A man stepped forward, his face blurred with indistinct features. "I will start," he announced, pulling out a pair of knives in the dim light. Zhang San moved into an open area, his expression remained unchanged as he gestured for the man to approach.
"Pull out your weapon," the man demanded.
Zhang San merely shrugged. "You are not worth it," he replied coldly.
The taunt sent the man into a frenzy. With a snarl, he dashed forward, his knives descending like a cascade aimed at Zhang San. But Zhang San calmly spread out his left arm. The knives met his arm with a sharp, resonating clang, and to the shock of everyone watching, they shattered on contact.
In one fluid motion, Zhang San swung his arm again, knocking the man back effortlessly, as if swatting away a fly.
Zhang Li sighed out of disappointment. "Another batch of worthless people," she muttered under her breath.
Zhang San, now thoroughly unimpressed, surveyed the group with a cold gaze. "You might as well all come together," he taunted. "Maybe then, you'll make me draw my weapon."
His words were like a spark to dry tinder. The rest of the group, spurred on by pride , moved as a unit, encircling Zhang San and attacking from every side. The air was filled with the sound of clashing metal and grunts of exertion..
Zhang San, still rooted in his original position, deflected every incoming strike with ease. His arms moved in fast, controlled motions, and an invisible force seemed to pulse from him, pushing his attackers back. It was as if a wall of energy surrounded him, making him impenetrable and unyielding.
With a sudden burst of energy, Zhang San leaped into the air and landed in the midst of his opponents and began to systematically dismantle the alliance with his fists. Each punch was a bone-crushing blow, each kick a brutal end to any attempt at resistance. Screams of pain and the sound of bones breaking echoed through while Zhang San moved with the efficiency of a seasoned executioner.
Zhang Li who had been watching the spectacle with a critical eye noticed Wei Xi and Yan Jin standing calmly at the back unconcerned by the carnage unfolding before them. Their detachment caught her attention, and she couldn't help but address them.
"You two over there," she called out. "Do you not want to participate?"
For the first time, a trace of concern crossed Zhang San's face.
He realized that he had grossly underestimated the duo. Yan Jin, who had yet to make his move, loomed in his mind as a threat. Hosted by m_vl_em_p_yr
Distracted by the thought of a potential ambush and the viciousness of Wei Xi's strikes, Zhang San found himself slowly being overwhelmed.
In a desperate attempt to regain control, Zhang San released his blood energy in a powerful burst, creating a shockwave that pushed Wei Xi back several steps. Wei Xi, however, regained his footing almost immediately, a wide grin spreading across his face as he readied his spear once more.
"You have lost," Wei Xi declared confidently.
Before Zhang San could react further, Zhang Li stood from her chair, cutting through the tension with her voice. "It's over, Zhang San. They pass."
Zhang San glanced at his sister with disbelief. "How can they win? It hasn't even been five minutes yet!"
Wei Xi chuckled, tucking his spear back as he pointed upward. "Look above."
Zhang San's eyes followed the direction of Wei Xi's gesture, before settling on a dozen throwing knives hovering ominously above him, each one ready to strike at any moment'.
His heart sank as he turned his head to look at Yan Jin, who still stood calmly in the corner, his hand slightly raised as if commanding the knives with a mere thought.
"Soul Master..." Zhang San whispered.
Zhang Li's eyes gleamed with excitement as she addressed the pair. "Come with me! You have given me a nice surprise. Let's settle in and discuss," she said