The ash smoke stagnated above the crater, and the Evil Buddha's black flames licked the edges of the vitrified stone producing a continuous sizzling sound.
BaiShe slowly straightened up at the center of the devastation. Blood flowed down his cheek. Yet, his eyes carried no trace of fear. On the contrary, a psychopathic exaltation illuminated his purple pupils like two embers in the night. He felt his bones cracking under the effort, but his Omega Heart pulsed at a frantic rhythm, pumping torrents of Khao to repair the damage caused by his opponent's titanic punch.
The entity facing him no longer had anything of the serene monk that Chong Da had been. The Evil Buddha now measured nearly four meters tall, and its presence crushed the air around it. Its scarlet skin, inherited from the Ashura, was streaked with corrupted Buddhist tattoos that glowed with a purple light with each beat of its monstrous heart.
