Legend Management Bureau Chapter 355

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Ootengu ignored Black Impermanence’s attitude, grabbing his arm and hauling him straight to the ground.

Only after dragging him down did he realize that the man before him was truly exhausted.

He truly hadn’t expected the man to fight him to a standstill while pushing such a battered body to its limits. Barring any surprises, he himself would have been defeated in just a few more exchanges.

“Don’t be so meddlesome. Let me go,” Black Impermanence shouted coldly.

“You’re just being disobedient!” Shiranui Asuka pulled a paper fan out of thin air and smacked it hard against Black Impermanence’s backside.

With a crisp “Smack,” the surrounding atmosphere became incredibly awkward.

Asuka’s action gave Black Impermanence a huge fright, and his entire body instantly stiffened.

“You…” The stern-faced man turned his head, staring at Asuka in utter disbelief. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I told you! Bandages!” Asuka deftly picked up the bandages, applied herbal medicine to them, slapped them directly onto Black Impermanence, and then carefully wrapped him up, layer by layer.

“Senior Black Impermanence truly lives up to his reputation as a famous warrior of China. Whenever I’ve bandaged others before, these herbs would make them scream in agony,” Shiranui Asuka said as she secured the bandages.

“Is that so?” Black Impermanence replied coldly. “I’d actually like to know what pain feels like.”

After securing the bandages, Shiranui Asuka pulled out a pair of pure white gloves, slipped them on, and began casting a healing spell on Black Impermanence.

Black Impermanence just stared at her blankly, appearing somewhat at a loss for what to do.

After a short while, Asuka let out a deep breath and declared, “All done!”

Black Impermanence stretched out his palm, examined it, and then clenched his fist. He indeed had much more strength than before.

“Although you were a bit reckless, thank you regardless,” Black Impermanence said. “I will find a way to repay this favor.”

Shiranui Asuka began packing up her small bundle and said without even looking up, “Senior Black Impermanence, there’s no need to be so polite. You are Senior Du Yu’s good friend, which makes you my good friend, too.”

Black Impermanence didn’t say anything more. He nodded, gave another nod to Ootengu and A Can, and then soared away.

‘What a weirdo…’ Ootengu sighed inwardly. ‘Fortunately, he was heavily injured. Otherwise, I’d be dead by now.’

“I almost forgot, there’s still you!” Asuka pulled out the bandages she had just put away.

“Me?” Ootengu paused in surprise. “Little Xiang, I don’t need them.”

“Disobedient? I’ll spank your bottom!”

…

The western side of the Battlefield.

A youth with dreadlocks and a red face mask was looking at the monk before him in confusion.

After staring for a long time, he murmured a question, “How strange. Are you blind?”

The monk in front of him had his eyes tightly shut. He hadn’t opened them once since they began trading blows.

He pressed his palms together and murmured, “Blind? No, my name is Anuruddha, the First Divine Eye under Mahakala.”

“First Divine Eye?” The youth raised an eyebrow. “You obviously can’t see, yet you call yourself the First Divine Eye?”

“Third Prince Nezha, although this poor monk cannot see your exterior, I can see right through your heart,” Anuruddha said slowly. “My eyes are not beneath my brows, but within my heart.”

Hearing this, Nezha nodded. “Interesting. I know a guy whose eye isn’t beneath his brows either, but right on his forehead. You should spar with him.”

Anuruddha smiled faintly and said, “Third Prince Nezha, I have long heard that you can spew the True Samadhi Fire from your mouth to fend off enemies. I wonder if you could demonstrate it for this poor monk?”

Nezha shot Anuruddha a puzzled look. “Even if I can cast it, would you be able to see it?”

“No matter, no matter,” Anuruddha said politely. “Third Prince, please cast it freely. This poor monk will bear all the consequences.”

“Hmph.” Nezha snorted coldly. Casting aside all courtesy, he pulled down his mask, opened his mouth, and unleashed a torrent of flames.

The True Samadhi Fire did not look like ordinary fire; instead, it slid forward quietly and stickily like magma, leaving a terrifying heat in its wake.

Anuruddha tilted his ear to listen and frowned slightly. “Truly the sovereign of all flames.”

To Nezha’s surprise, the monk did not even try to dodge, allowing the flames to crawl right onto his body.

Startled, Nezha instantly shut his mouth, and the spewing tongue of fire came to an abrupt halt.

Only afterward did he realize his mistake—the other party was clearly an enemy, so he shouldn’t have held back.

The scorching flames burned fiercely on the monk’s shoulder, sending up a thick plume of black smoke.

The greatest difference between the True Samadhi Fire and ordinary fire was that it could not be extinguished by normal means.

The monk turned his head toward his burning shoulder without any expression, then tilted his face to listen with his ear.

“Uh…” Nezha looked at the monk somewhat sheepishly. “Hey, are you alright?”

The monk shook his head and asked, “Nezha, as an incarnation of a lotus root, you can spew the True Samadhi Fire. Isn’t that very strange?”

“What’s so strange about that?” Nezha asked. “The lotus root is ‘Wood’, and ‘Wood’ can give rise to ‘Fire’.”

After listening to Nezha’s explanation with a tilted ear, the monk couldn’t help but nod. “That is true. Thus, you are able to unleash the purest flames in the world, as you yourself are ‘Wood’.”

Nezha hadn’t expected the monk to suddenly praise him, and he instantly felt a bit flustered.

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

The monk pressed his palms together and softly chanted Buddhist sutras.

He looked completely composed, yet the sticky clump of fire was still burning on his shoulder, eating into his very bones.

The flesh on the monk’s body had severely reddened and cracked, and the stench of burnt meat permeated the air.

In the blink of an eye, the True Samadhi Fire on his shoulder shrank rapidly, and before long, it burrowed right into the monk’s flesh.

Nezha let out a gasp of surprise; his True Samadhi Fire had actually been put out.

All that remained on the monk’s shoulder was a large patch of charred, black flesh oozing blood, with not a trace of the True Samadhi Fire to be seen.

A moment later, the monk slowly opened his eyes, and flames blazed within them.

“Whoa.” Nezha paused in surprise. “Brother, what kind of contact lenses are you wearing? Very trendy…”

“Third Prince Nezha.” When Anuruddha opened his mouth, a thick breath of fire surprisingly spewed out. “You use your own ‘Wood’ to catalyze the flames in pursuit of ultimate destructive power. I can understand that. But you have never considered how much damage it would cause you if your enemy could also wield the True Samadhi Fire.”

“You…” Nezha narrowed his eyes as he looked into the monk’s eyes. The substance blazing within them was clearly the True Samadhi Fire.

Before he could speak, the burn on the monk’s shoulder began to heal at a visible rate.