makeshift arena

As the students gathered around, the courtyard of Lushan Academy transformed into a makeshift arena as Wuxie and Zhang squared off, their swords gleaming in the fading light of the day.

Wuxie couldn't suppress a confident grin as he gripped the hilt of the Dreadblade, hidden beneath his cloak. The weight of the sword felt reassuring, its presence filling him with a sense of power and invincibility.

The duel began, swords clashing in a dazzling display of martial prowess. Wuxie moved with fluid grace, his movements confident and precise as he unleashed a flurry of strikes against Zhang.

At first, it seemed like Wuxie had the upper hand. His strikes were swift and powerful, each blow aimed with deadly accuracy. The courtyard echoed with the clash of steel as the two fighters danced across the makeshift arena.