Global Villain: I Can Only Become Stronger After I Die

91: Chapter 91 I have a million punches, enough to knock on a million Buddhas.The Old Monk tilted his head slightly, his gaze soft as he looked toward Qin Xiaogan in the air, and spoke with a compassionate expression.

”If Benefactor Qin is not well-versed in Buddhist teachings, this poor monk also knows a thing or two about martial arts.”

【Vajra’s Angry Glare】

The Old Monk’s eyes instantly glowed with a red light.

He clenched his fists, the veins on his arms bulging like winding, horned dragons.

With a light tap of his toes, The Old Monk’s figure instantly turned into a phantom, shooting toward Qin Xiaogan.

Wherever he passed, the air currents surged.

Watching the charging Old Monk, a faint, elusive smile hung on Qin Xiaogan’s face.

That smile was like the thin ice on a lake in early spring—seemingly fragile, yet dangerous.

Subsequently, Qin Xiaogan gripped his kitchen knife, a piercing aura emanating from his entire body as he swooped down toward The Old Monk.

His speed was so fast that it was merely a blur to the eyes.

Very quickly, The Old Monk’s fist collided fiercely with Qin Xiaogan’s kitchen knife.

”Bang!”

This loud noise sounded like a thunderclap booming in the surroundings.

Powerful energy fluctuations spread in all directions, causing the few remaining buildings nearby to instantly crumble into ruins.

At this moment, The Old Monk’s fist was as hard as diamond.

Qin Xiaogan’s kitchen knife scraped a trail of sparks against his fist, yet could not scratch him in the slightest.

The red light in The Old Monk’s eyes flickered more intensely; that radiance, like the bewitching glow of a blood moon, made one shudder.

The Old Monk suddenly threw out his left fist, the punch so fast that one could only see a blur of afterimages.

The momentum of the punch was like rushing waves, continuous and unending.

Qin Xiaogan, holding the kitchen knife, was actually knocked back by that single punch.

Seeing this, The Old Monk’s thick brows furrowed, and he threw out his left and right fists like a raging storm.

”Bang!”

”Bang!”

Each sound was deafening, each punch fatal.

Qin Xiaogan retreated again and again, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes became increasingly sharp.

Following that, The Old Monk’s punches rose fiercely and fell hard, his strength like a snapping bowstring, his output like thunder! He broke through Qin Xiaogan’s defenses, striking repeatedly.

But at this critical moment, The Old Monk actually closed his eyes, pressed his palms together, and mumbled, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.

That solemn expression made it seem as if all the strife in the world had nothing to do with him.

Seeing the opportunity, Qin Xiaogan waved his right hand, and the kitchen knife shot out, carrying the sound of tearing wind as it aimed straight for The Old Monk’s heart.

The Old Monk turned a deaf ear, continuing to recite Buddhist scriptures; the low chanting sounded exceptionally eerie in this tense atmosphere.

Just as the kitchen knife was about to pierce his chest, a buzzing sound rang out over the entire Imperial Capital, a sound like a great bell, shaking one’s soul.

The kitchen knife stopped one centimeter from The Old Monk’s heart, unable to advance even an inch, as if blocked by an invisible force.

Following this, The Old Monk’s aura erupted, a Buddha image appearing behind him, golden light shining, as if a Buddha had descended into the world.

”Amitabha.”

”I have a million fists, capable of bowing to ten million Buddhas.”

After speaking, The Old Monk appeared behind Qin Xiaogan in the blink of an eye, his speed like a ghostly teleportation.

The Old Monk extended his left arm, his palm resting against Qin Xiaogan’s temple, and struck with what seemed like a light, casual tap.

In an instant, Qin Xiaogan was blasted away like a cannonball, the powerful impact causing the surrounding air to emit a sharp explosive sound.

The Old Monk followed like a shadow, his figure flashing as he instantly caught up to the flying Qin Xiaogan.

He threw a thunderous right-handed punch into the latter’s abdomen; this punch was heavy and powerful, as if it could shatter mountains.

The body that had been flying backward was blasted back by this violent punch.

Immediately after, The Old Monk retracted his fist to gather strength, the muscles on his arm instantly bulging, veins rising like horned dragons, and struck again at Qin Xiaogan’s bloodied abdomen.

”Bang!”

A dull, loud sound came forth; Qin Xiaogan’s abdomen was actually pierced through by this punch, and blood sprayed out like a fountain.

Subsequently, he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Even those who wear the imperial crown have times of defeat.

【Congratulations to the host, you have completed your 1408th death】

【Attribute Points + 100】

The Old Monk, with a compassionate expression, slowly landed on the ground, his feet touching lightly without raising a speck of dust.

He turned his head slightly to look back at the Imperial Capital, which now resembled purgatory.

The once-bustling streets had now turned into scorched earth, smoke filled the air amidst the broken walls and ruins, and the sounds of wailing and screaming wove together into a desperate, tragic song.

His vision was gradually blurred by the blood flowing from his eye sockets. The blood slid down his thin cheeks, dripping onto his tattered kasaya, staining it with blooming, dark red lotuses.

”My Buddha... is compassionate.” His voice was trembling and sorrowful.

At this moment, a gust of wind whistled by, blowing up the hem of his robe, yet it could not blow away the gloom in his heart.

The Old Monk slowly closed his eyes, pressed his palms together, and muttered to himself.

”May I use this body to deliver all living beings, and eliminate all the suffering in the world.”

Just as The Old Monk finished speaking, a cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang out in the deathly silence, as if it had come from the abyss of the Nine Underworlds, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

”The Old Monk, you’re pretty good at fighting, aren’t you?”