Over the past two days, Meng Shenzhou had finished his secluded training and once again become a regular visitor to Lin Shuguang's place.
Although he had failed to achieve a second awakening, his talent was undeniable. In just a month, his cultivation had still reached Bone Tempering Ten Resonances, and he had swaggered right back to his old, nose-in-the-air arrogance.
"I barely even tried, and my cultivation just kept shooting up. Ah, it's so lonely being invincible."
Lin Shuguang could not be bothered with him.
Deprived of even his last chance to show off, Meng Shenzhou squatted sulkily on the steps outside the door, teasing the ants on the ground with a blade of grass. He amused himself for a while, then suddenly found it utterly boring and turned listlessly to look at Lin Shuguang.
"What a shame. Aside from Gu Yingxiong and a few others, everyone in class dodges you on sight now. I don't even have anywhere to show off. Old Lin, how about we go pick a fight with Gu Yingxiong? Feel like playing the villain for a bit? Badasses ought to act like badasses. Take every last one of them down!"
Lin Shuguang suddenly spoke. "Want to spar?"
The rest of Meng Shenzhou's words died in his throat, but he was also itching to try.
"Seriously? You'll fight me with one hand?"
"Sure."
"Hahaha! You're done for, Old Lin!"
Ten minutes later.
Meng Shenzhou left with his face covered, terrified that someone would see his battered, swollen face.
Having let off steam, Lin Shuguang felt considerably better.
Hu Shaoqing hurried over with the Wooden Saber in his arms. Watching Meng Shenzhou flee with his face covered, he asked uncertainly, "What happened to Young Master Meng?"
"Never mind him," Lin Shuguang said casually.
Hu Shaoqing had supplied