That Elder's face darkened, veins bulging at his temple as his fury boiled over.
"Impudent brat!" he snarled, his tone thick with malice. "You dare speak such venom before the whole school? You need to be taught respect!"
That elder's spiritual energy erupted in a violent surge, condensing into a spectral, glowing palm that crackled with power.
With a sharp motion, the palm shot forward, barreling toward the boy like an unstoppable avalanche.
The students scattered, terrified.
"He's finished," someone whispered as they dove for cover.
But the boy didn't flinch. Instead, he stood firm, his gaze locked on the incoming attack.
At the last moment, he raised his arm, his fist enveloped in a faint, glowing energy.
With precision and force, he struck forward, meeting the elder's palm head-on.