It seemed that as long as Lin Bai wanted to, even a leaf that he casually plucked would be able to hurt someone.
It was also strange to say that even though he clearly did not understand sword techniques, he still naturally picked up the wooden sword and held the sword in his hand. It was as if he was a natural. His mind moved as he wished, but that was all there was to it.
The wooden sword was light and did not have any weight in his hand. However, Lin Bai was able to move like a tiger. As a result, the speed of his movements became faster and faster. The wooden sword became an afterimage in the air. It was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch any traces of it.
At the same time, a dark light flashed in the center of the wooden sword. A white fog appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around the sword. An ancient aura descended as if something had been awakened.
