"Get up and fight again."
Wang Rulin moved a chair to the entrance of the hall. Basking in the sun, he directed Liang Yue to draw his sword once more.
"Ah..." The moment Liang Yue pushed himself up, agony tore through his organs, and his ribs felt as though they had broken. That thrust had been vicious. And judging by how the little daoist disciple's face was neither red nor breathless, he had probably still held back.
He finally realized that the other party's cultivation might be far beyond his own.
He could not hold back just because the other party looked like a child. Since his master had sent him here as a sparring partner, there could be no possibility of casualties.
Once he had thoroughly cast aside his concerns, he picked up Nameless again. Grasping the treasured sword that was linked to his heart and mind, he bowed to Bai Yuan once more.
The little Daoist boy nodded in response.
With sword in hand, Liang Yue slashed again. This time, he did not hold back, pouring every bit of his Second Realm cultivation into the strike. As he swung the blade, the wind howled sharply!
Clang.
Sure enough, the little daoist disciple instantly drew his sword. With an unknown movement, he had already blocked Liang Yue's slash.
The instant he felt the blades make contact, Liang Yue retreated. Having learned from before, he had already prepared a response in his heart and began evading the moment their swords collided.
But he had only moved half a step before another sword pierced his chest.
Bang—
It was too fast. There was no way to dodge it.
This strike was heavy and ruthless. Liang Yue felt as though his chest was about to split apart. He crashed to the ground