind it.
The person standing closest bore the brunt of it, letting out a painful scream as a jet of blood shot forth, with his chest subsequently soaked in blood.
“Quickly carry him down and treat this benefactor’s wounds.” The monastery’s monks immediately carried the injured man away.
The clean-faced monk who had previously said this person had a blood disaster chuckled non-stop, drawing sidelong glances from the surrounding crowd.
However, everyone suddenly remembered something, the mad monk had just mentioned he foresaw a blood disaster, hadn’t he?
And sure enough, soon after he said it, the man was hit by Konghai’s fallen leaf, spilling so much blood.
“This seems like a Divine Monk!
Just like the Sweeping Monk from ‘Tianlong Ba Bu’!
Except he’s carrying water.”
Someone made a reminder, and people began to look in the mad monk’s direction.
“Gah!”
But in the next moment, everyone was stunned because the mad monk had disappeared.
He was clearly standing there just a few seconds ago, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone, vanishing in a way that astonished everyone.
“He really is a Divine Monk!”
If the competition wasn’t still going on, perhaps these people would have left to search for this so-called “Divine Monk”.
Everyone was even more curious about how a temple could have such a mad monk within its walls; the unanimous thought was that he must be a secluded Divine Monk, otherwise, dressed like that, he would have long been driven out by the temple.
However, the power of Konghai’s finger just now shocked everyone who witnessed it, The falling leaves not only matched bullets in speed but were even comparable to shotgun pellets in terms of power, which was immense.
They penetrated an ancient tree and even caused injury to a person.
But it was clear to all present that Konghai aimed to deal a killing blow.
“Amitabha, my sins, my sins!”
Upon seeing this, Konghai couldn’t help but sigh.
But his intention was more than obvious; he was clearly mocking Ye Chenfeng for failing to catch it, allowing the ancient tree to suffer such “calamity.”
“Is this Japanese monk too formidable?
This is practically using leaves to kill people!”
“Oh my heavens!”
Although many present had prayed to Buddha and seen their fair share of monks, encountering a martial monk like Konghai, especially one so overwhelmingly powerful, was like having their eyes opened for the first time.
“Martial arts of Buddhism in the Divine Land is nothing special, isn’t it?
The move just now was probably the Duoluoye Finger from the Shaolin’s Seventy-two Ultimate Skills, right?
It’s nowhere close to the Heavenly Buddha Finger, not even by a long shot.
It is said that the Divine Land is the orthodox foundation of Buddhism, but I’m not so sure about that,” Konghai said, his words dripping with irony.
Picking up a small pebble from the ground, Konghai sneered, “This time, benefactor, Konghai will not show mercy.
Please use the ultimate skill taught by Master Hui Wen!”
There was a hint of disdain in Konghai’s eyes; his plan was simple, take down Ye Chenfeng and force Master Hui Wen to confront him personally.
Ye Chenfeng’s fingers, dripping with blood, were put into his mouth for him to suck on them.
His face became as cold and hard as metal in an instant.
This Konghai was not merely exchanging martial arts techniques; his moves were definitely meant to kill.
If it had been anyone else, they would have died on the spot, and it was clear that Ye Chenfeng now harbored killing intent himself.
Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng plucked a hair from his head, and being discreet in his actions, most of those present did not see it.
However, Konghai saw it clearly; he knew that Ye Chenfeng had been comparing finger techniques with him.
He himself had chosen a pebble, and if a simple leaf possessed such power, then a pebble could have an unimaginable force.
What shocked Konghai was that Ye Chenfeng had chosen a single strand of hair to defeat his enemy—something Konghai had never encountered before.
Konghai couldn’t help but sneer; he found Ye Chenfeng’s action to be absurd.
Ye Chenfeng’s expression remained cold and indifferent, but his dull grey eyes suddenly shone brightly for a moment.
“Constant Mirror Formlessness, Everlasting Wisdom Detachment, Robbery Finger Opening Dantian Life and Death Disk!”
Murmuring the words, Ye Chenfeng’s slender fingers suddenly pointed toward Konghai.
In mid-air, it seemed like nothing was there, yet Konghai felt as if he had stepped into Asura Hell, with a boundless aura of death seeping in, and even the gust of wind it brought made his spine chill and his skin tingle.
Master Hui Wen narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, “To think that such martial arts in his hands would become a move for slaughter, my sins, my sins, I wonder if I am right or wrong, Amitabha!”
Even Master Hui Wen was mired in confusion over this matter.
The single strand of hair, like a wind blade, shot toward Konghai with extreme speed.
While the others couldn’t see the trajectory of the hair, Konghai could see it clearly.
A streak of black flashed across his retinas, its speed rivaling a meteor tearing through the void, and it was hard to believe someone could move that fast.
Konghai, of course, showed no mercy; his Heavenly Buddha Finger shot out, sending the small pebble with the might of artillery shell, aiming to shatter Ye Chenfeng with unstoppable force.
“Crack!”
If this were a scene in an action movie, the director would surely provide a close-up, a slow-motion close-up.
Because at that moment, the seemingly insignificant strand of hair turned into a blade and split the pebble cleanly in half upon contact, each going their separate ways, but the pebble was cleaved open.