Silent Fury

Dobroslav looked at Xia, his eyes filled with anticipation. "They'll make excellent sparring partners for you," he declared. Xia's gaze sparkled with determination as she met Dobroslav's eyes, responding eagerly, "Yes, young master!" With her sword drawn, she surged towards their adversaries, her resolve unwavering.

Dobroslav's eyes tracked the intense duel between Xia and her opponents, arms crossed in observation. He marvelled at Xia's swift and precise movements, her body radiating a potent aura of rank 15. The clash of swords resounded through the air, a symphony of steel meeting steel.

Xia exhibited remarkable skill, effortlessly parrying attacks with precision and overwhelming her adversaries with the sheer power of her sword. A smirk graced Dobroslav's lips as he witnessed her dominance over her foes. His confidence in Xia's abilities remained unwavering, knowing the depths of her potential.

However, just as victory appeared within Xia's reach, Wei Jian, seizing a fleeting opportunity, launched a sudden attack. His blade grazed Xia's side, tearing a small fragment from her hem. The audacity of his move ignited a surge of anger in Dobroslav's veins, his eyes narrowing with unbridled fury.

Dobroslav advanced with calculated precision toward Wei Jian and his underlings. Slowly and deliberately, he unsheathed his sword, its blade gleaming with a cold and ominous light. A surge of sword qi erupted from Dobroslav's body, enveloping the surrounding area in an overwhelming presence. The sheer intensity of his sword qi pressure was so potent that bystanders nearby were forced to their knees.

In a blur, Dobroslav dashed to the side of Wei Jian's henchmen, their heads rolling before they could even register his lightning-quick movement.

Furious at the sight of his underlings being cut down, Wei Jian roared in rage, "How dare you slay my lackeys! I'll teach you a lesson!" His malevolent gaze then turned toward Xia, his expression turning lecherous as he added, "And afterward, I'll have some fun with your's"

Without a moment's hesitation, Dobroslav closed the distance between them and unleashed a swift, powerful strike, aiming directly at Wei Jian's sword hand. The force of the blow was so intense that it sent Wei Jian's sword flying out of his grip, leaving him defenceless and vulnerable.

Wei Jian staggered back, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief. He had gravely underestimated Dobroslav's power, and now he found himself at the mercy of his opponent. His arrogance shattered, he knew he had no choice but to retreat. "You will regret this!" he spat, before hastily retreating with his tail between his legs.

Dobroslav's eyes blazed with a mixture of rage and contempt as he picked up Wei Jian's sword and hurled it at him with deadly accuracy. "You forgot something!" he taunted.

Wei Jian turned back, only to see the sword light hurtling towards him. His own sword impaled his right leg, causing him to collapse to the ground in excruciating pain. His agonised screams pierced the air, filling the surroundings with the sound of his torment.

Dobroslav advanced slowly towards the panicked Wei Jian, his pace deliberate and ominous. He halted just in front of the distressed man, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Still a fan of surprise attacks?" he taunted.

Wei Jian, still writhing in agony, remained silent in response.

With a swift and forceful motion, Dobroslav hoisted Wei Jian up with a single hand, delivering a series of resounding slaps to his cheeks. Each slap struck with such ferocity that it sent Wei Jian tumbling into unconsciousness.

Disgusted, Dobroslav discarded him with a contemptuous toss, muttering, "Trash"

Xia observed the scene with a mixture of awe and admiration, her respect for Dobroslav's formidable strength deepening with every passing moment. She had previously witnessed his combat prowess, but this ruthless display of retribution against Wei Jian left her momentarily speechless.

The other Silverpeak University candidates surveyed the aftermath of the battle, impressed by Dobroslav's power yet undaunted by the bloodshed, understanding that the cultivation world frequently required the use of force.