General Zhang Li
A man stepped forward, his face blurred with indistinct features. "I will start," he announced, pulling out a pair of knives in the dim light. Zhang San moved into an open area, his expression remained unchanged as he gestured for the man to approach.
"Pull out your weapon," the man demanded.
Zhang San merely shrugged. "You are not worth it," he replied coldly.
The taunt sent the man into a frenzy. With a snarl, he dashed forward, his knives descending like a cascade aimed at Zhang San. But Zhang San calmly spread out his left arm. The knives met his arm with a sharp, resonating clang, and to the shock of everyone watching, they shattered on contact. In one fluid motion, Zhang San swung his arm again, knocking the man back effortlessly, as if swatting away a fly.
Zhang Li sighed out of disappointment. "Another batch of worthless people," she muttered under her breath.