"No, Mr. Yan Huan, I won't take life."
Samsara clenched her fists and took a deep breath.
"We are merely sparring..."
"Sugata's parinirvana was his own choice. I thank you for being willing to grant him a chance at rebirth, but I will not break my precepts for it."
"Really?" Yan Huan tilted his head.
"Fine then, if you don't slaughter him, this automaton won't come back."
"If you defeat him, the Xianzhou Alliance will grant Danlun Temple a chance at asylum, though I must warn you, this fellow isn't weak now. You won't win unless you transform into your wolf form."
"...This monk understands."
Samsara nodded, looking at Luka as he slowly raised his iron arms, her gaze resolute.
"Kind benefactors, please forgive me, I am about to show you the ferocious appearance of a Buli Ren."
"...This is not for slaughter or victory, but simply the hope that someone might hear the perseverance of a little temple. To know the hardships of the petitioning monastics all along this road, and the obsession of thirteen thousand civilians yearning to live on."
She assumed a fighting stance. "Protector Monk Pili, Wisdom Crowd Sutra Master Tuona, Acolyte Sugata, and Cultivation Monk Samsara, please instruct benefactor Luka!"
"I understand Miss Samsara's feelings!" Luka's gaze burned.
"I will also go all out. This match is my respect for all the monks of Danlun Temple!"
On the arena, Luka and Samsara, transformed into the appearance of a Buli Wolf Soldier, fought fiercely together, trading blows in a heated clash.
Meanwhile, Yan Huan stood at the edge of the arena, silently activating Sugata before asking him a question.
"Given that Samsara is a Buli Ren, and Buli Ren disguise themselves as Foxians, then here is the question: how are there still female Buli Ren?"
"...?"