The bearded mercenary's sword play stirred up a burst of whistles. Liu Zhenhan was so amazed that he almost whistled appreciatively himself.
Indeed, human martial arts had its unique charm. Compared to the bold and unruly combat style of the Beamon, humans emphasized more on skill. And these were just ordinary mercenaries. Top-tier swordsman, brave warriors, and legendary Dragon Knights in human society undoubtedly had remarkable martial prowess. Liu Zhenhan silently admired them in his heart.
The bearded mercenary guffawed and held up a Bepsy woman in a voluminous skirt.
"They're skilled swordsmen, but still a motley crowd." Liu Zhenhan seriously whispered to the four Mantis Monks.
"Indeed," the monks agreed in unison.
The mist gradually thickened. In the wilderness bathed by the moonlight, the sound of the human mercenaries playing harmonica could be heard.
