3: I know a little bit about boxing

"Ah!"

Yun Que struggled frantically, his weapon flailing wildly in his hand, striking towards the monk.

Tang Ku’s right fist exerted force again, pressing his head, which had just struggled free, back into the ground. At the same time, his left hand grabbed the weapon in Yun Que’s hand, twisted it sharply, and Yun Que’s wrist instantly deformed, twisting into a pretzel shape.

The intense pain caused his body to instantly go limp. Tang Ku directly threw the weapon from his hand aside, and then began an output like a pile driver.

His fists rained down heavily on the massive body. Yun Que, under such a powerful attack, had no time to react and could only passively take the beating.

What was hateful was that the monk’s fists could not only injure his physical body, but the pure and incomparable Buddha Power infused into his fists could actually directly harm his soul!

After dozens of punches, the monk finally stopped. Then, he grabbed the dying Yun Que, pulling him out like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, pinching his wings, and sneering, "Poor Monk originally intended to discuss Mahayana Buddha Dharma with you, benefactor, but now it seems you are quite unwilling. Fortunately, Poor Monk knows a little about fisticuffs. Perhaps you will find this method easier to accept, won’t you!"

Yun Que’s mouth twitched, his face, so swollen that it was unrecognizable, lifted. He raised his swollen eyelids, mumbling something incoherently.

"What? What did you say? Alas, you little bird are still not obedient. It seems Poor Monk’s persuasion has no effect. Let’s have another round then!"

The monk raised his fist, intending to strike his face.

"Wh-what, if you want to ask something, just ask!"

Yun Que’s words were very loud, allowing Tang Ku to barely understand him.

"I said, if you want to ask something, just ask!"

"Oh, my apologies, Poor Monk hasn’t asked yet, have I!" Tang Ku sneered, "I want to ask about Mahayana Buddha Dharma. Do you understand it?"

Yun Que remained silent for a long time before saying, "Just kill me!"

He was saying: Just kill me!

"Hmm, what did you say the fourth point was?" Tang Ku feigned contemplation, then chuckled, "The fourth point, you, a small pigeon demon, took a punch from me and were actually fine. Does that count?"

Yun Que cursed inwardly: "I’m already beaten into this bird-like state by you, and you call that fine? You’re insulting birds! This is an insult a scholar would rather die than endure!"

However, his mouth was so swollen like a gorilla’s that even if he wanted to argue, he couldn’t, so he could only roll his eyes in anger.

"First, I need to ask you a few questions. If all your answers can satisfy me, perhaps I can leave you a complete corpse! If not... well, you know the consequences!"

Seeing that the time was right, Tang Ku narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Don’t think that dying will solve everything. Even if you die, I still have ways to capture your soul for interrogation. At that time, you will experience a feeling even more terrifying than death. Believe me, you won’t want to feel that!"

"Damn it, who exactly is the evil cultist between us? How are you even more wicked than me?"

However, even if he was stupid, he knew that this person in front of him could not be provoked right now, so he could only swallow his anger and nod his head!

"Hmm, first, I need to know, have all the Heavenly Gods and Buddhas truly been... well, killed or something by your master?"

Tang Ku couldn’t think of a word to describe this state, so he vaguely asked, confident that Yun Que knew what he meant.

Yun Que indeed knew, and without thinking, he nodded.

Smack!

Tang Ku swung his hand, hitting the back of Yun Que’s head, and said sternly, "I told you to speak! What do you mean by nodding?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."

Yun Que originally wanted to lash out, but seeing the bulging veins on the monk’s forehead, he knew he couldn’t touch this sensitive spot, so he quickly said several "yes"s!

"Hmm, this is a very good start..." Tang Ku smiled coldly, "Then, the second question: Why does your master want you to trick me over? What does he plan to do?"

Yun Que hesitated for a moment, then, with all his might, made his words clearer and said earnestly, "Our master saw that you were still alive and was very surprised. He hopes I can bring you over for research!"

"Research?" Tang Ku frowned slightly. This word alone was worth pondering.

"To research your unique body structure. He believes that you didn’t die because there’s something wrong with your body structure!"

Yun Que hastily explained.

"Body structure!"

Tang Ku suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, "These two words are quite interesting! Hmm, has he been monitoring everything in Spirit Mountain all this time?"

"Master is omnipotent. He can see every corner of the entire world!" Yun Que suddenly said, "I advise you not to oppose Master. Submitting to him is your best choice!"

"You shouldn’t have said that last part!"

Tang Ku suddenly revealed a dangerous smile, raising his fist and saying, "Do you know? Unless you are not very important to your master, otherwise, as you said, if he can see any corner of the world, wouldn’t he send someone to save you?"

A trace of fear suddenly appeared on Yun Que’s face. Perhaps... Master truly didn’t have that ability?

"No, that’s not right, I can feel it, he is still monitoring us, his eyes have not left Spirit Mountain!"

Yun Que actually started to smile eerily: "Heh heh heh, hahahahahahaha, he gave up, he gave me up, this is his style, this is his style! Hahahahaha... Monk, you are truly very clever, but I still have to tell you one thing: you’re finished, you’re on Master’s kill list, you’re dead!"

A dangerous aura emanated from Yun Que, causing Tang Ku’s heart to suddenly pound. In his eyes, the data displayed by the System for the 'strength' attribute suddenly turned into a series of question marks. Immediately after, a bright light spread from his chest, as hot as magma...

"Holy crap..."

Tang Ku instantly understood what he was going to do. With a flick of his hand, he directly threw Yun Que’s thousand-pound body into the air.

Boom!

A mushroom cloud suddenly rose, and a violent shockwave, mixed with powerful destructive energy, swept over. Tang Ku realized something was wrong, and he quickly ducked down, pulling the jinlan kasaya beside him over himself, curling his body into a ball!

Boom!

After about five minutes, feeling the external tremors disappear, he finally lifted the kasaya. He found that everything had returned to peace. The Buddha Hall stood majestically, not destroyed in the slightest by the violent explosion. However, a peak in front of the Great Thunderclap Temple Buddha Hall had been cleanly erased, leaving a huge, almost semi-circular gap, showing the immense power of its self-detonation.

Looking left and right, Tang Ku picked up a burnt, strangely shaped insect that resembled a fly on the nearby ground, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It seems the truth is pretty much as I guessed!"