I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

The young lion watched helplessly as the skin began to peel away from the tip of his middle finger, like the petals of a blooming flower rolling outward.

It was as if an invisible hand reached out from the void, peeling off his skin like a banana.

There was a terrifying and dark shadow in his pupils, and his body couldn't stop trembling, and his forward claws were sluggish due to the sudden pain of peeling off his skin... But after all, he had been tempered by his will, and his mental toughness was as tough as real steel.

With the help of Soul Yi, the blades clanged and hissed, and the crisp sound like gold and iron clashing awakened the young lion, and his mind was pulled out of the deep and twisted darkness in an instant.

Feeling the strange influence gradually spreading from the fingertips, looking at the skin that had mutated into irregular thin strips, twisting and rolling back as if born from self-consciousness... A low roar erupted from the cub's throat, The heat that was enough to ignite dry paper and dry grass blasted forward, and at the same time, he took several steps back on tiptoe.

But the enemy in front of him still turned a blind eye to his attack, and just stood quietly, letting the knife-like warm wind blow in his face, and his thin clothes were rustling and the corners were scorched.

After the young lion retreated, he silently recited the ancient words that only the swordsmith and the blacksmith knew. The heat that was enough to ignite firewood rose from the depths of his soul, like the hot flames leaking from a forge, rushing along his arms towards the strange molted skin. The palm of my hand... has no effect. That bizarre influence will be as difficult to remove as a malignant sore growing on the bone marrow, and it will continue to absorb the vitality of the body and grow stronger!

The secret messenger is something that is difficult for the mortal world to understand, but even so, the young lion has never seen such a bizarre and strange power... It can actually infect the caster's body with mana silently, making the steel Similar shapes appear to be distorted. What is the origin of the other party? !

A suspicion exploded in the young lion's heart like thunder - it was a moth! Only moths! Among the Eight Great Secrets, only the crazy Moth Master can cause such a weird and terrifying attack!

Moths are famous in the hidden world for their madness and disorder. They are monsters struggling on the edge of deformation, and they often possess strange and mysterious abilities - the strange power obtained in exchange for the light in their skulls.

Seeing that the effects of molting have spread to the entire palm, the bright red texture is about to recede to the wrist.

The young lion didn't have time to recall the moth's weakness. He gritted his teeth and grasped the twisted and twisted flat thin strips of mutated skin. He exerted force, and actually tore off the out-of-control skin and threw it on the ground. .

Although this move made his wounds further expand, it also stopped the spreading trend of molting. The strips of skin that fell on the scarlet mud were still twisting, like earthworms unearthed after the rain. Jumping around.

The young lion stepped down with a gloomy expression, and the needle-like heat from the soles of his feet pierced the skin that once belonged to him, turning it into blackened shreds of skin.

The duel has been going on so far, just as the young lion imagined before the fight began - warm blood soaked his right palm. But what was flowing and dripping to the ground at this time was his own blood.

The salty and moist breeze blowing from the outskirts of London, and the wind caressing the skinless right palm of the young lion, revealing its bright red texture, was like salt sprinkled on a wound.

His right palm trembled unconsciously, and a tingling sensation rushed to his head.

However, for the believers of the Golden General, failure and pain are never obstacles, but a force that drives them to become stronger!

A proud spirit like a lion stirred in the chest, the furious blood seemed to heat up and boil, and the heat burned the exposed muscle fibers until they were black.

The color of blood quickly occupied the cub's eyes, adrenaline was secreted rapidly, and the endless blood dyed the body surface red, like an iron ingot just taken out of a stove, emitting a boiling breath.

The young lion crouched on its knees and spread its arms like a classical-era wrestler.

He exhaled hot breath, his arms and thighs swelled, and the knotted muscles almost burst the skin.

Roar--

A deafening sound like the roar of a lion erupted from his mouth, and he roared and stamped hard on the ground, like a heavy train spewing steam, rushing straight towards the target ahead.

