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Chapter 906 How the Perfect Bio-Soldier is Forged

Western religions excel at defensive formations, and once formed, they often achieve victories against overwhelming odds and the weak against the strong.

However, this also has a prerequisite: the difference in strength cannot be too great. If the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple formed a staff formation and tried to withstand the charge of tens of thousands of Iron Pagodas, even if it was a film or television work, the audience would criticize the director for being crazy.

The battle on the walls of Lingjiu Temple was even more extreme in terms of the disparity in strength, equivalent to the Eighteen Arhats forming a staff formation to withstand the siege of hundreds or even thousands of sweeping monks.

Just as Venerable Sariputra was about to spend hundreds of moves to barely kill a demonic mosquito, the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation of the Arhat Sangha of Lingjiu Temple finally reached its limit of pressure. The Arhats who formed the formation could no longer maintain its operation, and the great formation shattered with a crash.

The moment the great formation shattered, the Arhats were pounced on by the demonic insects and trampled to the ground as if they were being trampled by a herd of frightened elephants. In an instant, all of them were twisted in pain as they were pinned to the ground and beaten.

The indestructible body of an Arhat is incredibly powerful. Even elite demonic mosquitoes, whose physical bodies have reached the level of perfect living beings, would find it difficult to break through the indestructible body and kill an Arhat in a short time.

However, the sheer number of mosquitoes was overwhelming, and their techniques had reached a state of perfection through iteration, making beating up a group of Arhats seem like a Sanda champion beating up a cerebral palsy patient.

The Arhats, powerless to fight back, became golden sandbags, enduring dense and fierce blows every second, and cracks quickly spread across their golden bodies.

Because the gap in martial arts realms widened so much in a short period of time, the scene of each Arhat being ganged up on by elite demonic mosquitoes was like a brute with no martial arts foundation rushing into a fighting training hall to rob it, only to be used as practice by the eager martial arts students.

The indestructible golden bodies that the Arhats were so proud of only prolonged their suffering. Their golden bodies crumbled inch by inch under the relentless barrage of blows until they were shattered to pieces.

At the beginning of the war, the demonic mosquitoes quickly suffered casualties, and it was not until now that the first of the temple's guardian arhats to die with his golden body shattered has appeared.

But inevitably, the second Arhat couldn't withstand the pressure and his golden body shattered, and the third, the fourth...

After the balance of power began to reverse, the battle deteriorated so quickly that it was impossible to keep up. Venerable Sariputra was still fighting a fierce battle with a demonic mosquito when he suddenly realized that there were no other living monks around him.

He was surrounded by a swarm of demonic mosquitoes. The mosquitoes, in a very virtuous manner, surrounded him but did not kill him, deliberately giving him and the mosquitoes he was fighting a fair one-on-one contest.

This is one of the combat strategies that the elite mosquitoes have been programmed into their genes. When the situation is under control, they are not in a hurry to kill the strongest warrior of the opposing camp. Instead, they treat him as an experience point and feed him more elite mosquitoes until, in a one-on-one situation, all their potential is exhausted and they perish together with that elite mosquito.

In this way, the martial arts experience of the entire mosquito swarm can reach the level of the opponent's strongest warrior.

Imagine a battle between the army of demonic mosquitoes and the old version's 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals. Nezha, the strongest among the heavenly soldiers and generals, keeps killing the demonic mosquitoes, and soon all the demonic mosquitoes will reach Nezha's martial arts level.

Even if Yang Jian were brought in at this point, even if his martial arts were far superior to Nezha's, after killing dozens of demonic mosquitoes at Nezha's level, he would still face an army of hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of demonic mosquitoes whose martial arts level was nearly equal to his.

Ip Man is a fighter, capable of taking on ten people at once, but can he fight ten Ip Mans?

The elite mosquito army, equipped with a swarm synchronization mechanism, possesses perfectly matched software and hardware configurations, making them the complete ultimate bio-warriors. Venerable Sariputra grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed. The mosquitoes he was currently fighting were only slightly weaker, and a quick victory was impossible. He was also surrounded by countless mosquitoes, and any further delay would surely lead to his death.

He believed that although it looked the same, the demonic mosquito he was fighting was probably the strongest martial artist in the demonic mosquito army, a general or marshal-like figure. If he continued to entangle with it, he would not only sacrifice his life in vain, but also jeopardize the important task of guarding Lingjiu Temple.

The only course of action now is to avoid the main problem and get out of the fight, to rush to the core of the protective array in Lingjiu Cave, to help my junior brother, Venerable Upali, activate the array and ask Lingshan for help.

Buddhist power condensed on the vajra, and with a sudden burst of golden light, the vajra in his hand transformed into a golden meteor, shooting out with immense force and forcing back the demonic mosquito that was fighting against him.

Venerable Sariputra immediately tore off the rosary hanging around his neck, infused it with his magical power, and scattered it across the sky. One hundred and eight rosary beads shot towards the demonic mosquitoes surrounding him in all directions.

In Venerable Sariputra's plan, the first move would force back the strongest demonic mosquito, and the second move would disrupt the formation of the swarm of demonic mosquitoes surrounding him. Golden light would flash beneath his feet, lotus flowers would bloom, and his divine speed would be activated, allowing him to escape from this battlefield.

However, before he could even take flight, he was horrified to find that multiple insect claws had already pressed down on his shoulders and bald head, forcibly interrupting his half-activated Divine Foot Technique and pinning him firmly to the spot.

The Vajra Pestle's killing move was incredibly powerful. The demonic mosquito fighting against him couldn't dodge in time and was pierced through the heart and died. However, the 108 prayer beads that flew in all directions were easily caught by the swarm of demonic mosquitoes surrounding him without a single one falling to the ground!

These two moves were both exquisite Buddhist martial arts. The demon mosquito that had fought him for over a hundred rounds and whose martial arts level was strangely high couldn't withstand them and was killed by the Demon-Subduing Pestle with a single blow. The hundreds of demon mosquitoes watching the show, on the other hand, easily took the blows.

As Venerable Sariputra was stunned, a terrifying thought surged into his mind: Could it be that the martial arts level of the demonic mosquitoes surrounding him was higher than that of the demonic mosquito he finally killed?

He was the Buddha's chief disciple. There were only 108 Arhats, Venerables, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas in the Buddhist martial arts realm who were at a higher level than him or of similar level.

With a single scattering of his prayer beads, he randomly dispatched 108 skilled demonic mosquitoes from the swarm, each capable of withstanding his killing blow, directly reaching the maximum number of powerful Buddhist martial arts practitioners.

The army of mosquitoes is teeming with powerful beings.
In the previous attacks, weren't they all mindless beasts with only brute force, hard shells, and sharp claws and teeth?

An Arhat can easily kill a hundred heads, and an ordinary believer who has been blessed by the power of Vajrabhairava can kill one or two heads one-on-one.

How come in just a few years, all of the Mosquitoes have mastered such unparalleled martial arts?
The shock and confusion lasted only a short moment. The next moment, Venerable Sariputra, who had lost his value in gaining experience, was surrounded and beaten by dozens of demonic mosquitoes of similar martial arts level to him, and was kicked to the ground.

Two fists can't beat four hands; even a novice can be defeated by a flurry of punches. Moreover, the ones ganging up on the Venerable One were martial arts masters of similar skill level, like the Demon Mosquito. In this situation, martial arts realm or exquisite moves are meaningless.

Venerable Sariputra was like an ordinary person being beaten up by thugs; he could only cover his head, curl up into a ball, and roll on the ground, enduring the rain of punches and kicks.

(End of this chapter)