After Ao Xuangling, a monk in hempen robes took the stage. He was gaunt and emaciated, his face etched with a look of perpetual suffering.
The moment he stood on the peak, lotuses bloomed beneath his feet and a halo of Buddha Light materialized above his head, shimmering with golden radiance.
Without even making a move, he relied on the dense Buddha Light to block the attacks of the opposing Core Formation True Man, causing only ripples to spread across its surface.
He simply let the reflective force of his Buddha Light wear down three consecutive opponents until they were exhausted, all while maintaining his signature expression—a smile tinged with sorrow.
Gradually, the other Core Formation True Men realized the hemp-robed monk's power was unfathomable and abandoned any thought of challenging him.
By the time he had won five matches in a row, a dead silence had fallen. No one dared to answer the call.
