While exploring the sect's vast grounds, the twins encountered a group of young masters, disciples known for their arrogance and skill.
"You must be the branch family prodigies," one sneered. His aura was strong, but unrefined in a way that made Michael smirk.
Matthew stepped forward calmly. "And you are?"
The boy's eyes narrowed. "I am the heir of the Crimson Wind Clan. You've been praised for your skills, but let's see if the rumors are true."
Without warning, the boy summoned a burst of Qi toward Michael. Instinctively, Michael countered, and in that instant, the twins' combined reflexes allowed them to neutralize the attack with minimal effort.
Matthew's hands glowed faintly with spiritual energy. The herbs he carried around his belt released subtle Qi, enhancing his reflexes and perception. He moved with precision, supporting Michael's defense seamlessly.
The boy stepped back, eyes wide with shock. "How… how are you controlling energy like that?"
Michael smiled faintly. "You underestimate us."
As the crowd of spectators murmured in astonishment, the dragon turtle whispered in the twins' minds:
This is only a taste of the challenges to come. Strength alone will not suffice; wisdom, preparation, and timing are just as important.