Night.
The dark green moss covered the tree roots, stones, and soil.
Broken dry branches and leaves were mixed together, and amidst them, one could see tiny unidentifiable insects quietly crawling by.
In the woods, Li Chengyi quietly carried the Golden Sword, stepping closer to the other person.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, he took a step and shot forward like an arrow, leaving a trail of disturbed earth and crushed leaves on the ground.
There was no technique, just brute force; the Golden Sword swept out in a fan shape, chopping towards Zhou Yan's torso.
"Idiot!"
Zhou Yan stepped back precisely, narrowly avoiding the slash by a hair's breadth.
"If brute force were effective, then our years of hard-learned weapon mastery would have been a complete waste!"
He continuously retreated and dodged, each evasion narrowly missing Li Chengyi's wild swings.
