I was a charlatan in India

"Waaaaaahh ...

The monks who were hit by the counterattack were greatly shocked; they had never expected such a scene.

For a moment, he was unable to dodge and was pulled to the ground, his head hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Before I could recover from the dizziness, I felt a sharp pain.

"Sizzle!"

A gash was bitten open on the side of his neck, and blood splattered everywhere!

This could be fatal!

Driven by the drugs, these outcasts unleashed unprecedented ferocity, far exceeding normal human standards!

Because when you are awake, your brain actually has limitations on bodily functions.

When it predicts that continuing to exercise may lead to tendon tears, joint dislocations, energy depletion, or overheating, it will actively suppress neural drive signals to prevent you from continuing.

This mechanism is actually the body's self-protection.

For example, when you exercise vigorously and your body can't dissipate heat in time, if you don't stop, it can lead to heat exhaustion or heatstroke.

Excessive force can lead to strains, tears, or even irreparable damage.

Under the stimulation of banned drugs, the brains of these untouchables remained in a state of constant excitement, completely ignoring the potential risks to their bodies.

In any case, the slaves used in gladiatorial combats are disposable, and the same goes for these commoners.

At this moment, they are ferocious beasts that are frantically burning their physical strength and life force!

These eminent monks, if they do not use supernatural powers, are physically at the human level, and in a simple physical fight, they might even be at a disadvantage!

In addition, supernatural powers are not so useful in high-speed, chaotic battle environments.

For an ordinary person to activate supernatural powers is completely different from that of a divine being like Shenhe; it requires a great deal of preparation.

High-ranking monks require rituals such as chanting scriptures, while devotees of the Great Deity require exaggerated dances.

For example, Agni's strange, exaggerated dance moves at the beginning were not entirely useless.

This guy is a real veteran ascetic.

As for someone like Mahata, who can activate a giant bell simply by striking a pose, he is already a top-tier human being.

They transcend the level of mere believers, possessing a degree of great power residing within them, essentially similar to the local immortals.

Of course, there are still differences in scale.

But ultimately, it belongs to the realm of the extraordinary, not the realm of humans.

Even Shenhe would need eighty square meters of arduous cultivation to instantly defeat such an existence.

And any life that is thoroughly utilized can generate far more power for arduous cultivation than this.

This is the vast chasm between divinity and humanity.

These eminent monks clearly haven't even transcended the human level.

"Junior brother!"

Seeing their junior brother's throat bitten open, the high monks on the periphery were filled with rage.

"Form a bronze statue formation and stop these lunatics!"

The goalkeeper rushed into the fray, shouting, "I'll use my supernatural powers to save them!"

If someone's trachea is bitten and ruptured, the only way to save them is probably through divine intervention.

"You all, go! Charge into the enemy lines and rescue Fifth Junior Brother!"

These fifth junior brothers were naturally the ones who initially managed to snatch the durian.

This series of actions also drew the attention of the frantic refugees, who then turned their attention to other high-ranking monks.

The good news is that although the fifth junior brother was lying on the ground on the verge of death, he did not die.

His hands and feet were all broken, and he couldn't move.

"Well played!"

The audience was still cheering.

"Boss, is this considered a broken limb or four limbs?"

"Are you stupid? Breaking two or four pieces still results in an even number, doesn't it?"

"Oh, that makes sense!"

The formation formed by the eminent monks was solemn and dignified, vaguely resembling the prototype of a Buddhist combined attack formation.

Although those who take drugs may have superior physical abilities, they are certainly not as skilled in combat as the high monks.

They mainly used their heads to bang, their hands to scratch, and their teeth to bite, like mad dogs.

Blocked by the bronze statue formation, they couldn't break through for a while.

However, the high-ranking monks who tried to stop them also suffered injuries.

These guys are too vicious. They don't care about being injured at all. Even if two people get close enough to subdue them, they will still twist their necks and bite.

Moreover, even in this state of frenzy, they still didn't forget their old tricks of street brawls.

Gouge eyes, crush eggs, throw sand!

Even though the high monks had practiced lower body techniques, they still suffered greatly.

A high-ranking monk had just dodged an eye gouge when he was viciously stabbed from the side, and his face immediately turned ashen.

They practiced upright and honorable martial arts; they had never seen such a fighting style before.

Behind them, as the goalkeeper chanted scriptures, rays of Buddhist light began to emanate from his body.

"This, this is..."

The audience was already cheering continuously.

