"Is it over already?"
Qin Shaofeng looked at the empty space before him and could not help clicking his tongue.
With the large quantity of pills Xian Xiaoying had provided, he had truly become increasingly proficient with the Seven Colors Sword Art.
With every slash he made, he was starting to feel more and more at ease.
He had even begun to reach the point where, when attacking, he no longer needed to deliberately control the expenditure. With a turn of his thoughts, he could control the strength of his strike.
This was something he had never even dared to imagine before.
He had originally been prepared for a grand fight.
Even if he could not bring the Seven Colors Sword Art to perfection, he had at least intended to reach a state of complete mastery.
Yet the bugs were far too disappointing.
They had only fought for the time it took to drink a cup of tea. He had killed fewer than a hundred, yet no more bugs flew out.
Feeling annoyed, he sighed and rushed into the cave.
There truly were still some bugs inside the cave.
But when those bugs saw him, they all burrowed into the cave walls and vanished without a trace in an instant.
That manner of movement immediately sent a chill down Qin Shaofeng's spine.
As he continued searching for Stone Bugs,
he also got a clear look at the situation inside the cave.
At the center of the cave stood a stone platform.
There seemed to be a stone object on top of it, something like a small knife, as though it were meant for him to make something.
His thoughts spun rapidly, and a faint guess emerged in his mind.
"Could this trial require me to personally forge a weapon?"
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