As the saying goes, one can tell if there is mastery as soon as a professional makes a move.
The Tathagata and Wutian Buddha each made a move, with both only exhibiting a single technique.
However, it was this very move that allowed both the Tathagata and Wutian Buddha to roughly gauge each other's abilities.
"Worthy of the Tathagata, indeed? Such strength is not weak! Hardly any different from mine!" Muttering to himself as he looked at his completely broken finger, Wutian Buddha inwardly remarked.
At the same time, his other hand grasped the broken finger and forcefully snapped it back into place.
With a crack, he directly reset the bone in his finger.
It seemed as if there was nothing unusual about it.
"The Wutian Buddha is truly fearsome, his power is fully on par with mine!" Looking at the transparent hole in his own palm, Tathagata grew even more silent, his heart heavy with apprehension.