Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
He lunged with full force, aiming at Jin’s throat.
Jin’s eyes—calm, serene—focused on the incoming strike. In one smooth motion, he stepped into the arc of the attack, his fingers brushing the spear's pole as he turned his body. The momentum shifted. Then, with an open palm, Jin struck the Emsgate warrior square in the chest.
Thud.
The warrior flew back, crashing onto the ground, gasping for air.
Jin clasped his hands together and bowed. “Amitabha,” he said, his voice like flowing water. “May the Buddha be with you.”