บท 58: Elite Disciples End-3

As the disciples charged towards him, Wang Chen smirked and muttered under his breath, "Looks like the party's just getting started." He met their attack head-on, effortlessly deflecting their strikes with his sword. The disciples were clearly outmatched, and their frustration began to show.

"Come on, is that all you've got?" Wang Chen taunted, as he dodged a particularly clumsy blow. "I was hoping for a little bit more of a challenge." He struck back with lightning-fast strikes, each blow hitting its mark with deadly accuracy.

The sound of metal clashing filled the air, as the disciples continued to press their attack. But Wang Chen was a master of his craft, and his movements were as fluid and graceful as a river. He seemed to be enjoying himself, a wicked grin on his face as he danced between his opponents.

The disciples were no match for Wang Chen's skill and strength. One by one, they fell to his sword, their bodies collapsing to the ground in a heap.