Captain Yang adjusted his center of gravity while still airborne.
The burly man's kick had been astonishingly powerful. Not only had it sent Captain Yang's qi roiling, but his feet had also carved two long trails into the ground. He had retreated more than ten yards before finally stabilizing himself.
The moment he steadied himself, the enemy attacked again without giving him the slightest chance to catch his breath.
Captain Yang's qi knotted in his chest. He gripped his saber and charged back into the fight.
The weapons clashed with ringing clangs.
Why hadn't Zhai Le rushed over to help?
It all came down to that sword.
It wasn't anything new to condense weapons from literary and martial qi, but he had only ever seen a slender, narrow sword of that style in one person's hands—that of Brother Shen, whom he hadn't seen in quite some time.
Zhai Le: "..."
For a moment, a thousand thoughts churned through his mind.
Just a short while ago, at most a few hours earlier, he had still been thinking longingly of Brother Shen and the various fine wines formed from Brother Shen's literary qi.
When he passed along the mountain road and recalled the Liangshan Heroes "selling dates and wine," he had thought of Brother Shen in the same vein and even joked—if Brother Shen went to "outwit the birthday gifts," he wouldn't even need to spend his own money buying wine and dates. Wouldn't he earn more than the Liangshan Heroes?
He had even felt secretly regretful that he hadn't formally said goodbye to Brother Shen.
In this world, with the future stretching across the four corners of the land, they might never meet again. Who could have known—who could have known that Brother Shen was so impossible to stop thinking about!!!