National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Chapter 304 - 303: Wherever He Goes, Carnage Follows

In that dark and oppressive instant, a pinprick of light containing destructive power,

streaked like a sudden comet across the sky, brilliant and dazzling as it shot toward Uzi’s position.

Just at that critical moment,

a mysterious force, beyond imagination and invisible to the naked eye, silently emerged.

It was silent and traceless, yet powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth,

forcefully intercepting that world-ending point of light in mid-air.

The scene was like a deity from ancient legend quelling a raging storm with a mere flick of their sleeve.

Within the space, strange fluctuations suddenly arose.

They did not simply spread outward, but instead interwove and collided in an exquisite and marvelous fashion,

like ripples spreading across a calm lake after a stone is thrown.

But these ripples were far more complex and varied; they intertwined and influenced one another,

forming a dynamic and mystical pattern.

This pattern continuously expanded, covering a space of several dozen feet,

placing everyone present within a constantly shifting labyrinth, leaving them both shocked and bewildered.

The audience in the livestream chat, watching through high-definition camera lenses, witnessed it all happen.

Their hearts pounded in time with the clash between the point of light and the mysterious force, and the atmosphere in front of their screens grew incredibly tense.

A flood of bullet comments washed over the screen.

Some expressed awe at the incredible scene,

while others tried to use various theories to explain the principles behind it.

As the confrontation intensified, a piercing, grating noise grew even more ear-splitting.

It was more than just a sound; it was like the agonized groan of space itself tearing and reforming.

The conflict between these forces was not merely a physical collision,

but a contest of rules and order, a quiet unfolding of the deepest secrets of the universe.

And under the influence of this power, the ripple-like fluctuations grew more violent and frequent.

They weren’t limited to a visual spectacle; they also carried a powerful psychological suggestion,

as if even time itself was being distorted, filling every passing second with uncertainty and change.

Finally, when the destructive point of light was completely devoured and everything returned to calm, everyone awoke as if from a dream.

In particular, many people on the scene wore expressions of horror.

Who on earth had secretly intervened? Who could actually block an attack from Chu He?

It clearly wasn’t the work of Uzi, who was lying on the ground, incapacitated.

"Amitabha Buddha. Truly, there is always a heaven beyond a heaven, and a person beyond a person."

Abbot Tonghua brought his palms together and sighed with emotion.

"Abbot Tonghua, I’m afraid this is no time for sentimentality,"

"Anyone can see that Uzi is a madman who only knows how to kill."

"If we let that man leave the Black Continent Grassland, no matter which city or Empire he goes to,"

"he will cause harm and disaster comparable to the coming of a terrifying Evil Spirit."

Bishop Guerrero of the Bright Holy See, who was on the other side, said faintly.

"You are right."

Abbot Tonghua was no fool.

The person who had intervened from the shadows without even showing their face,

had been able to directly block Chu He’s fatal blow against Uzi. Their strength was certainly not simple.

They were likely at least on par with Uzi, if not even stronger.

If Abbot Tonghua were to step forward now, he would surely earn that person’s enmity.

Then, Abbot Tonghua would have brought great trouble upon himself.

Regardless of whether he was a match for the person hiding in the shadows,

Abbot Tonghua did not want to be targeted before the situation was clear.

"Abbot Tonghua, I believe you should act."

"Uzi is too dangerous."

"Wherever he goes, slaughter follows."

"Buddha teaches us not to dismiss a good deed, no matter how small."

"Even the smallest act of kindness can have a profound impact."

"Like repaying a drop of kindness with a gushing spring, your goodness will create a virtuous cycle in your life."

"What’s more, suppressing or executing Uzi here would be an act of immense merit."

What Guerrero hadn’t expected was that,

a young monk sitting behind Abbot Tonghua would put his palms together and speak up at this moment.

Only then did Guerrero notice this young monk.

In the current dark and slightly bizarre scene,

the figure of a young monk appeared starkly before his eyes, a stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere.

The young monk wore a white robe that was whiter than snow.

Yet it was not entirely flawless.

The monastic robe was dotted with several palm-sized patches, the stitches fine but mottled with age.

The garment, though old, was washed until it was faded white,

exuding a dustless purity that stood in sharp contrast to the surrounding gloom.

The young monk’s face was like the sky at the first light of dawn, fresh yet tinged with an imperceptible mystery.

His features were perfectly proportioned, with lines that were neither too harsh nor too soft, handsome with an air of transcendent elegance.

Between his brows, there was a faint hint of Zen.

But what was most unforgettable were his eyes.

They were as pure as an unpolluted spring sky—the blue deep, the white pure, without the slightest impurity.

They were also like the clearest mountain spring, whose babbling flow carried a power that could wash the dust from a person’s soul.

As he met the young monk’s gaze,

Guerrero felt his own state of mind inexplicably being affected, feeling an urge to convert to the Buddhist Sect.

This feeling immediately put Guerrero on high alert.

He broke eye contact, his brows furrowing as he narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the young monk.

’This young monk is definitely not simple. I didn’t even notice him until now,’

’but the moment I saw him,’

’especially when I looked into those clear, clean eyes,’

’I was inexplicably and unconsciously affected.’

If not for the power of the Bright Holy See within Guerrero’s body suddenly reacting,

and activating on its own,

Guerrero feared he might have truly fallen into it without even realizing.

"Doing good deeds must also be done within one’s own capabilities."

Abbot Tonghua, however, remained indifferent.

He kept his palms together, unmoved. "Besides, Chu He, the strongest on Blue Star, is here. Why should I step up and steal the spotlight? Ming Chan, you are too impatient. You must not have been diligent in your daily studies."

"The Buddha said: In my original causal ground, I used a mind that was mindful of the Buddha to enter the Patience of Non-arising. Now, in this world, I gather those who are mindful of the Buddha and guide them to the Pure Land."

"When the Buddha asked about perfect penetration, I, without any other choice, gathered in the six sense faculties, maintained pure mindfulness in succession, and attained samādhi. This I hold as supreme..."

It was unclear whether Abbot Tonghua’s words had taken effect,

but the young monk named Ming Chan closed his eyes and began chanting softly.

Everyone’s gazes returned to the sky.

The surprise on Chu He’s face was fleeting, and he calmly looked toward a specific spot in the heavens.

Sitting in the judges’ seats, Abbot Tonghua, Guerrero, and the other masters,

were stirred and immediately followed Chu He’s gaze.

Chu He’s keen perception astonished them.

Since he had suddenly looked in that direction, they surmised that the person who had secretly intervened must be there.

But there was no trace of anything in that patch of sky.

Some of the masters couldn’t help but wonder if Chu He had been mistaken, that the hidden expert wasn’t in that spot at all,

or perhaps it was just a casual glance.

"You cannot kill him."

Finally, a sigh echoed out from that quiet space.