Dancing Like a Monkey

The cultivators of the Wu Clan surrounded Wen Ran, their auras oppressive, but to their surprise, he remained unfazed. Confusion was evident on their faces. Each of them wielded swords, their weapons radiating power and sharpness—one swing could easily cut through a tree. Yet, when they tried to slice through the crimson tendrils attacking them, they met a resistance as solid as iron. Their heads throbbed with frustration. This young man, barely more than a boy, held his ground against them effortlessly. No matter how they tried, they couldn't break past his defenses.

Wen Ran scanned his opponents, his aura twisting eerily through the air, oppressive and domineering. It was an impossible presence for someone still in the Spirit Gathering stage. His sharp gaze locked onto one of the men—a slight hesitation, an awkward grip on his sword. A weakness.