The night breeze began, and the leaves slid across the roadway.
Ye Qiu's figure flashed and he jumped into the woods beside the road, followed by Qin Lang into the forest.
Since battle was inevitable, Ye Qiu would accompany him in the fight.
These martial artists had actively come to him to sharpen his skills, and he had been worried that his level hadn't been able to break through for a while. Perhaps fighting these martial artists could open up new avenues of thought.
Qin Lang slowly pulled out two short daggers from his waist. These daggers were three inches long and were the weapons he was most skilled with. He had also gained fame with these twin daggers, known as the Three-inch Life-taking Dagger.
"You're not using weapons?" Qin Lang asked, seeing Ye Qiu with empty hands.
Ye Qiu said, "Bare hands are enough."
