Tokyo Wrestler

But now he's in data-driven mode, and no negative state will affect his punches!

The rain of punches continues!

The golden statue of the young monk Shimizu Shirafu was becoming increasingly dilapidated, with more and more wounds appearing on its body...

But it's unclear whether the impact woke Shimizu Shirofumi up or not.

He completely bounced back from rock bottom.

With a nimble shift of her toes and a quick turn, she finally escaped Sett's barrage of punches, avoiding the tragedy of being killed in a combo.

Sett persisted relentlessly; his opponent had footwork, but he had boxing footwork!

Slide to the right to readjust your position.

Let's move on to the next round of punches!

But at this moment.

The young monk, Shimizu Shirafu, straightened his back, suddenly clasped his hands together tightly, and let his spiritual power flow freely without any restraint!

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A powerful, penetrating bell suddenly rang out from nowhere.

"Why do I hear bells? Am I hallucinating?"

"Me too..."

"Sett is so cool, that punch... I'm definitely going to make some pocket money today."

"..."

The audience below could hear the sudden bell ringing, not to mention Sett, who was sitting right next to Shimizu Shirafu!

He could not only hear the bells, but he could also see things that others could not see.

A pale golden, illusory clock!

It enveloped the little monk, Shimizu Shirafu.

The wound on his body, where Sett had just blasted him, was now covered in streaks of gold paint. Although the wound itself hadn't changed, Sett could roughly guess what it would feel like to hit it.

It must be as hard as steel!

"Is this what a cultivator is?" Serti thought to himself.

The little monk opened his eyes, which shone with golden light.

He said, "You can see? It seems you also possess talent for cultivation."

He then said:

“Since that’s the case, then this humble monk hasn’t broken any precepts… This is the true form of the golden body of a Buddhist Zen monk. With your fist just now, it’s absolutely impossible to break through it. You should give up.”

At this moment, the slightly overweight referee looked at Sett with pity, his eyes seeming to say:

Fighting against someone with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) must be exhausting, right?

In his field of vision, he could not see any golden body at all, only a young monk with his hands clasped together, constantly spouting childish and cheesy remarks.

Sett paid no heed to the sympathy of the slightly overweight referee.

He carefully examined the illusory bell surrounding the little monk.

Based on his intuition alone, he understood:

Indeed, relying solely on fists, it's difficult to achieve further breakthroughs.

If that's the case...

Sett didn't stop there; he ran forward, closing the distance between himself and the young monk, Shimizu Shirafu.

If fists don't work, then use skills!

Arrive at the right position.

Sett stomped his left foot forward!

His body suddenly pulled back and to the side like a drawn bow, his right fist behind him, and a huge and destructive energy was constantly accumulating!

Shimizu Shirafu, who was fully unleashing his "Level 2 Golden Body of the Dharma Assembly," only glanced at Sett's current posture, especially his right fist that looked like a pile of destruction. His spiritual power went into overdrive, and he could no longer maintain his Zen mind. Before the fist was even thrown, he was already in a state of mental confusion.

He tried to escape, but... it was too late!

Sett's charge-up was over.

With 500 points of maximum heroic spirit, his extremely compressed right fist finally moved forward!

The golden dragon opened its mouth and spewed forth a trapezoidal shockwave that pierced through everything in front of its fist!

A deliberate, deliberate, devastating punch!

Bang!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment; everything in the world paled in comparison to this punch, transforming into a sky full of golden light...

Gradually.

Sett discovered that this was not an illusion.

The whole surroundings were literally bathed in golden light!

The audience disappeared, the octagon disappeared, the slightly chubby referee disappeared... The only ones left were him and the little monk.

And... an old monk who appeared out of nowhere!

The old monk had a white beard, kind eyes, and although his face was aged, his body was very robust.

And he... used his palm, which was as golden as amber, to steadily block Sett's deliberate punch!

"Holy crap...who is this...where did he come from...Sett exclaimed in surprise."

The old monk was about to speak.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the entire "Golden World".

The old monk's golden, amber-like hand cracked open, and golden blood flowed from it...

Upon seeing this, the young monk Shimizu Shirafu stared wide-eyed, his eyes widening in shock.

Master's golden statue... has actually been broken!?

The old monk before them was none other than Shimizu Shirafu's master, who had rushed to the rescue using his "divine speed".

He was also one of the four head monks of Senso-ji Temple and a 7th-level saint who served as the head monk of the rear hall at the time.

His Buddhist golden body has been honed over many years and has now completed the five major stages of "Dharma Assembly", "Formlessness", "Purification of Karma", "Wonderful Practice" and "Vajra of Detachment from Form". He has attained the Arhatship and achieved the 7th level of Pure Mind Arhat Dharma Body, and the inner protection and exorcism Arhat Dharma Image.

He is a true veteran saint, and also the saint with the strongest defense.

But this person... actually got injured!?

How can we prevent the young monk from questioning the meaning of life?

An attack that could even injure his master's level 7 Pure Heart Arhat Dharma Body, let alone hit his immature level 2 Dharma Assembly Golden Body... I dare not even think about it...

The young monk, Shimizu Shirafu, reflecting on his boastful words to Sett earlier, now wished he could disappear into a hole in the ground...

The other two people present did not pay attention to the little monk's inner thoughts.

Despite his injury, the old monk's kind and gentle appearance remained unchanged. He withdrew his bleeding hand, examined his eyes, and then looked at Sett.

What kind of eyes were those? So clear and seemingly containing all things in the world.

Just one glance from him and Sett instinctively took two steps back, his scalp tingling, feeling as if the pattern on his underwear had been seen through.

One of the six great supernatural powers in Buddhism: the divine eye!

moment.

The old monk withdrew his gaze, revealing a kind smile, and said, "Not a superhuman... but the 'Way of the Warrior'?"

"This is truly the domineering way of the samurai. I guess your 'way' is to forge ahead and break through all obstacles, right?"

"Ignoring my Dharma body, it can strike directly at my foundation. There is such a way of Bushido in the world... Amitabha, I have lived in this world for more than seventy years, and today I have finally seen the light."

What are you talking about? What's this "Way of the Samurai" nonsense? I didn't even have a katana, did I? The true damage of a deliberate punch will definitely ignore your defense...

But that old monk is really something; 500 points of true damage only caused him to bleed a little...

I've seen their eyes, they're people I can't afford to mess with right now... Sett asks:

What is the way of the samurai?

Upon hearing this question, the old monk was visibly taken aback.

Then a fiery look appeared on his aged face... yes, fiery, especially in his eyes, which were the eyes of someone admiring a piece of rough jade!

He quickly asked:

"Young benefactor, you actually achieved your current level 2 cultivation through your own exploration? And you even grasped the Way of the Warrior without a teacher?"

What a terrifying talent!

"He can actually tell my level directly?" Sett's mind raced. Seeing that the old monk was friendly and easy to talk to, Sett continued to ask: