Looking back, twelve monkeys in the woods, six big and six small, had their heads rolling off one by one, ending up on the ground like blood-drenched gourds.
Ugh...
'Li Fan felt a slight lift in his spirits.'
What the hell, host... What kind of grading standards does your system have? Is it really based on my mood or not? Is there really no problem?
"Eh? This swordsmanship is quite superb! Who is the master that taught you?" The handsome old man had already appeared behind him, his face betraying a shock that seemed to break his entire worldview.
Typically, qi-cultivating monks from the Bamboo Sect would directly thrust and clash with their sword qi, using it as if it were arrows or spears, expecting that even with this young man using the Dust-Returning Sword Qi to counter, it would take several stabs to kill one monkey, and he needed to throw it precisely enough to hit the mark.
