Song Jian held a wooden sword and charged towards a group of fifty to sixty people. In the eyes of many, this was tantamount to suicide. After all, Song Jian's demonstrated strength hadn't yet reached a level where he could ignore such numbers.
Song Jian's dismissive attitude angered the remaining disciples, who swung their swords and charged at him in rage; even those who were initially intimidated by his strength.
"He's underestimating us, this guy who hasn't even mastered the Qingyun Sword Skill in three years. How dare he look down on us!"
"Yes, let's surround him. I think his stamina is almost exhausted. Let's immobilize him first!"
Dozens of people attacked Song Jian simultaneously. Some even threw their wooden swords away and lunged at him, arms wide open, trying to pin him down.
