Hit?
Liang Jing found it hard to believe. He was certain that in that blinding light, Wang Ming had used the Buddhist ultimate skill, the Golden Cicada Pupil.
No!
Liang Jing instinctively raised his arm to protect his chest. The moment he did, the surrounding scene shifted rapidly. Wang Ming, with his Great Vajra Palm condensed in his hand, had appeared before him and was striking at him.
Wang Ming's Great Vajra Palm landed squarely on Liang Jing's arm.
Liang Jing felt a surge of immense force, sending him staggering backward. The sharp pain in his arm made him instinctively clutch it.
Seeing that Liang Jing had seen through his Golden Cicada Pupil, Wang Ming was slightly surprised. "Have you deciphered the illusion of the Golden Cicada Pupil? No, you were indeed caught in the illusion of the Golden Cicada Pupil just now. That move of raising your arm to protect your chest must have been a fluke."
Although Liang Jing remained silent, his expression indicated that Wang Ming had guessed it more or less correctly.
Just as Wang Ming had surmised, Liang Jing's instinctive action to guard his chest was indeed a reflex.
It could indeed be called a fluke.
Although Liang Jing had never fought Wang Ming before, he had heard of the Golden Cicada Pupil, one of the Five Buddhist Absolutes.
When he thought he had hit Wang Ming earlier, Liang Jing felt a sense of unreality.
If this were truly an illusion, Wang Ming's next move would likely be to use the Great Vajra Palm to end the fight.
The Great Vajra Palm was immensely powerful. If it struck his head, he would either die or suffer a concussion. Therefore, Wang Ming's palm was likely aimed at his chest, intending to incapacitate him.
It was precisely this premonition that allowed Liang Jing to block Wang Ming's attack.
Wang Ming looked at Liang Jing clutching his arm and grinned sinisterly. "Benefactor Liang, your arm is injured. Do you still intend to continue fighting?"
Liang Jing knew in his heart that his strength was comparable to Wang Ming's. If either of them suffered an injury, it would be difficult to defeat the other.
But he was unwilling to give up. It was rare to spar with a prodigy of the younger generation. If he conceded now, he would feel unfulfilled.
Liang Jing forced a smile. "Although I know it's unlikely to defeat Brother Wang now, I am unwilling to give up without trying."
Liang Jing's intention was clear. Wang Ming said nothing more, instead condensing his Great Vajra Palm and striking towards Liang Jing.
Wang Ming understood Liang Jing's feelings. If one gave up after taking a single blow, what would be the point of the Fengtian Grand Assembly? If it were him, he would also fight to the end.
On the viewing platform, Yu Daohan's expression grew solemn as he watched the exchange below.
If it were him, could he dodge the Golden Cicada Pupil?
This Liang Jing was not only skilled but also possessed a depth of character that was unfathomable.
Among the younger generation, Liang Jing was second to none, including himself!
Wang Ming condensed the Great Vajra Palm and struck squarely towards Liang Jing's chest.
Just as Wang Ming was half a meter away from Liang Jing, a faint golden light suddenly appeared beneath his feet.
Wang Ming's forward momentum halted abruptly. He looked down at his feet, a hint of surprise in his heart.
There was a Immobilization Talisman here.
The talisman was covered by the dust on the ground, making it difficult to spot without careful observation.
Wang Ming's expression changed slightly. When had Liang Jing set up an Immobilization Talisman here? He hadn't even noticed.
Liang Jing gave Wang Ming no time to ponder. He condensed his Five Thunder Palm and struck towards Wang Ming.
After his initial surprise, Wang Ming chuckled. He stomped on the ground, and the Golden Bell Shield reappeared.
For anyone else, being immobilized by the Immobilization Talisman would mean defeat.
However, in the face of absolute strength, all techniques were futile.
Liang Jing's Five Thunder Palm struck the condensing ancient bell with a piercing roar.
Liang Jing cursed inwardly.
These Buddhist defensive spells were truly monstrous. If not for this Golden Bell Shield, he would have definitely won.
Seeing that his Five Thunder Palm could not break the Golden Bell Shield, Liang Jing retreated, pulling out a stack of yellow talismans from his pocket and tossing them into the air. He then formed hand seals, preparing to use the Myriad Swords Return, when Wang Ming suddenly withdrew the Golden Bell Shield, clasped his hands together, and exerted force, letting out a low cry: "Myriad Buddhas Paying Homage!"
As Wang Ming uttered these words, golden light flashed behind him, and a phantom image of a Buddha majestically appeared.
"The foremost Buddhist ultimate skill, Myriad Buddhas Paying Homage!?"
Seeing this, Liang Jing retreated repeatedly. He pulled out another stack of yellow talismans and threw them into the air. Combined with the previous talismans, over a hundred golden light short swords floated behind Liang Jing.
Wang Ming shook his head, a sinister smile on his face. "No, you cannot withstand this move!"
As he spoke, Wang Ming raised one hand, and the phantom image of the Buddha behind him followed suit.
Liang Jing was unfazed. He waved his hand, and over a hundred golden light short swords pierced towards Wang Ming.
The moment the Buddha's phantom hand met the hundred golden light short swords, a powerful energy wave surged towards the audience stands.
Everyone was forced to close their eyes by the blinding energy.
On the martial stage, both Wang Ming and Liang Jing were pushed back by the powerful energy.
When everyone opened their eyes, they saw Liang Jing charge towards Wang Ming with a swift movement, his palm condensed with the Five Thunder Palm, striking towards Wang Ming's chest.
This was Liang Jing's limit. If he couldn't take down Wang Ming with this palm strike, he would have no strength left to use any more techniques.
It was a do-or-die moment!