I Might Be A Fake Cultivator
chapter-1867

Chapter 1867: Battling the Battling Buddha

“The Battling Buddha…” An Lin’s eyes gradually lit up. “This is indeed a fantastic opponent!”

Firstly, they were quite familiar with one another, so communication would not be a problem.

Secondly, this was a very powerful monkey, so he could fight to his heart’s content.

Thirdly, the Battling Buddha had endured countless battles, so he shouldn’t mind even if An Lin accidentally wounded him.

“So are you going to hold the conference first, or undertake the sparring match first?” Bai Ling asked.

“He has already been waiting for a long time, so we should probably attend to him,” An Lin replied.

A faint smile appeared on Bai Ling’s face. “He has been waiting for a long time already, so waiting a little longer can’t hurt.”

This was a good suggestion, but An Lin didn’t want to do that. This was a friend coming from afar, and he couldn’t bear to leave him out in the cold, so he decided to undertake the sparring match first!

Four Nine Immortal Sect drill ground.

There were already over ten thousand disciples gathered here, spectating the imposing monkey before them.

This was a handsome monkey with eyes as bright as stars, a golden crown on his head, and iridescent armor draped over his body. He was quite muscular and imposing, and he only had to stand there with his Golden-Banded Staff in his hand to attract over ten thousand spectating disciples.

“Hey, have you heard? He’s challenging our sect leader to a battle!”

“Does anyone in the sect still NOT know about this? This is extremely renowned news! I wonder if our sect leader will accept this challenge…”

“There’s no question about that! Our sect leader won’t be afraid of some monkey! He’ll definitely accept the challenge once he comes back!” a female disciple replied without any hesitation.

“I’m still very much in admiration of the Battling Buddha. To think that he has the courage to battle our sect leader. I wonder how many of the sect leader’s punches he can take…”

“Don’t underestimate the Battling Buddha! He is a super mighty figure at the Dao Integration Stage who is second only in power to the Sakyamuni Buddha in the Buddhist Kingdom. Apparently, he’s also a candidate to become a heavenly disciple of the Heaven Crushing Sect!”

“So… how many punches will he be able to take from our sect leader?”

“…”

All of the disciples were discussing spiritedly among themselves.

The Battling Buddha was very powerful, but their sect leader was invincible in their hearts. He was a true War God in their eyes, and they never even considered the notion that he would lose. All of them were only speculating about how many punches the Battling Buddha would be able to take.

Elder Yao Mingxi gave a conservative estimate, stating that if this was only a friendly match, then Sect Leader An Lin would be able to vanquish his opponent after a few hundred exchanges. However, if he fought at his full power, he would be able to defeat the Battling Buddha in about a dozen exchanges.

Most of the disciples thought that this was a reasonable guess.

A black brick suddenly descended from the sky.

All of the disciples present erupted into enthusiastic cheers.

Their sect leader had returned!

Xu Xiaolan leaned on Little Huang’s back and looked up at the man in the sky with a resigned expression. “Sigh… he’s finally back, yet the first thing he thinks about is fighting…”

A burst of hearty laughter erupted in the sky.

“Hahaha… Sorry to keep you waiting!”

The Battling Buddha turned to look up at the man in the sky, and a smile appeared on his face. “Not at all… I would gladly wait another year for the opportunity to fight you!”

An Lin was in his usual flowing white robe as an unfathomably vast aura emanated from his body.

A dazzling, golden Buddhist light imbued with mercy and surging battle intent erupted from the Battling Buddha’s body.

The sparring match was about to begin.

All of a sudden, gale-force winds roared and space tremored and quaked.

All of the disciples were struck by a sense of asphyxiation, and some were even finding it difficult to remain standing.

Their auras were simply too terrifying. Even though the disciples were not on the direct receiving end, they were still barely able to remain on their feet.

“Please go elsewhere if you would like to fight. This place cannot handle a battle of this caliber,” Bai Ling cautioned.

An Lin turned toward the Battling Buddha. “How about we go fight on the grasslands?”

“My thoughts exactly! The grasslands are an ideal location! I can fight to my heart’s content there!” The Battling Buddha nodded.

The two of them flew toward the grasslands outside of the sect.

They were followed by a bunch of spectating disciples.

Bai Ling silently fortified the Four Nine Immortal Sect’s defenses before using her spatial power to prevent the spectating disciples from going any further. “Are you all that eager to die? Without anyone to protect you, Sect Leader An Lin could accidentally erase all of you from this world just with the shockwaves from a single punch.”

All of the disciples only came to their senses upon hearing Bai Ling’s words of caution. Their sect leader was a terrifyingly powerful being whose battles were far too dangerous for them to spectate in close quarters.

“But don’t be too disappointed. I’ll be using my Purple Star Satellite to deliver a live broadcast of this battle in high definition on the drill ground!” Bai Ling smiled.

“Long live, Pavilion Lord Bai!”

“Big Sister Bai is the best!”

“I finally get to see Sect Leader An Lin battle the Battling Buddha! I’m so excited!”

Over ten thousand disciples whooped with excitement.

Soon, an image appeared on the drill grounds.

An Lin and the Battling Buddha were confronting one another on a set of vast grasslands with no end in sight.

Even though this was only a live broadcast, all of the disciples were still staring intently at the figures on the screen in fear that they would miss something through a momentary lapse in concentration.

On a set of grasslands over ten thousand kilometers away from the Four Nine Immortal Sect.

An Lin and the Battling Buddha were facing off.

“Seeing as I made you wait so long, I’ll give you the first chance to strike. Come!” An Lin clasped his hands behind his back.

“Alright, then do look out!” The Battling Buddha was eager for this battle to begin. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He had invited An Lin many times for a battle in the Buddhist Kingdom, but An Lin didn’t have the time to go. Hence, he arrived at the Four Nine Immortal Sect to deliver a challenge to An Lin.

He was a powerful being who lived for battles, and he felt like it would be a massive regret in his life if he didn’t get to fight someone like An Lin.

“Take this!”

Boom!

A Golden-Banded Staff thrust forward, elongating and expanding as it thrust through the air.

The surrounding heaven and earth were transformed into a vast expanse of gold.

An Lin could feel a very powerful sense of oppression from the oncoming Golden-Banded Staff.

“Hahaha, nice!”

The Battling Buddha was a super mighty figure at the Dao Integration Pinnacle Stage, and An Lin was curious to see whether his phenomenal success stage body of the War God would be able to withstand an attack from someone at the Dao Integration Pinnacle Stage.

Thus, he stood one the spot and allowed himself to be struck by the Golden-Banded Staff.

Boom!

The massive Golden-Banded Staff crashed extremely violently into An Lin’s body, pushing him all the way back over a hundred kilometers, leaving a deep trench in the ground.

“Hehe… Don’t underestimate me, Brother An Lin, I won’t be holding back.” The Battling Buddha smiled. He seemed to be quite pleased with the power behind this attack.

“Oh… that feels really good…”

A moan of enjoyment escaped An Lin’s lips.