"Surround that boar. Be careful of its tusks."
Yao Mao shouted as he readied his saber to take the swing. The third seat and the rest of his team poked the boar with their staff, distracting it.
Two of the men threw ropes trying to tie the boar or at least hinder its movements. The wild beast struggled for a few moments before falling into their trap.
The poor beast stood no chance against the cultivators. Even the Veteran Path Forgers could fight it one on one, let alone the Sense Trainers.
Yao Mao swooped in and lopped its head off in one clean strike. He sheathed the sword and looked at his party members.
Not a single one had broken sweat. This training was clearly an exercise in futility. The silence in the grounds was broken by the sounds of clapping.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The Hu Clan Master applauded the Second seat's saber skills. Yao Mao and his team turned and cupped their fists while lowering their heads.
