Wei Long and Xi Na launched a relentless assault, their attacks merging into a storm of power and technique.
Wei Long's massive prehistoric frame moved with terrifying speed, his claws raking through the air, his tail sweeping in devastating arcs.
Xi Na, still merged with Glock'Nine, danced between Wei Long's brutal onslaught, her strikes precise, her qi-infused fists cracking like thunder as they sought to pierce Elder Shao Yun's defenses.
But Elder Shao Yun did not falter.
Instead, he smirked—a slow, creeping, utterly condescending smirk that curled his lipstick-painted lips with twisted amusement.
With each attack hurled his way, he swayed just slightly, dodging by mere inches.
He moved like a specter, his grotesque humanoid pig form shifting effortlessly, making it seem as though their combined assault was little more than a child's tantrum against an immovable force.
