Ma Kong stands in the midst of the battlefield, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and malevolence. He can sense the humans' desperation, the frantic energy they are pouring into their array. Despite the intensity of the fight, he is merely toying with them, his true strength held in reserve.
Elder Xianthe, his blade still glowing with fiery Qi, steps forward. "You won't find me so easy to break, monster," he declares, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.
Ma Kong chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that reverberates through the plaza. "Is that so? Then show me what you've got, old man."
Elder Xianthe lunges, his sword tracing a burning arc through the air. His blade cutting toward Ma Kong with searing intensity.
