Trouble Comes Knocking

Compared to the demeanor of the sword-wielding figure before him, Xiao Ming felt as insignificant as a three-year-old child at the sight of his unmatched skill.

A faint green halo, as thin as a veil of smoke, gathered around the man's skin, shimmering with an eerie light. It was the subtle aura of mastery, one that Xiao Ming could only dream of reaching.

WHOOSH!

With a barely audible grunt, one so quiet it could almost be mistaken for a whisper, the mysterious figure made a swift forward strike into the empty air before him.

The resulting shockwave tore through the surrounding mountainous environment, shaking the very earth beneath their feet.

The sound of chaotic winds echoed, filling the air as the landscape seemed to recoil in fear.

As the strike connected, a silver phantom—an ethereal mirror of the sword-wielding figure—materialized.