Misty and unclear, the knife energy wasn't real. It seemed more like a dream of the most painful memory that he kept hidden in the depths of his heart.
He was abandoned as a child, tasked to clean the temple, and often longed for someone to offer him incense... It was as if he had returned to the time when he was learning zen. For a long time, Master Leopard couldn't shake himself out of his reverie.
The saber closed in on him slowly, like it was about to shatter the tranquility.
Not everyone shared the same heart of zen. Master Leopard stood there in a trance, watching the blade move closer and closer to him.
Something strange happened just then. Though his aura was in perfect harmony, he pushed his palm out while still in his dazed state!
Like a puppet, he pushed both his palms outward under the influence of the other four monks. His palms bore tremendous force and his arms appeared to bulge as he hit the blade from both sides.
