The Time Has Come! A Hundred Battles of Experience!

Before long, three days had passed.

That day, the rising sun dyed Hundred Battles Peak a sheet of gold red. Li Bufan sat cross-legged in his small courtyard.

Suddenly, a sharp, lingering whistle tore through the air from afar.

He opened his eyes and saw a tiny throwing knife fly into the courtyard from the distance. Its entire body was silver-white, streaking like a meteor straight into the beam beside his door, where it let out a buzzing hum.

The throwing knife sank three inches into the wood without damaging the beam in the slightest. It stood against the beam, trembling faintly.

This display of true qi control was truly remarkable. Using true qi to command the blade and precisely control its force and angle—making the knife embed itself in the beam without falling while causing no damage to the beam—required an extraordinarily delicate command of true qi.

Even he himself might not have been able to do it so perfectly. A glint flashed through Li Bufan's eyes as he secretly marveled.

With a wave of his hand, true qi surged forth and seized the throwing knife directly in his grasp.

The knife trembled repeatedly in his hand, as though it possessed a will of its own and faintly showed signs of breaking free.

The instant Li Bufan took hold of it, he sensed its mystery—Spiritual Sense covered the throwing knife, transmitting a message to him.

That Spiritual Sense was condensed and resolute, much like its owner's character: gentle, yet brooking no doubt. The message contained within was simple—"The day of contention has arrived."

This, too, surprised him. The true qi control displayed by this alone was enough to offer a glimpse of that person's strength.

Combined with the intensity of that Spiritual Sense, which was no weaker than his