A Little System Bug

Just as Diwu Chijin raced without stopping toward Great Yan's Imperial Capital, in Prosperous Peace Commandery of Great Yan Kingdom's Northern Frontier...

Dust flew high in the martial training ground of the City Lord's Mansion's front courtyard!

Qin Yao stood bare-chested, lean muscles stretched beneath his skin. Beads of sweat ran down the back of his neck, gathering into a thin stream along the groove of his spine before being caught by his waistband, where they spread into a small dark stain.

His right hand gripped a wooden saber. Its blade had been carved crookedly, with not even a coat of paint along its edges, exposing the rough grain beneath.

His left hand held a wooden sword. Its blade was somewhat more neatly carved, but its tip was blunt. Forget piercing flesh—it probably could not even slice through a rolled-up book.

He stood in the center of the training ground, legs slightly apart and center of gravity lowered. His gaze swept from the wooden sword in his left hand to the wooden saber in his right, then back again.

"This time, don't come one at a time. Come at me together!"

The youth's fighting cry rang through the entire training ground.

At the edge of the training ground, Zhou Qing, Sun Kongwu, Zheng Dongxu, and Qi Chusi, four captains of the Flame Lion Legion, stood in a line.

They looked at one another, their expressions like a jar of five flavors had been overturned.

"Commander, are you... serious?"

Zhou Qing rubbed his pitch-black chin.

"What, scared?"

Qin Yao raised an eyebrow, a roguish smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Scared? Heh—"

Sun Kongwu rolled up his sleeves, revealing thick forearms beneath. His knuckles were covered in calluses, looking like four short, stubby rolling pins. "Commander, you've suppressed your