*(A Playfully Rewritten Version for Western Audiences)*
The courtyard buzzed with the energy of a Marvel movie trailer. All eyes locked on the pint-sized prodigy, Lin San—the so-called "Chosen One" from Heavenly Heart City. Whispers spread like wildfire: *"Is that the kid who soloed a dragon… with a toothpick?!"*
Lin San stood coolly, his tiny sword gleaming like a lightsaber borrowed from a Star Wars convention. Across from him, eight-year-old villain-in-training Qin Feng cracked his knuckles, his eyes sparkling like a kid who'd just found a cheat code. A robotic *"Ding!"* echoed in his head—his "Anti-Hero System" had pinged: **[Epic-Level Protagonist Detected! Reward: Unlimited Snack Vouchers!]** (Just kidding. It was 200 Villain Points.)
"Finally, someone I can punch guilt-free!" Qin Feng grinned. For years, he'd been stuck bullying his crybaby brother Qin Hao (*"Stop tattling to Mom!"*), earning meager "villain credits." But today? Today was *glory*.
The dads—Lin Hao and Qin Tian—exchanged awkward politician smiles. Lin Hao had come to ally families but secretly hoped his daughter Lin Xin'er wouldn't marry a future couch potato. Qin Tian? He just wanted his son to flex like a TikTok influencer. *"If he loses? Eh, he's eight. If he wins? BRAG RIGHTS FOREVER."*
**Fight Mode: Activated!**
Without warning, Qin Feng pulled a sneaky move straight out of a Looney Tunes episode. He flicked his fingers, and *whoosh!*—dead leaves shot toward Lin San like hyperactive ninja stars.
"Hey! No fair!" Lin Xin'er stomped, her pigtails bouncing indignantly. "You didn't say 'Begin'!"
Qin Hao, the ultimate hype little brother, clapped wildly. "Big Bro's gonna win! Big Bro's gonna—"
"SHUT UP, PIPSQUEAK!" Lin Xin'er stuck out her tongue, launching a sibling rivalry colder than Disney's Frozen.
Meanwhile, Lin San—channeling his inner Jedi—swung his sword with the grace of a ballet dancer… if ballet dancers fought sentient salad shredders. *Clang! Clang!* Leaves exploded into confetti. But oops—a few slices nicked his robes, leaving him looking like he'd lost a fight with a paper shredder.
**"Villain Point +200!"** chimed the system.
Qin Feng, now high on gamer adrenaline, zoomed forward with the speed of a sugar-loaded squirrel. *WHAM!* His tiny fist met Lin San's face with the precision of a WWE smackdown.
"YEEET!" Lin San flew backward, skidding like a hockey puck.
The crowd gasped. Lin Hao's jaw dropped. *"An eight-year-old… at the超凡境 first layer?! This kid's got more potential than a Marvel origin story!"*
But Lin San wasn't done. Rising like a Phoenix (or a very determined Pikachu), he unleashed his secret weapon: **Sword Intent™**. The air hummed as his blade glowed brighter than a TikToker's ring light.
Qin Feng backflipped away, narrowly dodging a haircut. *"Since when did sword fights come with special effects?!"* he yelped, his fancy footwork now resembling a breakdancer fleeing bees.
**System Alert:** *"Recommend upgrading 'Phantom Steps' to Level 2! Only 10,000 Villain Points!"*
"Ugh, fine! Take my points, you digital hustler!" Qin Feng groaned, imagining all the brotherly wedgies he'd have to dish out to afford this.
**POW!** His upgraded agility now rivaled a caffeinated Road Runner. Lin San's sword slashed empty air as Qin Feng pranced around him, taunting: "Missed me! Missed me again! Oop—still missed!"
Lin San, sweating like a gym newbie, decided to go full *Avengers: Endgame*. His sword erupted in a glow so intense, nearby birds filed noise complaints.
Qin Feng, ever the drama king, raised his arms and hollered: **"SWORD… COME!"**
A hush fell. A cricket chirped. Nothing happened.
"Uh…" Qin Feng blushed, digging into his pockets. "Wait, wrong incantation. Let me just—"
**BOOM!**
A hidden blade shot from his sleeve—a "gift" from his sneaky grandpa. The crowd roared. Lin Xin'er facepalmed. Qin Hao screamed like a fangirl at a BTS concert.
And so, the duel escalated into pure chaos: sword clangs, leaf tornadoes, and two boys determined to outdo each other like Fortnite rivals. Around them, adults muttered about "changing eras" and "stocking up on antacids."
As the dust settled (and a confused squirrel ran off with Lin San's hair ribbon), both boys lay sprawled, grinning like idiots.
Lin Hao sighed. *"Note to self: Cancel all future playdates."*
Qin Tian fist-pumped. *"My son's gonna be meme famous!"*
And somewhere, the Anti-Hero System chuckled: **[Villain Points +500. Next Mission: Steal the Emperor's Wi-Fi Password.]**