The academy's courtyard was alive with the sounds of students sparring, the clashing of wooden swords, and the rhythmic chants of incantations. Pan Zhang and Cheng Dong stood side by side, discussing their latest training exercises and the intricacies of qi manipulation.
As they walked toward the training grounds, their conversation was interrupted by a commotion nearby. Pan Zhang's sharp eyes caught sight of a group of older students surrounding a younger boy, their expressions menacing. The boy, barely ten years old, cowered under their intimidating presence, his eyes wide with fear.
"Hand over your lunch money, kid," one of the older boys sneered, shoving the younger one roughly.
Pan Zhang's blood boiled at the sight of such blatant bullying. Memories of his own struggles and the hardships he had faced in his past life surged within him, fueling his anger. He exchanged a glance with Cheng Dong, whose face mirrored his own indignation.
"We can't let this happen," Pan Zhang said, his voice low but firm.
Cheng Dong nodded. "Agreed. Let's put a stop to this."
The two boys stepped forward, their presence immediately drawing the attention of the bullies. The leader of the group, a burly boy named Zhao Ming, turned to face them, his eyes narrowing with annoyance.
"What's this? The great Pan Zhang and his sidekick think they can interfere?" Zhao Ming jeered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Pan Zhang met his gaze unflinchingly. "Leave him alone, Zhao Ming. Bullying is beneath you."
Zhao Ming's expression darkened, and he took a step closer, his posture threatening. "Or what? You think you can take us all on?"
Without waiting for an answer, Zhao Ming lunged at Pan Zhang, his fist aimed at Pan Zhang's face. Pan Zhang sidestepped the attack with practiced ease, his movements fluid and controlled. He countered with a swift strike to Zhao Ming's midsection, causing the bully to stagger backward, gasping for breath.
The other bullies, momentarily shocked by the turn of events, quickly regained their composure and rushed at Pan Zhang and Cheng Dong. The courtyard erupted into chaos as the fight ensued, the sounds of battle echoing through the academy grounds.
Pan Zhang moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, his previous life's experience guiding his every action. He parried and struck with calculated efficiency, each movement a testament to his training. Beside him, Cheng Dong fought with equal determination, his strategic mind anticipating and countering the bullies' attacks.
The younger students gathered around, watching in awe as the two friends held their ground against the larger group. The fight was intense, but Pan Zhang and Cheng Dong's synergy and skill soon began to overwhelm their opponents.
With a final, powerful blow, Pan Zhang sent Zhao Ming sprawling to the ground. The other bullies, seeing their leader defeated, hesitated and then retreated, their confidence shattered. The courtyard fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of the combatants.
Pan Zhang extended a hand to the younger boy, who had been watching the fight with wide eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked gently.
The boy nodded, his fear giving way to gratitude. "Thank you, Pan Zhang. I... I didn't know what to do."
Pan Zhang smiled reassuringly. "It's alright. You're safe now. But remember, you must stand up for yourself and others. Bullying has no place here."
As the younger boy ran off, likely to find comfort among his friends, Pan Zhang turned to Cheng Dong, who was catching his breath. "Good job," Pan Zhang said, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
Cheng Dong grinned. "Likewise. I think we made our point."
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Later that evening, as Pan Zhang and Cheng Dong sat by the lotus pond, the events of the day still fresh in their minds, they reflected on the fight.
"Standing up to bullies is important," Cheng Dong said, staring at the water's reflection. "But it's just one part of being a cultivator. We need to strive to create a better environment for everyone."
Pan Zhang nodded in agreement. "You're right. Strength isn't just about fighting. It's about protecting those who can't protect themselves and fostering a sense of justice and fairness."
Their conversation was interrupted by the approach of Master Li, his expression unreadable. "I heard about what happened today," he said, his tone neither approving nor disapproving.
Pan Zhang and Cheng Dong stood up, bowing respectfully. "We couldn't just stand by and let the bullying continue, Master Li," Pan Zhang explained.
Master Li regarded them thoughtfully. "Your actions were commendable, but remember that there are always consequences. The academy is a place of learning and discipline. I expect you to uphold its principles."
"Yes, Master Li," they both replied in unison.
Master Li's stern expression softened slightly. "Very well. Return to your dormitories and reflect on today's events. Tomorrow is a new day, and there is much to learn."
As Master Li walked away, Pan Zhang felt a renewed sense of purpose. The fight had been a test not just of their physical abilities, but of their character and resolve. With Cheng Dong by his side and the guidance of their teachers, he was confident that they could face any challenge that came their way.
The moon rose high above the academy, casting a gentle glow over the lotus pond. Pan Zhang and Cheng Dong sat quietly, the bond between them stronger than ever. The path of cultivation was long and arduous, but together, they would navigate its trials with unwavering determination and a steadfast commitment to justice.