Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1379: Vajra Unbreakable Body

"Amitabha."

The old monk chanted a Buddhist mantra.

"Benefactor, don't resist in vain. What I cultivate is the Vajra Unbreakable Body; you can't hurt me."

The old monk walked leisurely towards Li Feng.

Li Feng looked skeptically at the old monk.

"Oh, is that so!"

Li Feng sneered, his gaze sweeping over the toothpick holder on the coffee table, which directly floated into the air as the lid popped open.

At least a hundred toothpicks floated out of the holder and then arranged themselves like a formation in front of Li Feng.

Li Feng let out a contemptuous laugh, raising his hand, and thirty or so toothpicks disappeared instantly.

Though Li Feng might be lacking in Sword Control, when it comes to something as lightweight as Ye Yiyang's toothpicks, he can easily muster control.

Once the speed reaches a certain degree, even a toothpick can become terrifying.

Several meters apart.

In a flash, the toothpicks arrived.

The sharp tips of these toothpicks directly pierced through the old monk's clothes, yet he continued calmly forward.

Li Feng squinted, waving his hand once more.

In an instant.

All the toothpicks attacked in unison, but halfway through, they divided, with some directly bypassing the old monk, completing a 360-degree surrounding.

Humph.

Li Feng's raised hand clenched into a fist.

In an instant.

Hundreds of toothpicks attacked the old monk's lethal points from all directions without leaving any dead angle.

At the top Bai Hui, the temples at the sides of the brain, the chest's Tanzhong point...

Hardly any of the body's 108 lethal points escaped Li Feng's wave of attacks.

The sharp toothpicks hit the old monk's face, yet couldn't pierce the eyelids even with closed eyes.

Attacking the ears, the old monk's ears directly plugged the ear holes.

The dense and terrifying wave of attacks were futile, with many toothpicks shattering under pressure, and some embedded in his clothes, clearly unable to pierce the old monk's flesh even a bit.

Li Feng furrowed his brow slightly; this old bald man is indeed tough.

Seeing the old monk approaching near, Li Feng stepped on the coffee table and leapt up, swinging his fist at the old monk.

The old monk smirked, standing still, waiting for Li Feng to strike.

Li Feng punched the old monk's bald head, feeling as if hitting a boulder.

"Amitabha."

"Benefactor, surrender and be captured."

As soon as the old monk spoke, a cold light broke through, it was the surgical knife Li Feng threw.

The old monk gritted his steel teeth, biting onto the knife and spitting it out, mixed with blood.

Li Feng coldly chuckled at the sight.

"I really thought you, this bald donkey, were invincible and impervious to blade and spear."

The old monk remained silent, yet his aura became more concentrated. As Li Feng focused his gaze, it seemed as though the old monk was radiating light behind him.

Buddha's radiance shines.

The old monk's robe exploded into pieces, and a dazzling golden light forced Li Feng to squint.

Looking again at the old monk.

The old monk's shirtless figure revealed skin that gleamed like bronze in the golden light, with ten perfect muscles on the chest and abdomen evoking awe.

Though the old monk's muscles aren't as defined as those of a bodybuilding competitor, they are packed with power.

If not for the old monk's snowy white eyebrows, it'd be hard to imagine that this body belongs to an ancient monster, surpassing the perfection of a body in its golden prime.

Even Li Feng felt a bit envious.

The old monk revealed his muscles, obviously not for aesthetics.

His aura continuously intensified, seemingly solidifying the air around them. In the next second, the charged-up old monk leaped like a cannonball straight at Li Feng.

One punch.

The sound of wind and thunder.

So fast.

Li Feng crossed his arms to protect himself, toes making contact with the ground.

Yet, he couldn't evade the old monk's explosive punch.

Li Feng flew backward like a stray kite, slamming into the sofa. What formidable strength in this bald donkey.

The old monk stomped his foot, leaping into the air, and his flying punch came down fiercely.

Li Feng glanced at the old monk, powering his toes for forceful retreat, directly flipping the sofa beneath him.

Li Feng rolled like a donkey to evade the strike, but the flipped sofa shattered under the old monk's punch, its leather torn by the fist's power.

Li Feng knelt on one knee, gazing at the old monk who had shut most of his five senses by closing both eyes and ears.

This old monk clearly understands his vulnerability.

The Vajra Unbreakable Body is indeed physically robust, but the internal organs might not be as strong.

If unguarded, Li Feng might still have a chance at life, but now, with the old monk on high alert, targeting his weakness seems almost impossible.

Li Feng glanced at the advancing monk, like a Vajra statue, his wrist trembling as he gripped the Fish Intestine Sword.

The Fish Intestine Sword is an assassin's weapon, penetrating every flaw.

Could the Fish Intestine Sword breach the old monk's Vajra Unbreakable Body?

Li Feng kicked off, lunging at the monk like a cougar, the monk sensing Li Feng's approach.

Secretly sneering repeatedly, a trapped beast struggles.

The old monk's Vajra Unbreakable Body is impervious to cold weapons.

The old monk did not dodge or evade, standing there as Li Feng exercised his "pointless" resistance. Li Feng sported a cold smile.

War God Power infused the Fish Intestine Sword; in an instant, the plain Fish Intestine Sword's brilliance extended three feet, turning into an unparalleled sharp point.

The Fish Intestine Sword, nothing is indestructible.

Faster than the eye could catch.

Li Feng thrust the sword, its sharp gleam vanished as the sword met the old monk's chest.

The old monk lifted his head, suddenly opening his eyes, a flash of light shooting out, the next moment his fist swung out.

Fist power stirred the air waves, forcing Li Feng backwards.

Li Feng retreated several steps, raising his gaze to the unharmed old monk, who then asked, "What kind of sword is that?"

"The ancient Fish Intestine, an assassin's sword."

"Amitabha."

The monk chanted a Buddhist mantra.

"For how many years, with my current strength, people who can harm me are scarce as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Despite the old monsters from the Top Three Sects not acting, no one in this world can hurt me."

"Unexpectedly, today, I would fall for a trap."

Li Feng let out a cold laugh.

The old monk eyed Li Feng: "But don't rejoice too soon, though your sword has harmed my internal organs, it's not enough to kill me right now."

"This little time is enough for me to kill you."

"Wait."

The old monk was just about to attack when Li Feng suddenly called stop.

"Ha, you want to stall for time."

"No, I just want to make a wager. This Vajra Unbreakable Body of yours is indeed remarkable. If you die just like this, wouldn't the cultivation technique be lost?"

"Why not let's bet."

"Tell me how you cultivate this Vajra Unbreakable Body. If you eliminate me, naturally there's nothing to say, but if you can't kill me, your unmatched skills won't be lost to the world."

The old monk, hearing this, laughed heartily.

"Benefactor, do you think I'm a fool? No matter winning or losing, it offers me no benefit."

"But you don't lose anything either, right?"

Li Feng retorted.

"Oh, then reveal a final wish, if it's not excessive, I may help you fulfill it."

Li Feng indeed covets the old monk's unmatched skills.

Vajra Unbreakable Body.

Against it, things like Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth are mere children.