Su Changxing recalled the appearance of Monk Weihuo in his mind. When he first met him, he felt that his Buddha nature was very high—it was a compassionate Buddha nature.
This Buddha nature should also be the orthodox tradition of the Buddhist family.
"How can you surpass that!"
Su Changxing's lips curled slightly, and he launched another punch at the priest. The skin on his arm glowed with a brilliant golden light, so dazzling it was almost blinding.
He could steal many things—not just abilities, but also movements, expressions, behavior patterns, and even Buddha nature.
He didn't understand what Buddha nature was, but he could still imitate it by following a pattern, capturing a similar state of mind.
The card with the image of Monk Weihuo shattered in his hand, not to use Monk Weihuo's ability, but to replicate his Buddha nature.
The two collided once more, but this time Su Changxing remained immobile, while cracks appeared on the priest's arm.
"Impossible!"
