The Vortex

Seeing Qi Feng's half-drunk stance, Xia Lin did not hold back either.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a wooden sword he normally used for practice from his Space Bag.

A glow of arcane light then spread from his palm along the blade.

[Arcane Weapon Enhancement] was complete, and the once ordinary wooden sword now emitted magical fluctuations.

Xia Lin held the sword one-handed and stood sideways, left foot forward, right foot back, its tip angled toward the ground.

"Whoa, a Magic Warrior?" Qi Feng glanced at him through bleary eyes and let out a drunken burp. "Interesting. Come on!"

His figure swayed, and he vanished from where he stood like a gust of wind.

Xia Lin's vision blurred, and a powerful scent of alcohol had already rushed up his nose.

He instinctively swung his sword to block, but the blade passed through nothing but an afterimage.

"Bang!"

Xia Lin felt someone kick him hard in the ass, sending him staggering forward several steps.

Before he could steady himself, a worn straw sandal bizarrely appeared beneath his ribs.

"Smack!"

The kick looked light, but it felt as though he had been struck by a hammer. Xia Lin grunted, feeling a strange hot current burrow into his body from the spot where he had been kicked, churning his organs.

This is... True Qi?!

"Too slow! Too stiff!"

Qi Feng's voice came from one side, then the other, like a ghost.

"Are you dancing? Why are you sticking your ass out so high?"

"Smack!" Another slap landed on the back of Xia Lin's head.

In less than half a minute, Xia Lin had already taken more than a dozen hits. The master did not use any proper moves at all; he attacked with elbows, knees, his butt, and the