Fate

Yuan Bo lowered his sword with a deliberate motion, its blade gleaming. With a subtle twist of his wrist, all the countless swords surged forward in unison.

"Hmm?" Feng Shen stood still, his hands calmly clasped behind his back. He exhaled softly, almost in disappointment, as he glanced down at his side.

The wound from earlier was now fully healed, the skin beneath his torn robes unblemished. With a faint smirk, he turned his attention back to the incoming assault, his eyes narrowing.

"A rude invitation to a dance…" Feng Shen murmured, stepping forward:

"Very well, then. Let us dance!"

In a blur, Feng Shen launched himself toward the swords.

The first blade came within inches of his face, but with a deft movement, he twisted his body, letting the weapon whistle past him harmlessly.

Feng Shen planted his foot on the flat of another sword, using it as a springboard to vault higher.