Return [3]

The lackeys froze, eyes wide with shock. Their underestimation of Rain vanished in an instant. They shouted, gathering their energy, launching into an all-out assault.

Rain stood firm, his posture odd yet powerful—like a tree with roots sunk deep into the earth. His stance was Wan Nian Qing, a wood-based defensive move.

His legs, solid and unmoving, felt fused with the ground. His upper body moved ever so slightly, as if swaying with the wind. He felt one with the earth beneath him, his defense seemingly invincible.

'No matter the wind, rain, or thunder, I will not falter,' Rain thought, calm and unshakable.

Pah~ Pah~

Fists and palms struck from all directions, but none could break through. It was like hitting an iron wall—Rain remained firm, absorbing every blow. His own fists responded with devastating force, smashing through the air like cannon fire.