At the training field, a surging heroic voice penetrated the darkness, and then the ground was shocked by the heavy pace. And every time there was a shock, the shock wave spread around from the training arena, sweeping the darkness and tearing the ink-stained world into innumerable gaps.
"Tsk, so you want to break my river of ink through sheer brute force? Wu Xu, you look down on the power of knowledge and culture too much!"
In the darkness, the Three Rivers Scholar sneered and then poured more ink from the sky, which tightly packed the training arena. Although Wu Xu's wind and thunder divine body had the power to shake the heaven and earth, it was bound more and more tight by the soft-conquer-the-hard characteristic of the river of ink.
