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Playing maze games with Zhao Lang wasn't a good choice, especially when the maze was constantly changing under the opponent's manipulation.
Jiang Wang simply soared into the air and landed on top of the stone walls.
What greeted him were the whooshing Flame Bullets.
Twisting his body midair, Jiang Wang lightly touched the stone wall with his feet and charged forward with his sword.
But suddenly, vines that were climbing the stone wall burst forth, wrapping around Jiang Wang's ankles.
His sword flashed, cutting off the vines as he shifted to the side to distance himself from Zhao Lang.
Wind Blades, having been held in reserve, cut through the air one after another, breaking the silence with their sharp whistle.
The battle between the two was back and forth, filled with spectacular displays that amazed the watching soldiers.
On one hand, they discarded their disdain for the disciples from the Dao Academy, and on the other, they gained even more respect for Zhao Lang.
