This is a magician, this is a Dragon Descendant.
This is a natural spellcaster, the favored child of magical power.
Nine fireballs, each the size of a human head, appeared in front of the right hand and then howled towards Zhi Zhang Monk.
The next second, an earth-shattering explosion ensued.
"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
...
Nine explosions, nine fireworks, the entire corridor was engulfed in flames and heat.
"Amitabha, why must the benefactor be so impatient?"
"Majestic Gratitude Palm."
A Buddhist chant suddenly resounded, followed by a glowing blue palm print that started small but expanded, extinguishing all the flames and heat.
The crowd's vision was restored, and they saw the Great Monk's left hand forming a seal while his right hand raised upward with a single palm, holding the sawtoothed butcher knife.
"We workers have a strong sense of timing; do you think everyone loafs around like you monks who do nothing productive?"
