Since the number of desires in a person's heart was finite, the Demon-Summoning Fist had a finite number of moves as well.
If none of the signals meant to awaken those desires drew a response, it meant the opponent truly wanted nothing.
Only someone free of desire could stand before this fist technique without a single weakness.
So the longer the Monk used it, the more uncertain he became.
If this man truly had no desires, there was nothing he could do to him.
Fortunately, the man finally showed a crack.
And the desire behind that response brought a knowing smile to the Monk's face.
So this unremarkable-looking fellow secretly harbored a desire most people struggled to control.
Lust.
As the saying went, even heroes fell for a beautiful woman. Countless men who had held the world in their hands had ultimately fallen at a woman's feet.
This man's fatal weakness was lust, too.
The Monk abruptly stopped attacking and pressed his palms together.
Luke saw him stop, fold his hands in prayer, and mutter under his breath. With no idea what the monk was up to, he stood where he was and quietly watched him put on a show.
The Monk mumbled a few indistinct Buddhist incantations, then opened his eyes wide and suddenly let out a string of sacred syllables.
The powerful sound pierced Luke's eardrums and reverberated through his mind.
The move seemed ordinary enough. Buddhist schools had similar techniques that attacked with sound waves.
Such techniques were said to have originated with the Roaring Heavenly Venerable. His Buddhist roar could shake an enemy's mind, briefly leaving anyone it struck unable to move.
But bolstered by the Demon-Summoning Heart Sutra, the Monk's technique had an entirely different effect.
Demonic Sound Piercing the Brain filled Luke's vision with