The remaining five students charged simultaneously. They raised their wooden weapons and attacked from multiple angles.
Solomon seamlessly wove through the incoming strikes. He parried a thrust with his bare forearm, stepped past the blade, and delivered a swift hook to the second attacker's jaw. The boy spun around and hit the dirt.
A third student tried a sweeping low kick. Solomon hopped over the leg and retaliated with a sharp palm strike to the boy's nose. Blood sprayed across the courtyard as the teenager stumbled backward and dropped his sword.
"Is this the peak strength of the Crimson Sun Institute?" Solomon asked, dodging another overhead chop.
He grabbed the attacker's wrist, twisted the joint outward, and swept the boy's legs from underneath him. The student slammed onto his back and gasped for breath.
