Chapter 040: The Golden Bowl

The reason Wang Bo could thrive across various worlds, not only surviving but repeatedly earning draws, was mainly due to his good luck.

Not only did he draw Superman's strength, but he also drew Ripple Qigong, which could enhance that strength, and even drew Spartan bloodline, granting him magical power and compensating for Superman's weakness in magic defense.

Of course, more importantly, travelers from various worlds always appeared before him for one reason or another, allowing Wang Bo to earn draw after draw. This time was no exception.

Fahai's appearance this time made Wang Bo wonder if he was a magnet that attracted travelers to him.

But since the other had come, Wang Bo didn't intend to let him go. Holding Xiaoqing with one hand, he reached for Fahai with the other.

Seeing Wang Bo make a move, Fahai instinctively swung his nine-ring tin staff.

His dharma power was formidable; he feared no one. He swung the staff with vigor, the nine rings gently clinking with crisp sounds.

Rings of golden halos radiated outward in all directions.

Xiaoqing's face turned pale, looking terrible.

To ordinary people, the sound was crisp and pleasant, but to her ears, it was like a death knell, shaking her spirit and making her lose control.

Seeing this, Wang Bo had to release Xiaoqing, sending her to a safe distance, then slapped Fahai's staff.

At first, Fahai was somewhat reluctant. His staff was very heavy, and with dharma power driving it, it carried a tremendous force of a thousand jun, fierce and deadly. An ordinary demon hit by it would lose half its life.

Even powerful demons with high cultivation wouldn't dare take his staff lightly.

Let alone this ordinary man.

Yes, in Fahai's eyes, Wang Bo had no dharma power at all—just an ordinary person.

So he instinctively held back, aiming to avoid Wang Bo's vital points and only teach him a lesson. However, due to the inexplicable unease he felt earlier, Fahai didn't hold back too much of his dharma power.

As the staff struck, Fahai inwardly groaned, deciding he would have to break his vow and kill.

But to Fahai's surprise, when his staff hit Wang Bo's palm, it didn't shatter the hand; instead, he felt an overwhelming force from the other's palm.

This force was boiling and unmatched, far surpassing his own. Even when he sensed something wrong and increased his dharma power, it was still far inferior. He was sent flying by that force.

With a crisp sound, Fahai flew backward.

At the same time, Wang Bo lightly clapped his hands in the air, and the space before him began to twist, spinning toward Fahai, pulling him into the Mirror Dimension.

Fahai was, after all, a virtuous monk. If he fought Wang Bo in the open, it might cause mass casualties. So Wang Bo simply used magic to pull Fahai into the Mirror Dimension.

There, they could fight freely without worrying about the outside world.

After being sent flying, Fahai quickly steadied himself, his feet carving a long trench on the ground, staring at Wang Bo in disbelief.

“Benefactor, you possess astonishing divine strength.”

In that strike, he clearly sensed that the other had used no dharma power—only pure strength—and had sent him flying dozens of meters.

Such divine strength was simply incredible. At least in the decades of Fahai's life, he had never seen anyone with such power.

Or rather, was this man before him truly human? Could he be some demon reincarnated?

Fahai's heart pounded with fear. He dared not be careless. With a flick of his hand, he sent his golden bowl flying. The bowl spun toward Wang Bo, growing larger as it went.

By the time it reached Wang Bo, it was like a small mountain, crashing toward him with the force of an avalanche.

Wang Bo slapped it with his right hand.

With a deep thud, like the sound of a morning drum or evening bell, the golden bowl flew back like a cannonball.

But as it flew back, it shrank. Fahai simply waved his hand, and the bowl lightly returned to his grasp.

Wang Bo's eyes lit up, and he said softly, “Fahai, not bad!”

Fahai: …

Wang Bo waved his hand, his five fingers flicking continuously. Nine Yang Sword Qi shot out like a machine gun, relentless and as fast as lightning.

In an instant, a dense mass of Nine Yang Sword Qi surged toward Fahai, sealing off all his escape routes.

Wang Bo absorbed sunlight, continuously converting solar power into Nine Yang True Qi, which then turned into Nine Yang Sword Qi, pouring out endlessly.

Within a few breaths, the Mirror Dimension was filled with sharp, indestructible Nine Yang Sword Qi that could cut through metal and jade.

Seeing this, Fahai's scalp tingled.

He had never imagined that mortal martial arts could unleash such terrifying power.

In some ways, it was no less than sorcery.

In terms of pure destructive power, even ordinary demons would have to surrender when faced with such a dense barrage of Nine Yang Sword Qi.

Even he couldn't face so much Nine Yang Sword Qi at once.

Helpless, Fahai had to toss his golden bowl high into the air.

The bowl spun in the sky, inverted over Fahai's head, showering golden light that enveloped him.

The torrent of Nine Yang Sword Qi surged like waves, crashing against the golden light, shattering inch by inch and dissipating into the air.

But Fahai remained unharmed.

Wang Bo couldn't help but admire how beautifully Fahai had defended.

This golden bowl was the star of the show—offensive and defensive, large and small, infinitely useful.

But Wang Bo didn't believe the guy could hold out forever.

His Nine Yang Sword Qi was inexhaustible, wave after wave like towering tides, continuous and overwhelming. The sword qi covered the sky, bombarding Fahai's golden bowl from all angles, making Fahai's heart race.

Such dense sword qi was indestructible and powerful. If even a single breach opened, the countless sword qi would pour in, and in an instant, he could be sliced into mincemeat, dying a miserable death.

So he quickly increased his dharma power, pouring it all into the golden bowl. The bowl blazed with golden light, firmly protecting Fahai from any harm.

Unable to break through after a long assault, Wang Bo gained a new respect for Fahai—the guy was even stronger than he had imagined.

So he stopped releasing Nine Yang Sword Qi, strode up to Fahai, and slapped the golden bowl inverted over Fahai's head.

Nine Yang Five Extremes: Blazing Cloud Palm!

Blazing Cloud Pierces Mountains!!!