None of the supreme experts had anticipated that Tang Sanzang would actually attempt to take them all on single-handedly.
One of the great powers from the Middle Ages spoke up, his voice laced with skepticism. "Tang Sanzang, I have roamed the Three Realms since long before the Journey to the West. If the Great Sage Equal to Heaven is acknowledged as the supreme god of war of the Three Realms, we yield to that, for even his Heart-Monkey could hold its own against several of us combined. But as far as I know, whether during your past life as Golden Cicada, your time on the Journey to the West, or your second attainment of Buddhahood, combat prowess was never your forte. If it were, why were you always so fond of reasoning with those powerful demons? It was clearly because your fists weren't hard enough."
Everyone present felt this analysis was spot on. As beings at the pinnacle of existence, they were people of action, not words; why waste breath on opponents weaker than oneself?
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