Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Ryan seemed a little confused by Mian's question.

She answered blankly:

"The type that can be separated like this usually won't threaten the life of the main body even if it dies. However, the clone itself is also an important part of the main body's strength, and it is usually not easily abandoned."

"Compared to life and goals, there is nothing that cannot be given up."

Mian gritted his teeth and withdrew from the consciousness space. He saw that Matt, under the pretext of cleaning up the corpses, had not yet retracted his tentacles. Instead, they were still entrenched on the entire unfinished building and construction site, forming a kind of encirclement around Mian and the others.

"Mr. Wang He, come here. Let's have a good talk about how to get into the Donna Hotel today."

Matt smiled and extended his hand to Mian, but it carried a cold atmosphere and an inhuman quality.

"The opponent's spells haven't reached their full potential yet. If it's now, we might be able to escape."

Ryan only belatedly realized what was happening. But even without her mentioning it, Mian had already begun to put on an act, trying to conceal her intention to escape.

After all, even before the opponent's spells were unleashed, Mian, who knew best how much he had boasted, was not entirely confident of victory.

"Alright, since you're showing such sincerity, I naturally have no reason not to oblige. I know a very nice coffee shop on St. Paul's Street; perhaps we can go there..."

Mian winked at Leo, signaling him to run away quickly. But at this tense moment, the phone suddenly rang.

To ensure she could receive calls from the kidnappers promptly, Mian hadn't muted her phone. Now, the blaring rock music ringtone suddenly filled the quiet, abandoned building, and after a few rings, it automatically switched to speakerphone mode, which Mian had pre-set.

Shirley's familiar loud voice came through the receiver.

"Hey bro. How's it going on your end? Matt says he absolutely has to talk to you in person."

Why, of all times, to deliver this information!

Mian's face displayed an incredibly complex expression, a mixture of shock, panic, and utter despair flashing across his face simultaneously.

At that very moment, upon hearing these words, Matt could no longer care about fully unleashing the spell, tearing away all pretense and revealing a ruthless expression on his inhuman face.

A tentacle, like a compressed spear, shot out towards Mian's back in an instant.

"Get out of the way, Mian!"

Ryan's warning, coupled with Mian's own careful precautions, allowed him to narrowly dodge the stab by turning to the side.

However, another tentacle immediately followed, this time not aimed at Mian, but at Leo, who was carrying Lisa on his back and had not yet realized what was happening.

He couldn't possibly dodge this attack on his own, and Mian didn't have any magic to block it either.

Last night, he primarily mastered spells related to mental manipulation and illusion, with very few spells that could be used directly to inflict damage. This is also why Mian dared not easily engage in conflict with superhumans.

"Clang—Pfft!"

A sickening, metallic groan rang out simultaneously with the muffled thud of flesh being pierced.

At this critical juncture, Mian's only option was to use his own body as a shield between Leo, Lisa, and the tentacles.

Only then did he realize that the tips of Matt's tentacles were not purely fleshy. At the moment of impact, the tips hardened like iron, even carrying a strange power, and slammed hard into the "holy armor" on Mian's body.

The illusory armor, granted by the cheat code and capable of withstanding ordinary bullets, was pierced through with a small hole by Matt's all-out attack with his bizarre tentacles. A sharp, cold sensation, accompanied by excruciating pain, instantly shot through Mian from below his shoulder blade.

Fresh blood, bright red blood, gushed out immediately.

Although the wound wasn't deep, the fact that it was so easily inflicted completely exposed the lie that Mian had painstakingly constructed.

"Oh……"

Matt let out a cold, mocking laugh as he watched Mian stagger backward, clutching her wound and her face pale. His eyes held no more doubt, only cruel pleasure.

"Liar... You're not a skilled superhuman at all. You're just a novice."

Having torn away the last shred of pretense and politeness, Mian no longer concealed his disheveled state and rage. He clutched his wound; the intense pain ironically made his mind unusually clear. He stared intently at Matt's tentacles flailing wildly in the air, a cold, blood-tinged sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth:

"Likewise, Mr. Matt! Your condition... isn't at its peak either, is it? You can only control four tentacles at a time... tsk, it seems your technique hasn't been fully unleashed yet?"

Mian keenly noticed Matt's limitation—at this moment, although he had extended his tentacles all over the unfinished building, he only had four tentacles that could be used flexibly like a living being.

Matt's sneer froze for a moment, then became even more unrestrained and arrogant.

"Four roots? That's enough to deal with you. Since you're incapable of joining me in resisting the Celestial Cult, then die here."

Before he finished speaking, Matt completely let go of his restraints.

His oversized trench coat billowed like bat wings, making a rustling sound. The four thick, slippery tentacles, with tips gleaming with bone-white or metallic cold light, were no longer in a tentative posture, but rather, like an octopus hunting its prey, they used the "tentacle network" that had spread out earlier to stab, whip, and entangle Mian and the other two from all directions with destructive power.

The tentacles slammed into the ground, shattering and sending cement tiles flying everywhere!

The tentacles swept across the load-bearing column, exposing the steel bars and filling the air with dust!

The tentacles, like living whips, lashed out with a shrill whistling sound as they tore through the air, wildly whipping towards Mian and striking Leo, who was holding Lisa and trying to find cover.

The first floor of the unfinished building was instantly transformed into a battleground of flesh and concrete.

Deadly "octopus tentacles" dance wildly in the confined space, each attack carrying deadly power and a strange corrosiveness.

With the help of the weak "Acceleration" and "Tenacity" spells that Ryan could barely cast, Mian struggled to block and dodge with Ifaratamuya in his hand. Each touch of the sword produced a piercing scraping sound, making his arm numb and causing waves of tearing pain from his wound.

But compared to him, Leo, who was carrying Lisa, was physically superior due to his "servant" title, but he was in a more dangerous situation because he had no armor and could not use magic.

He was frantically parrying the tentacles, which were already pushing him to the brink of despair.

Mian knew she had to do something, she had to turn this desperate situation around.

So he gripped his sword tightly and charged toward Matt without regard for anything else.