Amidst the serene backdrop of the training grounds, a troubling scene unfolded before you as you rushed forward, your heart racing with concern. The once lively arena now lay in disarray, bodies strewn about, each bearing the aftermath of an unexpectedly intense sparring session.

Despite the chaos, you hurried to assess the extent of the damage, though deep down, you knew it was mostly to their pride rather than their bodies. The clash had been fierce, leaving behind a trail of shattered confidence amidst the disciples' exhausted forms. Fu Jian stood amidst the aftermath, his expression stoic and unyielding. His form, though marked by the scuffle, bore no trace of remorse. Instead, there was a quiet determination in his gaze, a testament to his unwavering resolve. As you approached, you could sense the defiance emanating from him, a silent declaration of his prowess.

It was evident that Fu Jian saw the spar as a test, an opportunity to prove his mettle against his fellow disciples. In his mind, they had willingly entered into the challenge, seeking to assert their dominance and undermine his position as your disciple. And in response, he had merely obliged, meeting their challenge head-on with all the skill and ferocity at his disposal