With the Zen heart of Buddhism, harnessing the fierce power of moving mountains, is the Zen of Martial Arts.
This is Shaolin.
A bright, clanging sound arose leisurely, filled with vigorous inner strength reminiscent of a Flying Eagle soaring through the sky. The longsword trembled at an unimaginable speed, losing its original power. Wang Anfeng held his left hand behind his back while his right hand retracted once and then sprung forth again.
The humming of the sword abruptly ceased.
The broken blade spun out, flying through the air. Wang Anfeng's eyes were vacant as memories flowed through his mind. His right thumb and middle finger bent, mimicking plucking a flower, knowing only its form. With the Prajna Heart of Buddhism, he transformed the external appearance of the Flower-picking Finger Technique, forcibly simulating a bit of the essence to control the broken blade between his fingers.