The night passed uneventfully.
Nameless and Boshe chose an unoccupied earthen hut and took turns keeping watch. Fortunately, nothing they feared happened.
In the morning, the two sparred with stone spears in an open space. After all, neither of them had any extraordinary power now, so they could only rely on the various combat techniques they had learned in the past.
The two fought back and forth. Boshe was clearly using a form of staff fighting, relying mainly on sweeping strikes and vertical chops, with broad, forceful movements. Nameless had more varied techniques, and the stone spear in his hands was like a dangerous venomous snake. Several times, especially when he spun around for a backhanded thrust, Boshe would have been stabbed in the throat if Nameless had not deliberately aimed aside.
"All right, all right, I'm done. Your skills are too good." By the end of the fight, Boshe realized he was no match for Nameless and called out helplessly.
Nameless somersaulted and planted his stone spear in the ground, then said with a smile, "You shouldn't use this weapon. You should switch to a longer staff with better flexibility."
"Actually, it's a mage's wand." Boshe smiled bitterly.
He was a mage who cultivated the Inner-Seeking Method. Since mages were generally weak in combat during the early stages, they learned various martial techniques for self-protection, with staff fighting being the most popular.
Every powerful mage was inevitably a master of staff fighting. After all, those who were poor at it had already died before they could grow stronger.
The two sat on stones at the edge of the square. Some savages happened to bring them drinking water and a kind of fruit, so they ate while observing the entire tribe.
The tribe had nearly finished packing everything, but they