Chapter 170 4.30 Bakambusi vs Shabile

The first person to walk out of the formation was a Brahman monk with dark brown skin and black eyes wearing a cashmere robe.

This ancient belief originated from India and later evolved into a class independently. Even in the 21st century, the three words "Brahman" are the surnames with the highest social status among the four castes in Maoyin. They have many rights such as preaching, sacrifice and imparting knowledge. In society, they have many privileges such as exemption from taxes, military service, death penalty, and even exemption from any type of physical punishment.

And all this started with the rise of Brahmanism in 2700.

In 2000 BC, Brahmanism appeared on the land of ancient India. This mysterious sect believes in three ancient gods: Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva. Even in the 21st century 4000 years later, no one can tell whether these three gods are humans like the two emperors Yan and Huang, or foreign gods who fell to the earth from space, or old rulers like Leviathan.

The warrior monk is a sequence path contributed by "Vishnu", who is responsible for "life and protection" among the three Brahman gods.

The warrior monk who entered at this time was named "Shabile Mohammed". He is the chosen one under the "Vajra Path" and has now cultivated to Sequence 5: Silver Buddha.

"Miss, please wait here for a while, I will be back soon." After saying this, Shabile took off his thick cashmere robes, picked up a heavy vajra beside him and walked to the center of the venue.

He is the personal guard invited by Duke Letty from Paris. Although the fighting ability of the Brahman warrior monks may not be much better than that of the Viking warriors, they are full of Buddhist scriptures and their gestures are very exotic. In the city of Paris where the wind of exaggeration prevails, they are very popular.

The opposite Bakan Bushi came to the formation in surprise.

He has been fighting against Vikings and Mongolian cavalry all his life. He has never seen such a weirdo who exposes his chest and fights with a strange metal stick.

Especially the calmness this person showed when facing him, which made him feel a faint excitement of meeting a master.

"The Buddha said that everything in the world is empty, and only emptiness can contain everything. The donor committed the most serious crime of killing. If you unfortunately die under the stick of this little monk, I hope that you can devote yourself to Buddha when you fall into hell."

Standing calmly in place, the cold wind mixed with fine snow hit his chest, which would not melt but hang on his body. Shabulie reached out and carefully picked up the snowflakes, and put them on the ground as gently as if protecting a delicate flower.

"Black Claw, come back"

When Bakambusi's huge black bear wanted to step forward, he ruthlessly called him back.

"Such an interesting enemy, I'm afraid you don't need to appear. I will go to meet him in person"

"I really want to see where his unfounded confidence comes from!"

After both of them entered the battle, more than 15,000 Slavic slaves surrounded the duel field with a radius of only 100 meters. Bakambusi and Shabulie were on both sides of the ground. In the middle, on one side was Oleg from the Slavic army, and on the other side was Leti, who was still riding on the back of a yak.

"If I lose the duel, we will withdraw and will not attack Frost Ridge this autumn." Oleg looked into Leti's eyes and said calmly.

"If we lose the duel, I will take out all the gold and silver in the city, and my subordinates will no longer resist and let you do whatever you want!" The duel was Leti's desperate fight. The serious shortage of troops meant that he had no other good way, so he could only resort to this last resort.

With three simultaneous palm strikes from the two, the duel between Bakambusi and Shabulie officially began.

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"As swift as a tiger and as light as a crane, this is the way of fighting for a monk!" After the battle began, Shabulie put the demon-subduing pestle in place, jumped up, and swooped down at Bakambusi like a flying bird. A dazzling fire rose from his feet, and the dazzling ripples quickly spread to his whole body, as if the whole person was shrouded in a layer of burning spiritual energy.

"The Buddha said that nothingness is like water, and it is like water without form!" He almost turned into a group of fire shadows and rushed to the front of the Slavic king in an instant.

When Bakambusi raised his thick fists to block, Shabulie's figure suddenly disappeared in front of him, and the next second, he appeared behind him like a wisp of green smoke.

Gently lifting his knees, the powerful monk used the speed of a ghost to hit Bakambusi's lower back heavily. Under the huge impact, the Slavic strong man couldn't help but stagger forward two steps.

Shabulie's offensive obviously hasn't stopped.

"Put water into a cup, and then it will become a cup shape. Put water into a pot, and it will become a pot shape, like gurgling water, like a trickling stream, like the blue sea and blue sky, and also like a flood and beast!"

Shabulie's figure could no longer be seen around Bakambusi. In a ball of fire, fist shadows fell on him. This invisible attack seemed to come from all directions around him. At first, Bakambusi tried to raise his hands to block, but after several parries, he found that he seemed to be completely unable to keep up with the swift pace of the Brahman monk.

He could only put down his hands and resist with his body.

In just a few minutes, Shabulie threw dozens of punches. He knew that in order to defeat a strong man like Bakambusi, he had to use the airtight "Wind-cutting Fist" to break his defense and expose his body.

But Bakambusi's response was obviously beyond his understanding. When a person stands in place with his whole body wide open, his whole body is full of flaws.

Full of flaws = no flaws in the whole body.

For a moment, he was panicking for no reason. He could only rely on continuing to recite Buddhist scriptures to maintain his calm state of mind.

"A thousand lamps are not as good as one heart lamp. When fate comes and fate ends, I will understand the illusion. My Buddha asked me to save my life, so let me..."

The solemn Buddhist scriptures came to an abrupt end.

Because Bakambusi made a move.

His moves were extremely simple, without long lyrics or fancy steps. He just saw the right time and stretched out his big hand like a bear and gently grabbed forward.

Shabulie's not-so-strong neck was immediately caught in his palm.

No matter what era, "close combat" is a bloody business on the edge of a knife, and all assassins will prepare one or two escape skills in case they are caught. However, for the chosen ones under the "Vajra Path", they do not have any escape skills.

Because the power given to them by the angry Vajra is a body as hard as steel.

Shabulie's "Vajra Path" has been upgraded to Sequence Five "Silver Buddha". At this level, his body was strong enough to resist most close-range sword attacks. Ordinary steel knives would only make a buzzing sound when they hit his body, but they could not penetrate his skin or flesh.

At this time, his neck was held in Bakambusi's hand. He immediately used all his spiritual energy to cover his skin, and at the same time, he clenched his fists and hit his elbow joints with force.

Unfortunately, his attack never came out again. As Bakambusi's fingertips exerted force lightly, Shabulie immediately felt an irresistible force! He struggled desperately for just a few seconds, and with the sound of crackling bones, his head was completely separated from his body.

Bakambusi easily killed this powerful monk like a chicken.