Legend Management Bureau Chapter 351

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Before leaving, White Impermanence glanced at Mahakasyapa and said, “Brother, if you want to bully a True Immortal, you might have picked the wrong opponent. This guy…” He jerked his thumb toward Black Impermanence. “…is no different from a mad dog. You better be careful.”

“Hehehe! This humble monk knows!” Mahakasyapa looked incredibly excited. He continuously scratched at the scars on his body and said, “I want to see how many more scars this humble monk can add after a battle with the Hell God of Carnage.”

White Impermanence nodded silently. He looked back at Black Impermanence one last time, said nothing more, and transformed into a streak of white light before flying away.

Seeing only Black Impermanence remaining before him, Mahakasyapa’s interest grew even further. “Please enlighten me! Please enlighten me, hehehe!”

“Please.”

As soon as Black Impermanence finished speaking, Mahakasyapa appeared right before his eyes, moving at a speed impossible to follow.

His hands transformed into sharp claws, thrusting rapidly toward Black Impermanence’s chest. Black Impermanence took a step back with his right foot, turning his body sideways to dodge the strike.

Having closed the distance, Mahakasyapa held nothing back. He unleashed a furious flurry of claw strikes, each one faster than the last.

After dodging a few times, Black Impermanence began parrying the attacks with his Soul-Hooking Chain.

Black Impermanence paused and took a step back, his expression entirely stoic.

Seeing that he had gained the upper hand, Mahakasyapa did not press the assault, similarly taking a step back.

“Hehehe, thanks for letting me win…” Mahakasyapa cupped his hands in a polite gesture.

Black Impermanence simply let out a faint sigh and said, “Such incredible speed, yet lacking any real destructive power. Had I known, I wouldn’t have bothered dodging.”

With that, he grabbed his torn clothes and, with a sharp rip, tore the garment off completely, revealing his lean and muscular upper body.

Mahakasyapa furrowed his brows. He was shocked to see that Black Impermanence’s body was just like his own, covered in countless scars.

It was as if he had never dodged a single attack since ancient times, taking every blow head-on with that seemingly ordinary physique.

“I say, Maha…” Black Impermanence tried to call out the other party’s name, but found it too much of a tongue-twister to even remember.

“Mahakasyapa,” the monk reminded him.

“Right.” Black Impermanence nodded. “I didn’t notice it earlier, but you’re just like me. You don’t feel pain at all, do you.”

“Hmm?” Mahakasyapa paused in surprise. “How did you know?”

Just as he spoke, he felt a sticky wetness on his chest. Looking down, he discovered a massive gash sliced across his own chest, slowly oozing fresh blood.

“You…?” Mahakasyapa touched his wound in disbelief, completely unaware of when Black Impermanence had cut him.

“I say, monk, you underestimate me far too much.” Black Impermanence raised his Soul-Hooking Chain and glanced at the Sickle attached to the end. Sure enough, a single drop of blood rested on the blade. “If you don’t show your true skills now, I’m afraid you’ll be the first to perish.”

Mahakasyapa’s playful grin receded significantly. For the first time, he felt his pores constrict in genuine tension.

Even though the opponent’s cultivation realm was clearly lower than his own, that oppressive aura could not be underestimated. Black Impermanence was noticeably different from other Immortal Beings; his entire cultivation had been forged through real, bloody combat.

He was definitely no greenhouse flower from Heaven.

In just their first clash, both of them had actually walked away injured.

“As expected… You truly are the strongest beneath the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.” Mahakasyapa reached out and grasped the empty air, summoning a pitch-black staff into his hand. “Since that’s the case, I will show you true Ultimate Darkness.”

With that, he swung his staff and pressed step-by-step toward Black Impermanence. As the saying goes, ‘an inch longer is an inch stronger.’ With an increased attack range, Mahakasyapa was now even more dangerous than before.

Black Impermanence casually dodged a few times before quickly making a decision.

When Mahakasyapa launched his next strike, Black Impermanence did not retreat. Instead, he advanced, stepping forward to catch the staff with his own shoulder. It was unknown what spell was attached to the weapon, but upon landing on Black Impermanence’s shoulder, it began spinning like a power drill, instantly sending blood and flesh flying.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Black Impermanence seized the opportunity to grab the staff. He yanked it forcefully, pulling Mahakasyapa right in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Black Impermanence swung the Sickle of his Soul-Hooking Chain three consecutive times across the monk’s chest. Every strike landed perfectly, cutting deeply into his flesh.

Mahakasyapa wailed in agony and hurriedly retreated.

In their second exchange, both sides were injured once again.

Black Impermanence looked at Mahakasyapa with great interest and asked, “How fascinating. After getting hurt… why did you scream?”

Mahakasyapa was somewhat bewildered. In that split second, he had indeed felt a heart-wrenching pain.

“You supposedly can’t feel pain, yet you let out a miserable shriek. Isn’t that interesting?” Black Impermanence’s expression turned cold, as if he had seen right through the strange monk before him.

Mahakasyapa carefully inspected his chest. He had clearly just taken three slashes from Black Impermanence, yet there were no extra wounds on his body. Upon closer inspection, he realized that his very first wound had simply deepened significantly.

In that instant, Mahakasyapa realized something…

“You… you repeatedly attacked this humble monk’s wound?”

Black Impermanence gave a cold smirk and said, “Just as I thought. It’s not that you don’t have a sense of pain; it’s just that those thick scars prevent you from feeling it.”

“So what?!” Mahakasyapa snapped back angrily. “Whether it’s someone like you who was born without pain, or someone like me who acquired it through training… in the eyes of others, we are both monsters!”

“True.” Black Impermanence nodded. “We are both monsters, but this time, you’re going to lose.”

“Shameless boasting!” Mahakasyapa sneered. “Your injuries are far heavier than mine, yet you claim you’re going to win?”

Black Impermanence said nothing more and leaped forward.

Like a conditioned reflex, Mahakasyapa thrust his staff toward him. This time, Black Impermanence didn’t even attempt to dodge, allowing the staff to impale his lower abdomen. Without missing a beat, he brought his Sickle down from above, hacking deeply into Mahakasyapa’s original wound once again.

“Ah!!” Mahakasyapa shrieked again as Black Impermanence knocked him straight to the ground. He then scrambled back several steps in a panicked crawl.

Black Impermanence slowly pulled the opponent’s weapon out of his own abdomen and tossed it aside.

“Monk, of all the mistakes you could make, the worst was letting yourself forget the taste of pain.” Black Impermanence stated as he steadily stepped forward. “Now, you have a fatal flaw: the fear of remembering pain. You are different from someone like me, who has never known what fear is. You are merely deceiving yourself. Now that you are trembling in dread, how can you possibly fight me?”

Black Impermanence raised his Soul-Hooking Chain, startling Mahakasyapa into retreating several more steps.

“You see.” Black Impermanence sneered. “You are afraid.”