Despite the approaching group, the young man remained calm and composed. As they charged at him, he smiled and said, "One thing you need to learn is that in a fight, having more people doesn’t necessarily mean having more power."

He waved his hand, and a whirlwind suddenly rose from the ground. The wind appeared so abruptly that everyone was caught off guard. The fierce gust drained their strength, making it impossible for them to launch any offense.

The young man in white stood poised and elegant, untouched by the chaos around him.

"Damn it. What kind of sorcery is this? Let us go!" the leader, Magath Goldstein, shouted in frustration.

The young man raised an eyebrow and replied, "Sorcery? It seems like you're all talk. If you lack the power, you should go back and avoid embarrassing yourself here."

With another wave of his hand, a gust of wind swept through the area again. This time, it didn’t harm them but instead threw Magath and his group off balance, sending them tumbling aw