At this moment, the six lamas didn't hesitate for a second. Now that they'd figured out Ryan Ling's "weakness," they had zero scruples. Two of them immediately charged straight at him, and Bill Wu couldn't hold back either—he strode right over.
The grudge from Huifeng Tower that day—no matter what, it had to be settled right now.
Everyone around was pissed off, but nobody dared step in. Warren Yuan was sweating bullets; he was clutching a "Blast Talisman"—a last-resort charm for emergencies. This thing packs serious firepower, but he almost never uses it. If he does, sure, he can blow the enemy to smithereens, but he'll get badly hurt himself.
But up against these lama bandits, he had no choice but to risk his life!
"Kid, you gonna strip yourself, or do we have to do it for you?"
"Be smart and do it yourself, or we'll have to get rough. Slapping on a talisman and pretending you're some big shot? You're just begging to die!"
The two lamas circled Ryan Ling, laughing at him.
"Idiots!" Ryan shot them a vicious glare.
"Masters, just kill him already! This guy won't cry until he sees the coffin!" Bill Wu couldn't hold back anymore and yelled.
"Do it!" The two lamas spat on the ground and lunged at him.
But before their filthy hands could touch Ryan, his body suddenly flickered—he slapped both of them so hard their heads rang, sending the two lamas flying across the room.
Bill Wu froze, stumbling back in a panic, and nervously glanced at Living Buddha Sangji. He hadn't even seen Ryan move—just felt two weird gusts of wind smack the lamas in the face.
"Enough with the cheap tricks. All four of you go—use psychic force to strip his clothes. I bet he's got more than one talisman stuck on him!" Living Buddha Sangji was clutching the Demon-Snaring Bowl, happily admiring it, not even bothering to care about a 'nobody' like Ryan.
The four lamas got the order and rushed him, chanting under their breath.
The auction boss broke out in a cold sweat, and the security guards who'd been blasted away earlier clamped their hands over their ears. It was the same chanting that had sent them flying before—right now, it sounded straight-up demonic.
But Ryan didn't move at all. As the four lamas started channeling their psychic force—four invisible streams snaked toward him—he just swung his palm sharply.
Those four streams of psychic force were instantly scattered.
The four lamas froze, exchanging glances. Obviously, they'd never run into anything like this when using psychic force before.
But they didn't think too hard about it. Four streams of psychic force blasted at Ryan again—this time, way stronger. In theory, his clothes should explode, and his skin would feel like it was getting sliced up, leaving him writhing on the ground in agony.
As soon as the psychic force wrapped around Ryan, his clothes started rustling—the collar and sleeves split open. The four lamas sneered, sure they'd finally got him this time.
Bill Wu was watching closely too, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
But just as Ryan showed a hint of weakness, he swung his palm again—every stream of psychic force around him bounced back. In a flash, all four lamas' clothes exploded, and they looked like they'd been hacked up by a dozen knives, blood pouring everywhere.
"What—how is this possible? To rebound psychic force like that... At your age, how could you have such deep inner strength?" Living Buddha Sangji was stunned. As a Tibetan-Buddhist psychic master, his martial arts were already at the advanced innate level, but even he couldn't just wave his hand and bounce back psychic force.
"Master really is a top-tier expert! These Qinghai bumpkins have no clue—my master is basically a Da Luo immortal come down to earth! Sangji, if you know what's good for you, get on your knees and worship the true Buddha!" Warren Yuan shouted instantly.
Harvey "Million" Jin couldn't hold back either, yelling, "Sangji, you bandit in a robe—kneel down and repent while you still can! Against Master Yuan, even with nine lives you're dead meat. He's a god, you're just a Qinghai lapdog!"
"Outrageous! Outrageous!" Sangji exploded, his innate qi surging—this power, combined with psychic force, made the tables, chairs, and even plaster on the walls burst apart.
Obviously, Sangji's psychic force was way stronger than the lamas'.
Some people in the crowd, fired up by Warren and Harvey's shouting, almost wanted to chime in. But seeing this, they all shut up.
To them, Ryan was impressive, but compared to Sangji, he still seemed a bit outmatched.
"Living Buddha Sangji, kill him! The kid's got some tricks, but with your strength you could crush him in seconds!" Bill Wu, seeing Sangji's violent display, egged him on.
Sangji didn't reply, but his cold smile showed he agreed. Without a moment's hesitation, he charged at Ryan, innate power driving his psychic force. The floor cracked beneath his feet, and bizarrely, bits of debris floated around him—proof that Sangji's innate power was pure and refined to the extreme.
"Impressive—no wonder he's one of Qinghai's top masters. Someone like that must be recruited at any cost. With his help, forget Peachvale, soon the whole region will answer to me!" Greg Rory laughed with satisfaction, more convinced than ever of his plan.
"Die!" Sangji roared, slamming a powerful palm at Ryan's head—this strike was at least ten times stronger than the one that hit Frank Qin earlier.
Most people couldn't even watch, dodging to the sides in case brain matter splattered everywhere.
But right then—just inches from Ryan's head—Sangji suddenly froze. It was like he'd hit some kind of invisible force; no matter what, his iron palm couldn't strike down.
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Bill Wu, thinking Sangji was hesitating, couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "Living Buddha Sangji, why go easy on someone like him? Even if the Buddha himself showed up, he'd smash this guy! Just kill him already!"
Right now, Sangji's face was red and his palm was sweating. He wanted to strike more than anyone, but to his shock, he couldn't even pull his hand back—it felt like his right hand was locked in place.
Many in the crowd started to catch on—something weird was happening. It looked like Sangji, who'd had the upper hand, was now totally under Ryan's control.
"What... what kind of sorcery did you use?" Sangji was genuinely rattled. He'd sparred with hundreds of top masters in Qinghai and Tibet, but never faced anything like this.