A crowd of monks was about to step forward when Brother Brightheart hurriedly said, "Please wait, senior brothers. Let me handle this demon and beat this miscreant to death!"
Before the monks could say anything, Brother Brightheart had already rushed forward, winked at Quinn Shepherd, and whispered, "When we spar, let's exchange a few more moves, then you admit defeat. If you've already conceded, they won't have the nerve to beat you to death. Also, don't use demonic arts, or they'll get worked up again."
This young monk’s heart isn’t bad—he’s much better than Old Monk Jingming.
Quinn Shepherd’s eyes flickered. He smiled and said, "Let’s have a friendly exchange."
Brother Brightheart immediately struck, launching straight into Thunder Chant Eight‑Form—rushing like spring thunder from the East Sea, his movements set off a roar like surging rivers crashing into the ocean!
As he unleashed this move, divine-ability-like phenomena appeared: the yuanqi before and behind Brother Brightheart transformed into surging rivers, with looming mountains faintly visible, water pouring down from the peaks as if descending from the heavens, crashing into the sea.
At this level, the Thunder Chant Eight‑Form was nearly indistinguishable from a true divine ability—Great Thunderclap Temple’s Grand Buddha Mahayana Scripture truly lives up to its reputation!
Quinn Shepherd also performed Thunder Chant Eight‑Form—vast and majestic, with mountains, rivers, and spring thunder at sea. A thunderous boom shook heaven and earth, their muscles trembled, sinews rippling like tiny dragons darting beneath the skin, channeling power to its limit and drawing cheers from the monks!
"Brightheart, kill that demon!"
A dried-up, skinny old monk shouted, "That demon actually dares to cultivate Great Thunderclap Temple’s techniques—he’s blaspheming the Buddha! Kill him!"
Quinn Shepherd shifted his technique, transforming into the Thousand‑Hand Buddha. In an instant, countless attacks burst forth—his palms left afterimages, as if he had a thousand arms, and every palm unleashed a thunderous blast, like a great Buddha wielding a thousand arms to subdue demons. The monks’ faces all changed.
Purely in terms of Thunder Chant Eight‑Form mastery, this demon cult leader Quinn Shepherd had grasped every subtlety of the art. Just this Thousand‑Hand Buddha move alone meant his attainment surpassed eighty or ninety percent of the temple’s monks!
The monks’ cheers died down; inwardly, they worried, "It seems even Brightheart isn’t as skilled in this move as he is. He might not win..."
Brother Brightheart also unleashed Thousand‑Hand Buddha. The moment their moves clashed, he realized his own skills were lacking. He quickly shook his body, activated Victorious Battle Dharma, and his frame swelled; countless scripture texts surfaced and circled his body like a giant bell, ringing out again and again.
Two giant Buddhas with a thousand arms collided, and in an instant, the outcome was clear. Quinn Shepherd’s palm struck the scripture‑bell, Buddha light burst from the bell’s surface in ring after ring.
At this moment, Quinn Shepherd looked nothing like a demon; he was more like a realized high monk, a young Buddha, surrounded by azure dragons and radiating dignified majesty.
In the next instant, Brightheart saw Quinn Shepherd’s palm break through the giant bell, turning into a fist that landed squarely on his chest. He couldn’t help but be startled.
Quinn Shepherd’s punch had pierced right through the flaw in his Grand Buddha Mahayana Scripture—a fist as a seal, exploiting the gap and striking at the vital point. This blow was almost a direct hit to his death spot!
Yet the force of Quinn Shepherd’s punch was weak; it barely touched before he withdrew.
The monks’ hearts eased: "This demon’s cultivation isn’t high, he’s just skilled in technique."