The young lion saw that his opponent finally focused his eyes on him, and his eyes, which were brighter than emerald, contained only cold and pure murderous intent.

He felt some kind of seductive and crazy whisper ringing in his head... But how could the already crazy beast fall into madness again?

The young lion ignored the two green lights flashing in the blood-red vision, and there was only one pure instinctive thought left in his heart.

That means slamming the opponent to the ground, tearing his flesh and blood with sharp claws, and biting his throat with sharp teeth! ! !

He felt his shoulders hit the opponent's flexible waist and abdomen. His hands reached forward to grasp the opponent's thick thighs. He suddenly closed his arms and stood up to knock the arrogant moth to the ground.

The young lion put his feet on the ground and straightened his back...but he couldn't stand up smoothly?

The arms he held seemed to be solid iron pillars welded to the ground, and there was a mountain-like weight-bearing pressure on his shoulders. The opponent's body only swayed slightly in response to such a violent impact?

But how is this possible? You have to know that when I was working on improving my arm strength in the club, I once tried to lift an industrial machine tool weighing more than 500 pounds off the ground!

Is it possible that the moth person in front of me also possesses the power of winter? Activate the influence of silence in silence, weakening my physical strength?

With doubtful eyes, he saw a clown mask that seemed to be smiling or mocking.

He heard a trembling voice, but he could feel that the other party was not afraid, nor was he exerting strength, but seemed to be...excited?

"Are you confused?"

"Are you confused about your own weakness?"

"Or confused about your own stupidity?"

Rage burst out in his heart, and the ten fingers of the young lion turned into inverted sharp blades under the combined effect of the casting and the sharpness of the blade.

He loosened his palm that was grabbing the enemy's thigh, and while retracting his arm and turning around, he used his claws to circle the opponent's leg muscles, expecting that he would definitely leave ten bloody wounds.

But when the claws scratched the opponent's thigh, the touch of the ten claws fed back was as tough as old cowhide. The young lion only felt that he had to use all his strength to barely cut the opponent's skin, and he had no more strength to penetrate into his flesh.

"Have you had enough fun?"

He heard the voice that was trembling more and more violently again, as if every syllable of the other party was vibrating violently, and some strange frequency had penetrated deeply into his brain, and his brain seemed to become sticky and mushy.

The young lion felt as if he had forgotten something, as if something extremely important had been thrown away by him like trash... But what exactly was it?

The voice that was getting farther and farther away and more erratic seemed to have guessed his thoughts and sounded again, but this time it was directly vibrating and echoing in his skull!

"Why don't you look down and see what you look like now?"

My... current appearance?

The young lion lowered his head after hearing this, and when he lowered his head, he saw that his thighs, which were as strong as steel, were already a bloody mess. The thigh muscles that should have swelled up like the waist of an ordinary person were now abnormally thin, like a piece of wood that had been gnawed in the middle.

And the flesh and blood in it had long been deformed and crazy, just like wild flesh and blood weeds!

The epidermis rolled up like a page of a book, and the fibers inside were like red vines that broke off one by one. The broken fibers were like thin grass. The red grass seedlings stood proudly parallel to the ground, dancing happily on the gray soil, swaying in the wind.

The young lion looked at the abnormally deformed flesh on his thigh, and the muscle fibers twisted wildly like grass in the wind.

The scarlet in his vision faded quickly, and his anger dissipated for no reason, but what really frightened him was... he couldn't feel any pain at all! ! !

The connection between the nerves and the brain seemed to be severed, and it seemed to be covered by the buzzing that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The fear suppressed by the furious will swept over again, and the young lion's eyes turned black in waves, and the darkness eroded his vision and his soul.

He felt that it had been a long time, and it felt like only a moment, and the absolute darkness had already swallowed him.

He began to tremble from the bottom of his heart, not only was his spirit afraid, but even every strand of flesh and blood and every cell seemed to be trembling constantly.

