Yan started the spar with Withering Torrent. Its internal backlash became clearer channels and added strength. The outward force pressed against Wei’s shield line.
Wei absorbed the first strike and redirected its edge toward the sand bank. The dummies behind him stayed intact. Yan smiled and repeated the Torrent, increasing the pressure.
Wei shifted the formation before the next strike landed. The force slid along the shields and away from the dummies. Yan prepared another burst, but a student moved too close to the outer line to see the target.
Yan caught the movement late. He pulled the strike aside. The redirected wave tore up a strip of turf beside the student’s feet. The boy jumped back, unhurt.
The observers raised the stop flag. The match ended at once.
Yan dropped the Torrent and checked the boy. “Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry. I was watching the shield and missed you.”
