News of Shenlong's return spread quickly, and it wasn't long before his old rivals took notice. In the training courtyard, several of the younger clan members gathered, watching him with a mix of curiosity and disdain. Among them was Xian Lei, who had been one of the loudest voices in calling him "trash" after his engagement was called off.
"Shenlong," Xian Lei sneered, stepping forward with a smug grin, "you've returned. And what, pray tell, have you come back for? To show us how well you've perfected the art of failure?"
Some of the onlookers snickered, enjoying the spectacle.
Shenlong met Xian Lei's gaze with a calm, steady stare. "I've returned to train, to restore my honor, and to contribute to the clan's strength."
Xian Lei laughed, shaking his head. "Honor? Contribute? What can a weakling like you contribute other than shame?"
With a deliberate calmness, Shenlong stepped forward, his voice soft but unyielding. "Xian Lei, I am more than willing to prove myself. Shall we spar?"
There was a murmur among the onlookers. This was a surprising challenge, given Shenlong's previous reputation. Some were curious if he had really made progress, while others were certain he would be humiliated yet again.
Xian Lei's eyes narrowed, clearly relishing the opportunity. "If you insist on embarrassing yourself, then so be it."
The two squared off, with the clan's members forming a circle around them. Xian Lei moved first, launching a basic but powerful strike aimed at Shenlong's midsection. Shenlong stepped aside with an agility and ease that took his opponent off guard.
The spar escalated quickly, with Xian Lei attacking fiercely, his moves precise and fast. Yet, Shenlong countered each blow with a fluidity and strength that shocked the onlookers. His movements were controlled, almost effortless, as though he were toying with Xian Lei.
With a final, sweeping move, Shenlong caught Xian Lei off balance, pinning him to the ground. The courtyard fell silent.
Shenlong released him, stepping back with a respectful bow. "Thank you for the match, Xian Lei."
Humiliated and furious, Xian Lei scrambled to his feet, glaring. But he knew better than to challenge Shenlong again—he had felt the change in his strength.
The crowd murmured in astonishment, and Shenlong caught a few whispers: "How did he improve so much?" "Did he… was it all an act?" The intrigue was undeniable, and Shenlong felt the eyes of the clan members watching him with renewed interest. He knew this was only the beginning.