In the dark world, the young lion recalled the fear that was born with him. That was the real reason why humans have been afraid of darkness since ancient times... He saw the monster that slowly walked out of the shadows!

Ahh ... "Fuck, Lion-faced man, what a piece of crap you are! You've participated in two duels, and you're just going to die like this!"

"Ah! I bet three ancient copper coins on the newcomer, and I made a killing!!!"

"Fuck, I bet an ancient silver coin on that lion-faced man, what a piece of crap!"

Yes, the noble audience was just cursing and rejoicing over the bet. No one cared about the life and death of the duelists in the arena, and no one thought that the newcomer's methods in the duel were too bizarre and strange... They had all participated in and watched the second-level or even third-level duel events.

Watson's seemingly terrifying and weird evil method was nothing more than that in their eyes. They had also witnessed the scene where the duelist lost control of his mind and mutilated himself and opened his chest at the beginning of the performance. Compared with that bloody scene... the duel just now was nothing more than that. It could only be called a slightly refreshing warm-up performance so that they could watch the subsequent duel events with an excited spirit.

There were two more second-level duels and a third-level duel to come... This was the highlight of the day.

That important duel that attracted a lot of bets involved a huge bet that would determine whether thousands of low-level workers would continue to work or lose their jobs on the spot.

But everything that followed had nothing to do with Watson. As the lowest-level first-level duelist of the Mamula Club, he didn't even have the qualifications to stay and watch other events - you have to know that other spectators had to pay a large amount of face value to get tickets.

He just returned to the waiting room silently. Although he was the winner of this duel, the show was over and his value today had been exhausted.

At this moment, when he left, even the waitress who served in dressing disappeared without a trace. Only a young man carrying a simple medicine box was waiting in the room.

The young man took out a small bottle of coal-black powder from the box, carefully poured a small amount into his palm, and then applied it to the slight scar on the duelist's thigh.

A burning pain came from the flesh and blood of the wound, and at the same time, wisps of gray smoke rose, and Watson seemed to taste some extremely bitter taste through his skin.

When the young doctor released his palm again, the soot-black powder in the opponent's palm had disappeared, and the duelist's thigh had returned to its original state without leaving even a scar.

"Mr. Duelist, your free medical opportunity has been consumed. If you want to use medical services after the next duel, please make an additional application to the club."

The young doctor only left these words, then picked up the medicine box and left.

Free medical opportunities... Watson thought about the other party's words, looked at the smooth thighs, and thought in his heart:

"Why do you feel like I've been cheated?"

"It's such a simple wound, with a little bandage, I'll probably be able to heal it when I wake up and shed my skin tomorrow."

"For this reason, I spent my only opportunity for free medical treatment... What a waste of the magic medicine just now."

Watson thought so, silently changed back into his clothes, and was about to return the way he came, when there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The visitor was none other than Mr. Yannings, who introduced Watson to join the club. He walked in with a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

"Congratulations, Mr. John! You won your first victory! You defeated the lion-faced man with a record of two wins in World War II."

Two wins in World War II - Watson almost sneered when he heard this. Are there any duelists in the club who can continue to compete after defeat? Defeat means death, so why continue?

But he still showed a hypocritical smile, "Then, Mr. Yannings, how should I convert my reward?"

"I'm here to discuss this matter with Mr. John... I don't know if Mr. Watson wants money in the world? Or currency in the hidden world? Or does he want to exchange for knowledge that will continue to climb?"

"Oh! Your club is actually willing to provide hidden secret items?"

"Haha, this is natural. Our Mamula Club has always focused on cultivating talents, especially talents like you, Mr. John... I wonder what type of secret information Mr. John wants in exchange?" Yannings stroked He turned on his round glasses and said, "Do you want the second-level sword secret? I think Mr. John is about to master the secret of the sword."

Watson slowly shook his head: "No, I want to exchange for basic knowledge about the hidden world."