With a crack!
Ning Beichen felt as if he had been struck by a hammer, letting out a muffled groan as he was sent flying. With a loud crash, he smashed through a wooden door of a restroom behind him, and landed with a thud, crushing the toilet inside.
At this moment, the enemy, who seemed to be an Indian ascetic, dived down like a tiger and charged towards Ning Beichen. His speed was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ning Beichen.
The space in the toilet cubicle was extremely narrow, and Ning Beichen couldn't fight freely. The Indian ascetic was already attacking him.
Ning Beichen pulled with all his might, directly uprooting the toilet he had just sat on and smashed it fiercely at the charging Indian ascetic.
With a clang.
Sewage and ceramic shards instantly exploded, and the Indian ascetic was also sent flying by Ning Beichen's ceramic toilet.
However, he himself was covered in sewage and ceramic fragments. But at this moment, he couldn't care less.
Although the Indian ascetic was sent flying by him, he was not injured, not even a drop of blood was shed. He quickly charged at Ning Beichen again.
"Yogi!"
When Ning Beichen saw the coarse linen clothes that were revealed under the ascetic's jacket as he charged forward, he exclaimed in astonishment.
Because he hadn't expected his attacker to be a yogi.
Anyone who understood Indian yogis would know that yogis rarely interfered in worldly affairs. They spent their entire lives in ascetic practices, taking hardship as their lifelong goal.
These yogis did not marry or have children, and they cared nothing for worldly power or wealth. Even if they were incredibly wealthy, they would only wear a piece of coarse linen to practice, and their food was simple. Satisfying their appetite was something that hindered their ascetic practice.
You might ask, why would such a detached ascetic come to this ancient Eastern land to attack Ning Beichen?
This was also something Ning Beichen couldn't figure out.
However, if anyone in this world could mobilize these detached beings, Ning Beichen, even if he racked his brains, could only think of one place: the Holy See.
Because only the Holy See possessed such power.
Although he didn't know if this yogi was related to the Holy See, Ning Beichen had already considered it an act of the Holy See.
It was unreasonable that the Holy See had shown no reaction at all after Ning Beichen had killed so many of their people.
It was just that Ning Beichen hadn't paid much attention before, because all the people in the Holy See were lunatics, mentally unstable, and who knew what absurd actions they would take.
However, a yogi couldn't scare Ning Beichen. The reason for his surprise was the sudden appearance of the yogi attacking him.
At this moment, the yogi was attacking him again.
With a "boom."
The ascetic's fist punched a large hole through a cubicle wall, causing the wall to collapse. Fortunately, there was no one inside, otherwise they would have been buried in the toilet.
The shockwave from Ning Beichen's punch with the yogi sent the surrounding objects flying like a boiling pot, with all sorts of unspeakable things from sewage, toilet paper, and trash cans scattering everywhere.
A man who had just entered wanting to use the restroom, upon seeing the scene inside, got so scared that he scrambled away.
Bang! Bang!
Ning Beichen and the yogi exchanged two punches, sounding like firecrackers. A toilet door, about a meter or two away from them, snapped in half with a "crack."
Yogis never used any weapons, because their fists and their bodies were their strongest weapons.
Ning Beichen also did not use any weapons, nor did he even exert his full strength.
It wasn't that he looked down on the yogis, but simply that he wanted to spar with one, as he had never fought a yogi before and was feeling a bit eager.
Seeing that he couldn't gain the upper hand, the yogi began to change his tactics, no longer confronting Ning Beichen head-on.
His arms became like snakes, completely defying the natural rotation of human arms, able to rotate 360 degrees, as if there were no bones inside, much more bizarre than those who had practiced Jiu-Jitsu from childhood.
Ning Beichen, caught off guard, was hit once.
However, Ning Beichen merely flicked the spot he was hit with the back of his hand and grinned at the yogi, saying.
"Your Jiu-Jitsu is good, but your strength is a bit lacking."
The yogi's expression changed. No one knew his strength better than himself. The blow he had just landed on Ning Beichen could, without exaggeration, create a fist-sized hole in a thick wall.
Yet, the man in front of him was completely unharmed, not even showing a hint of pain.
"Did the Holy See send you to deal with me?"
After speaking, Ning Beichen suddenly muttered to himself.
"Never mind, it's useless to ask you. I know you practice silence and won't speak."
"However..."
"You are still no... match for me!"
As the word "match" left his lips, Ning Beichen was already in front of the yogi.
His open palm instantly transformed into a fist, and his internal energy erupted in an instant, striking the yogi.
The yogi had no chance to dodge, and could only try to protect his vital points and use his body to withstand Ning Beichen's punch.
However, what the yogi never expected was that this time, Ning Beichen's punch was no longer an ordinary one, but the explosive force of his internal energy.
With a bang!
The yogi felt as if he had been hit by a large truck, and was sent flying – not just pushed, but blasted away.
A series of cracking sounds.
The yogi crashed through three toilet walls consecutively, finally stopping against the back wall.
With a muffled sound.
A large mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. The spot where Ning Beichen had hit him had even blown open his jacket, revealing a bruised, dark green fist imprint underneath.
Although the yogi didn't check, he knew his shoulder bone was shattered.
This was even after he had avoided his vital organs like his heart, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and used his shoulder to absorb Ning Beichen's blow.
Otherwise, he would be a dead man by now.
Although the yogi couldn't speak, his heart was filled with shock.
This man was truly terrifying!
If he wasn't mistaken, the destructive power contained in the punch that man had unleashed on him was the most mysterious internal energy of the ancient Eastern lands.