"Choose your weapon, kid, or if you want, we can use our fists." Ming Jian said with a smirk, pointing to a selection of wooden weapons for Chen Tian to choose from.
The swords, staffs, and spears were all crafted from the finest wood, perfect for training.
Chen Tian's eyes lit up as he took a wooden sword and twirled it in his hand, feeling the weight and balance.
"This," he said.
Ming Jian raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his gaze.
"A sword, huh? It seems some haven't even learned the first rule of combat—choose a weapon that complements your strengths. Unless, of course, you enjoy swinging a toy around pointlessly."
Chen Tian's grip tightened on the wooden sword. A playful glint entered his eyes.
"We'll see."
"Stubborn fool. A sword for a fraud like you? You'd be better suited wielding a toothpick," Ming Jian scoffed, a hint of contempt in his voice.
