Too much to hit.
Listen to this reasonable tone.
The two groups immediately started fighting, engaging in an intense brawl. Zhou Dailai wished he could strip off his shirt and burn all his energy, making them understand the consequences of angering him: "You're trying to snatch my Purple Weapon! You’re trying to snatch my Purple Weapon! I'll make you regret it for trying to snatch my Purple Weapon!"
"No need to snatch; that’s not called snatching. If you can’t match me in skill, admit defeat and stop embarrassing yourself!"
Amidst the chaos—
Xie Yu watched helplessly as the mask-wearing teenager who had started this conflict moved gracefully through the fray without a care, eventually slipping away unnoticed. His swimming technique was so good that no one noticed him leaving.
When he stepped out of the fray, he even combed his hair with a hand.
Very attentive to his image.
...
It was midsummer, and this person wore long sleeves and long pants, still wearing a mask, making it impossible to see their features clearly.
He seemed to want to go under the shade too. Looking around, there was only one spot without direct sunlight where Xie Yu stood, so another person joined him soon.
The masked man was tall, half a head taller than Xie Yu.
They stood side by side watching the fight. He then took out a lollipop from his pocket, it was pink and strawberry-flavored. He quickly peeled off the wrapper; the heat had melted some of it, filling the air with an overly sweet smell that Xie Yu could detect.
Then he took off his mask, leaving the black fabric hanging loosely around his chin as he ate the candy. His patience for eating didn't last long; after a while, he bit into it and began to look around, only then realizing that another person might be from the opposing side also trying to claim the Purple Weapon.
Xie Yu couldn’t hold back: "What are you staring at?"
The masked man was unfazed as Xie Yu pointed out his gaze. He calmly pulled his mask back up, his fingers gripping the edge of the fabric. The contrast between his dark skin and the black fabric made him look unnaturally pale: "You're also on their side?"
Xie Yu replied: "So what if I am."
The masked man thought for a moment, then said: "Friend, want to have a little match with me?"
Despite the brutal fight going on, Xie Yu didn’t feel like getting involved. "Friend, save your life," he advised.
The masked man rolled his sleeves up twice, revealing thin, taut wrists. "Coincidence, I like to seek death."
After two rounds of fighting, Xie Yu had to admit that this person was surprisingly skilled.
They fought with such precision and speed; a hit could hurt from the surface all the way down to the bone.
Xie Yu, having grown up in crowds, knew well how to take hits. He hadn’t been on the receiving end for ten years after being mostly aggressive himself.