In the dimly lit room, the reverberating clank of iron against the wall echoed as Renxian evaded every bandit onslaught. His nimble movements and precise counterattacks forced the burly opponent to stagger backward with each formidable strike.
"Too slow," Renxian remarked calmly, seemingly unchallenged by the bandit's efforts. "Even rats move faster than you."
"You talk a lot, you bastard!" The bandit, fueled by frustration, gathered his strength, rose to his feet, and once more swung his weapon at Renxian.
The man in hanfu took a step back, dodged the object that was now stuck in the cracked floor, and leaped toward the bandit. With a forward kick, Renxian managed to separate him with his battle axe and pushed him back as he received his assault.
