My brother is so cunning

Chapter 944 There are countless others that are even more powerful than it.

Many years later, in a so-called sacred place of martial arts in the mortal world, among the seventy-two unique skills of a certain temple, there was the unique skill of "Finger Talisman".

However, this "flower-plucking finger" is not the same as the other "flower-plucking finger." It is merely a superficial move from the Arhat Subduing Demon Fist, and its power is vastly different.

The finger-force blades unleashed by Venerable Kasyapa were more penetrating than the top-grade flying swords released by the Immortal Sword, and were invisible and colorless, as gentle as a breeze.

During the battle at Lingjiu Cave, he used this move to kill several demonic mosquitoes. However, at first, he could kill them instantly with each strike, but later, the demonic mosquitoes that came after him dodged the attack and avoided the finger strikes aimed at vital points. Relying on their strong regenerative ability and thick skin, they could no longer cause any casualties.

Compared to the weakened version of the Flower-Picking Finger, Kasyapa's Flower-Picking Finger unleashed a full hundred finger gusts, each like an invisible flying sword, shooting towards the tall metal puppet's eyes, throat, joints, heart, and groin, covering almost all suspected vital points and weaknesses.

When the ultimate technique was unleashed, Venerable Kasyapa thought he would surely succeed, but he was shocked to find that the burly metal puppet was incredibly flexible, twisting its body in an unbelievable way and dodging all one hundred invisible energy blades he had unleashed by the slightest margin.

This was the second opponent that Venerable Kasyapa was able to dodge after he had perfected the Arhat Subduing Demon Fist.

The previous one was the elite demonic mosquito from the Battle of Lingjiu Mountain.

Even the mosquitoes that could dodge his special techniques only managed to avoid dozens of shots aimed at vital points; many more had to withstand the damage with their bare hands.

The metal puppet's dodging movements were even more skillful than the demonic mosquito's, as if it had practiced countless times and was now proficient. Not a single one of the hundred invisible energy blades hit its mark.

The plan was to have Venerable Kasyapa find several martial monks with profound martial arts skills from Mount Ling, to practice a routine together, and to tell them in advance where the hundred energy blades would be shot. After practicing together for a long time, even the opponent could not dodge them so cleanly and neatly.

When his attack missed, Venerable Kasyapa was greatly shaken. Once again, the metal puppet, with its incredibly keen eye for opportunities, seized an opening and moved like a ghost, its body shimmering with a hazy golden light.

The metal puppet already possessed supernatural speed, and with the enhancement of this move, it exceeded the limits of Venerable Kasyapa's visual perception, leaving him surrounded by a vast expanse of golden mist.

The puppet passed by at incredible speed, its hand suddenly striking out—a seemingly casual blow, yet containing the power to shatter all illusions.

This palm strike landed squarely on Venerable Kasyapa's vital heart, a surge of power directly hitting his mind. His martial will surged into Kasyapa's sea of ​​consciousness, striking the wisp of illusory inner demon in his heart, causing a critical blow on both the spiritual and physical levels.

Venerable Kasyapa's golden body shattered into countless fragments, his figure plummeting backward and crashing heavily into the protective shield of the arena. The immense impact shattered the shield, and his body continued to fall, smashing a towering jade pillar behind him until it exploded. He barely managed to stop his momentum, rolling more than a dozen times on the golden brick floor of the Lingxiao Palace before coming to a halt.

"Sir!"

"Brother!"

"Master!"

The three Western missionaries who had come with him exclaimed in surprise and rushed to Venerable Kasyapa, who looked like he had fallen badly, to check on his condition.

Kasyapa quickly jumped up, the crack in his golden body visibly healing itself. He pushed aside the three people who tried to help him and walked back to the arena with a gloomy expression. Back in the arena, facing the metal puppet again, Venerable Kasyapa was about to take his starting stance when Wen Rui stopped him.

"Venerable Kasyapa, do you still want to continue fighting?"

His tone was full of sarcasm, and Kasyapa's bald head bulged with veins, but he suppressed his anger and pretended to be calm, saying, "Why can't this humble monk continue to fight? It only brushed the dust off my monk's robe. I am neither injured nor exhausted, so of course I will continue to fight."

Wen Rui chuckled, not caring about his stubbornness and shamelessness, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency is right. I'm just kindly reminding you that you can switch between the hundred robots I set up at any time. Because I may have tampered with them and secretly arranged the most powerful one for you."

Venerable Kasyapa stared intently at the metal puppet he had just fought, then looked at the neatly arranged square of puppets standing behind Wen Rui, and his belief in victory began to waver.

That metal puppet was randomly selected by him, so it should be no different from the other puppets.

Whether observed with the naked eye or probed with divine sense, it was impossible to discern any difference between these hundred metal puppets.

Wen Rui deliberately said that, making Venerable Kasyapa uncertain whether Wen Rui had hidden a special model among the hundred, and whether the others were not as troublesome as the one they had just fought.

That metal puppet was the strongest martial artist that Venerable Kasyapa had ever fought in his life. You should know that Kasyapa was one of the compilers of Buddhist martial arts. His Kasyapa Flower Plucking Technique, even after thousands of years and countless generations of inheritance, is still one of the top Buddhist techniques.

As someone who compiles teaching materials, he has already transcended the group of martial monks who practice according to Buddhist martial arts manuals; their martial arts realms are simply on different levels.

However, after only two exchanges, Kasyapa was completely outmaneuvered. He was nearly vomited blood after being struck by the metal puppet's palm. What's even more outrageous is that the metal puppet was using the "Arhat Subduing Demon Fist," which he was one of the chief editors of.

If a disciple were defeated by the martial arts he himself created, he could praise him as "surpassing his master." But being defeated by the iron lump created by Wen Rui made Venerable Kasyapa begin to doubt Buddha's existence.

Could this secret method of creation truly allow one to seize the Dao of Heaven for one's own use and understand all the truths of the world?
Buddhist martial arts are secrets that are not passed down, unlike those great scriptures that preach Buddhist principles that can be obtained by spending a little gold dust. So where did Wen Rui get this set of fist techniques?
Is there a traitor on Mount Ling?

Even if there was a traitor, how could Wen Rui, after obtaining this set of boxing techniques and studying it, create a puppet that could still fight better than the person who compiled the boxing techniques?
Not to mention the basic attributes of that metal puppet: strength, agility, speed, reaction, comprehension, and combat reaction are all unparalleled in the world, making it a top-notch all-around warrior.

They're so strong it's almost unreasonable.

The problem now is no longer whether I can dismantle this one machine even if I try my best.

If those hundred units were all of equal combat power to this one, Wen Rui could still manufacture thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of units indefinitely...

The more Venerable Kasyapa thought about it, the heavier his heart became. But with a last glimmer of hope, he gritted his teeth, pointed to another machine in the metal puppet array, and said, "Since Venerable Wen has kindly reminded me, this humble monk might as well try another one."

(End of this chapter)