Ximen Wei took a deep breath, his mind and heart conflicted. He had always prided himself on being a peaceful person, one who abhorred violence and the taking of lives. But now, he found himself in a situation where he had to make an exception. The thought of taking another person's life was a heavy burden, but it was a necessary evil if he wanted to return to his beloved Earth.
He clutched the iron shard tightly in his hand, his eyes focused intently on the group of four patrolmen who were laughing and chatting loudly. The thought of the atrocities committed by the Song Family, and the fact that these guards had stood idly by, only fueled his resolve. It was a small measure of comfort to know that by taking them down, he would be delivering justice to all the innocent souls who had suffered and perished in this place.
As he waited for the right moment, his mind raced with conflicting thoughts. He knew that this act would stay with him for a long time, haunting him and making him question his own morality. But, he also knew that these guards were the villains who had plagued this world and it was his duty to rid it of their evil influence.
Finally, the moment he had been waiting for arrived. A loud explosion in the distance caught the attention of the guards, giving Ximen Wei a chance to strike unnoticed.
Ximen Wei was a force to be reckoned with as he charged at his opponent with ferocity in his eyes. With lightning-fast reflexes, he plunged the shard into the guard's body with brutal precision, leaving the man paralyzed and writhing in pain as the blood gushed out from the wound. The scene was a gruesome one, with splatters of red spreading out in all directions.
With a fierce determination, Ximen Wei pivoted towards the next guard, delivering a devastating kick to the man's groin. The sickening crunch of bones echoed through the air, and the guard crumpled to the ground in agony, unable to make a sound as he lost consciousness from the pain.
The remaining two guards were taken aback by Ximen Wei's brutal efficiency, but they were not going to stand idly by. Drawing their swords, they stepped forward, unsheathing their weapons with a sharp metallic ring. With no hesitation, they launched into a fierce attack, their swords flashing through the air as they attempted to bring down the young warrior in front of them. However, Ximen Wei's cultivation base gave him an edge, allowing him to dodge and strike back with lightning-fast movements. The two guards were relentless, but they were no match for Ximen Wei's deadly skills.
The group of seasoned warriors stood frozen in fear as they felt the intense waves of energy pulsating from the small frame of Ximen Wei. Despite his tender age of just 10 years old, the aura of power that radiated from him was unlike anything they had ever encountered. The air around him was thick with an ominous energy, as if death itself was lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.
The group knew that they had to act fast, and put an end to this child's reign of terror before it was too late. They could sense that, if they did not take him down now, they would be doomed to face an inevitable death. They felt their hearts beating fast, their palms getting sweaty, as they prepared to attack.
However, Ximen Wei was not one to be underestimated. Despite being a mere Level 1 Qi Trainee, his reflexes were lightning-fast. He swiftly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the first strike. Despite this, the warriors managed to land a hit, and a long gash appeared on Ximen Wei's back. Blood flowed freely from the wound, but he didn't let it slow him down.
The warriors were shocked at the level of strength Ximen Wei was able to wield, even though he was in the early stages of pre-Qi Ascension. It was clear that the amount of power he could exert was limited, but it was still far beyond what a normal 10-year-old should be able to do. He had already used up a significant amount of energy and stamina by breaking through the prison bars and taking down two guards in one swift surprise attack.
Ximen Wei groaned in pain, his body writhing in agony as an unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed him. He had never experienced anything like this in either his current life or his previous one. Despite the overwhelming pain, he refused to give in and desperately reached for one of the guard's fallen swords, determined to defend himself.
His opponents, however, were one step ahead of him. They knew exactly what he was trying to do and with lightning quick reflexes, they swung their swords downwards with fearsome force. Ximen Wei's heart raced as he frantically dodged the first sword, only to find himself facing another blade that came crashing down towards him. He realized with a sinking feeling that he was completely outmatched, his small and undernourished body unable to keep up with their powerful attacks.
With no combat skills to speak of, no weapon to defend himself, and no armor or gear to protect him, Ximen Wei was at a severe disadvantage. He was in the body of a weak and frail child, barely fed for years, and with no hope of defeating his opponents. But he refused to give up, his eyes blazing with determination as he braced himself for the next attack.
Ximen Wei was barely able to dodge their attacks, but he was determined to survive. He focused his energy and let out an incantation, his voice trembling as he spoke. The air around him began to swirl, the Qi particles moving in a rhythmic pattern. Ximen Wei felt the power of the incantation as it gave him the strength he needed to defend himself. With a fierce determination, he summoned his inner strength and bellowed out,
"Qi Technique - Iron Fist!"