Thinking Too Small

However, Maitreya had later modified this sort of thing for ambushes, and it worked just as well.

Now, the little trick he had developed was going to be used on him?

But Maitreya believed these were not prepared for him. The bodhisattvas inside were most likely still asleep.

"Four each!"

"Move fast. Try not to make too much noise."

Maitreya spoke leisurely, then charged toward the left. The old monk hesitated just as little, rushing toward the right almost in sync with him.

For a moment, they appeared remarkably coordinated.

Of course, that was also why Maitreya had sought him out. Powerful, ruthless, ambitious, and capable of working perfectly with him—there were not many people like that.

In almost an instant, the two arrived before the bodhisattvas.

Expressionless, Maitreya slapped a bodhisattva statue on the head. A faint sound rang out, and blood trickled from the shattered cracks.

At the same time, the other bodhisattva statues began to tremble, as though they had sensed something and were starting to awaken.

Unfortunately, forcefully awakening at their level still required preparation.

Even if they only needed three seconds.

That was enough.

Three seconds were enough for Maitreya to kill them ten times over.

The battle began quickly and ended just as quickly. It could not even be called a battle; it was a complete one-sided slaughter.

The two calmly disposed of the eight bodhisattva statues and returned to the center of the hall.

They did not care in the slightest that their hands were still stained with blood.

"It still feels too weak. Something's wrong."

The old monk frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice.

This was where the Buddha slept, yet there were only eight bodhisattvas guarding the place. It was not that he looked down on bodhisattvas, but compared