'Me, good at martial arts?' Matthew almost laughed at that joke, but he had come here precisely to find martial artists to battle with.
So, of course, he wasn't going to refuse.
"Fine." He responded with a wave of his hand, signaling that he could come closer.
The air tensed, and for a brief moment, the movement around them stopped.
The gentle breeze that used to blow through the trees seemed to have stopped miles away, and only two people were left staring at each other.
An oppressive atmosphere caused the wild birds seeking refuge in the nearby trees to fly away, and even the beasts hiding nearby, waiting for their moment to attack their terrified prey, had to turn and run in the opposite direction.
'He is powerful,' Matthew thought, but he kept his eyes fixed on his movements.
He was so powerful that he could make him feel oppressed. It wasn't because of his overall strength, but because of his martial arts skills.
