Two muffled thuds rang out as the two Mingguang Sect disciples, thrown as human sandbags, slammed hard against the sword curtain Duan Xianxing had hastily erected!
Reasonably, with their cultivation at the Foundation Establishment stage and the Buddhist power Huineng had infused into them when he threw them, they should have been able to use the impact to adjust their posture. They could have even launched a joint attack against Duan Xianxing to slow him down.
However—
"Ugh! It itches so much!"
"Amitabha... I'm itching to death!"
The pain from the violent collision was instantly drowned out by the intense, marrow-deep itch!
While the two young monks were still in mid-air, they couldn't help but let out miserable howls. Their hands moved uncontrollably, clawing at their own bodies!
The spiritual energy within them was already a chaotic mess from trying to resist the sensation; they couldn't muster enough strength to stabilize themselves, let alone cast a spell!
As a result, the two of them tumbled like rolling gourds, landing pathetically not far in front of Duan Xianxing.
Due to the momentum, they rolled several more times. Their monastic robes were covered in dirt, and their faces and necks were covered in red marks they had scratched into themselves in their desperate struggle against the itch. They looked incredibly pitiful.
Duan Xianxing had been prepared for a coordinated assault, his long sword ready to strike. But when he saw the two of them dazed and rolling on the ground while twitching and scratching, he froze for a moment, and his sword momentum slowed.
"An opportunity!"
Duan Xianxing reacted instantly. Although the opponents' state was bizarre, he couldn't miss this chance!
Spiritual energy surged beneath his feet as he prepared to dash through the gap between the two, heading straight for the nearby tunnel entrance. If he could burst through, he could set up first and allow the members of his own sect to pass!
However, the moment Duan Xianxing moved, the two dizzy Mingguang Sect monks seemed to realize their mission and current predicament.
The red light of the elimination circle was not far behind them. Their senior brothers were doing their best to hold everyone else back. If they couldn't stop Duan Xianxing and let the Five Elements Dao Sect enter the tunnel first, their entire team might be wiped out right here!
A fierce sense of sect honor and a hunger for points actually managed to temporarily suppress that piercing itch!
"Stop him!"
One of the monks, eyes bloodshot, let out a hoarse roar. Ignoring the dust and the itching, he lunged forward—not at Duan Xianxing’s upper body, but directly at his left leg!
The other monk moved almost simultaneously, performing a similarly ungraceful roll. Spreading his arms wide, he clamped down on Duan Xianxing’s right leg with a death grip!
Their movements were swift, their target clear, and their coordination seamless. They were clearly giving it everything they had, even abandoning all defense and formal techniques to use the most primitive and shameless method—clinging to his legs!
"What the hell?! What are you doing?!"
Duan Xianxing never expected his opponents to resort to such underhanded tactics. Caught off guard, his legs were instantly pinned tight!
His forward momentum was jerked to a halt. Losing his balance, he stumbled and fell to the ground with a heavy thud, dragged down by the two monks from his high-speed movement!
"Ow!"
Duan Xianxing landed hard, nearly losing his grip on his sword.
He struggled to get up, but he found the two monks were like sticky taffy. Their arms were like iron bands, locking his thighs in place. Their entire body weight hung off him, making it impossible to break free immediately!
Duan Xianxing looked down, staring dumbfounded at the two bald heads clinging to his legs. They were twitching slightly from the itch, yet they clenched their teeth and refused to let go. His mind struggled to process what was happening.
Was... was this still the Mingguang Sect, known for being dignified and composed?
This fighting style... was way too shameless!
What happened to the 'pure land of Buddhism'? What happened to 'attaining high monks'? Why did this feel like a brawl between street thugs?
"Let go! Let go of me!"
Duan Xianxing was both furious and anxious. He tried to kick them off while using his hands to pry their fingers loose. But the two monks were clearly prepared to go to any length; no matter how Duan Xianxing kicked or pried, they refused to release him, chanting under their breaths:
"Amitabha... For the sect... won't let go!"
"It itches... it's killing me... but... but I can't let go!"
The scene became incredibly ridiculous and chaotic.
Duan Xianxing, the top winner of the Five Elements Dao Sect's Foundation Establishment competition and a genius with a Natural Sword Physique, was being held back by two Mingguang Sect monks with lower cultivation who were twitching from an itch. They were all rolling in a heap on the ground. Forget rushing into the tunnel; he could barely even stand up!
In the back, Jiang Yifan, Zhu Yinxi, and the others, who were fighting hard, caught sight of this. Their eyes also twitched, and they didn't know what expression to make.
Liu Qingyang was jumping with anxiety: "Duan Xianxing! Can you do it or not? Hurry up!"
Duan Xianxing wanted to shake them off more than anyone!
Those two monks were even using their sect's unique Buddhist arts; he couldn't break free in a short amount of time.
To make matters worse, they were currently covered in the spring breeze tickling powder that Li Nanzhu had specially made.
In such close, physical entanglement with them, Duan Xianxing inevitably came into contact with those tiny particles of powder!
At first, he didn't notice, focused solely on his struggle.
But soon, a familiar, scalp-numbing itch, like a faint electric current, began to spread from the skin on his legs that touched the two monks!
First the calves, then the thighs, then the waist and abdomen...
The itch was faint at first, but it rapidly became clear and intense!
"Ugh..." Duan Xianxing’s struggling movements suddenly froze, and his expression turned peculiar. He felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling and biting beneath his skin. The sensation...
It was exactly the same as the crazed state he had seen the Mingguang Sect disciples in earlier!
"No... way..." Duan Xianxing’s heart sank as a foreboding feeling washed over him.
Habit made him instinctively circulate his spiritual energy to suppress it, but he suddenly remembered Li Nanzhu’s warning that spiritual energy could not be used.
His face changed instantly, but it was too late—the itch was like a flame doused in oil, surging through his entire body with a flash!
"This is bad!" Duan Xianxing sucked in a breath of cold air, his handsome face turning bright red in an instant!
He clenched his teeth with all his might, desperately trying to resist the urge to scratch. But his body began to tremble uncontrollably, veins bulged on his forehead, and his expression twisted in agony.
Now he didn't just have to break free from the two clingy monks; he had to fight against the intense itch as well. It was a dual torment of heaven and hell, making him feel so miserable he wanted to die!
His current appearance was now almost identical to the two twitching Mingguang Sect monks.
"Duan Xianxing! What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" Liu Qingyang shouted anxiously from afar when he saw Duan Xianxing stop moving, his face flushed and his expression distorted.
Li Nanzhu also noticed Duan Xianxing’s abnormality. She was stunned for a moment, then she suddenly realized.
"Oh no! Senior Brother Seven seems to have caught my spring breeze! This powder... spreads through close contact!"
On the other side, the people from the Mingguang Sect naturally noticed Duan Xianxing’s strange behavior as well.
A sharp light flickered in Huineng's eyes, and he immediately understood what was going on!
"Amitabha! Well done, well done! Junior brothers, give those from the Five Elements Dao Sect a hand and let them experience the tranquility of our Buddhist sect as well!"
Without even needing Huineng's reminder, the other monks, having realized the situation, had already torn off their monastic robes and whipped them toward the Five Elements Dao Sect disciples with all their might!
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