A simple wooden stick, yet in Lin Hao's hands, it was like a Spiritual Snake, causing eighteen people to cry out raucously.
No matter how they wielded their swords, Lin Hao could precisely find their flaws and then smack them with his stick.
In the arena, over two hundred students who had not yet taken their turns were completely dumbfounded, several instructors were at a loss for words.
A teenager in his teens, surrounded and attacked by eighteen people older than him, who also wielded swords.
Yet he, strolled leisurely and unhurriedly among them.
The stick in his hand never failed to hit its target with each strike.
The spectators, one by one, watched in utter astonishment.
"Is the gap between us really this large..." Guo Hengyu muttered to himself, his expression bleak.
Originally, he thought that by entering the Inner Courtyard he could surpass Lin Hao.
But now, it seemed that Lin Hao and he were not even from the same world; he was left a hundred streets behind.
