While chaos erupted, Elder Zhang just… watched. His stillness was heavier than any strike. That final sigh? Not disappointment—*resignation*. Rise of the Outcast reveals power isn’t in fists, but in knowing when to let the storm pass. 🌫️🪨
That white robe? A costume of hubris. Every flourish, every smirk—Zhang’s arrogance screamed louder than his punches. Then *boom*: the red carpet became his tomb. Rise of the Outcast isn’t about kung fu—it’s about karma in silk. 😅🔥