Forget about monks and thieves, this is true supernatural power!

I never imagined that watching a football game would lead to such a spectacular sight!

As the chanting began, the robes of the eminent monk Zhou rose and rustled without any wind.

The chanting grew louder and louder, accompanied by the peaceful ringing of bells and flowing light, until the golden Buddha finally came into view!

"Hmm? This is a request from an important believer, let me see..."

"Amitabha Buddha, how could it be these idiots!"

The golden Buddha's head buzzed.

These foolish disciples not only went to someone else's territory to cultivate diligently, but now they're even using their supernatural powers among their followers!

If the new god finds out, it might be seen as a provocation, and he might come knocking on our door again!

He wasn't afraid of Shenhe, but it would be extremely unwise to offend such a troublesome deity for the sake of a few corrupt believers!

Moreover, the divinity of Buddhism is somewhat different from that of the Shenhe region.

After all, it has undergone a long period of development and cultivation, and is now in a stage of planned self-discovery.

This is the next step in the development of divinity.

From initially becoming immersed in the faith to gradually solidifying one's identity, this is a common process.

Nowadays, most Buddhist disciples do not pray for divine favor; instead, they focus on cultivating their minds through rigorous practice.

Therefore, the Buddha was not overly bound by his believers in these matters, and did not care too much about their lives or deaths.

Therefore, after careful consideration and hesitation, Jin Fo decisively chose to abandon it.

"So be it. They are destined to face this calamity. Ultimately, they must rely on themselves to cross to the other side."

"If I were to intervene, I would only encourage their dependence and undermine the foundation of their cultivation."

"Yes, refusing to help someone in distress is also an act of compassion!"

Excellent, excellent! Even divinity can be severed, let alone a few brainless believers!

Therefore, even though the Buddha's light surged all around, no supernatural powers descended.

The high monk, whose trachea had been bitten through, was on the verge of death.

"What are you doing! Help!"

"Don't worry about the merit points, brothers, split it evenly... no, put it all on my head, quick, save them!"

A high-ranking monk shouted sternly.

This person was the only one who had previously eaten the side dish from the merit ball.

"My Buddha...My Buddha did not respond."

The goalkeeper looked utterly dejected.

Without the Buddha's help, regardless of the outcome of the ball game or the fight, they would have lost their fellow disciple forever!

The fifth junior brother, lying on the ground, could only watch helplessly as his senior brother's supernatural power failed to materialize.

Unlike the spectators, he was a devout believer and naturally understood that the golden Buddha had refused to help.

Buddha, why...?

Why?!

However, Jin Fo did not respond to him either.

Only the terrifying gurgling sound of blood and foam in his trachea counted down to his death.

"Damn it, I told you not to play so fancy games all the time, they're useless when it really matters."

"Come and take over from me, it's my turn!"

The high monk, who had tasted the side dish of the merit ball, angrily rebuked him.

Among all the monks, he was truly one who kept himself pure and upright, confident that if he were to face the Buddha, he would be qualified to request supernatural powers.

The goalkeeper glared at him resentfully.

After all, to say something so detrimental to oneself in public is truly a sign of a lack of common sense.

However, his cooperation during this period eventually reminded him of the bonds of Buddhist friendship, and he did not immediately react.

Taking advantage of the fact that a lowly commoner had been driven back, the two took turns replacing the junior brother.

"Quickly, he can't hold on much longer!"

A more resounding chant soon echoed throughout the venue.

Unlike the previous fellow, this high-ranking monk, who was usually virtuous and self-disciplined, was naturally more favored by the Golden Buddha.

As he chanted, a wheel of merit appeared behind him.

After the entire scripture was completed, a phantom image of a Buddha statue burst forth from the body, illuminating the entire scene!

The golden incarnation has a solemn and dignified appearance, with a compassionate expression.

Some of the audience members had already knelt down, but they didn't know who to sing praises to.

Surrey's face was ashen, and he kept tapping his fingers on the armrest.

This is my territory, and I believe in the Great Heaven!

You dare to perform miracles here? You're really not taking me seriously at all!

He's made up his mind that no matter the outcome of this match, he'll teach this bald monk a lesson!

The audience didn't care about that; they were just there for the spectacle.

"good!"

"interesting!"

"Oh, Buddha, is this the Buddha that His Majesty Ashoka spoke of?"

Next, as long as the Buddha responds, this junior brother can be saved!

Senior brother!

Junior brother!