Just then, the little monk used this petal as a weapon to neutralize the team leader's strike before turning the sword into a lump of iron.
Impossible! Feng Wu thought that she was seeing things.
The man gave the monk a long look and turned to leave.
However, he was only able to take a few steps before he heard the monk's unhurried voice from behind. "Sir, I'd rather you stay."
The man's stomach lurched; staying here was the last thing he wanted to do. He immediately started running!
Feng Wu watched as the little monk sighed quietly. "Well, Sir, I'm afraid that you'll have to leave something behind."
After that, a small petal flew out from between the monk's fingers.
The petal shot out at an unbelievable speed!
The man had taken the lead and was running very fast, but —
Either the monk was too capable, or the petal was too spectacular.
Thud!
The petal flew toward the man and cut his right arm off!
