A new day arrived right on schedule.
That day, Jun Wangchen got up early, ate the breakfast his mother had made, and returned to campus.
There weren't many classes in his junior year, and he had none that morning. Bored, Jun Wangchen borrowed a Wooden Sword and headed to a park near Jinling University to practice his swordsmanship.
"Hah!"
Before he could begin, a shout caught his attention.
Not far ahead of him stood a man in loose clothing.
With his smooth, fair face and deep, dark eyes that gleamed alluringly, everything about him exuded nobility and elegance.
He moved with steady footwork, each punch and kick showing great proficiency. As his shout rang out, his presence surged.
Every punch carried the same force, perfectly balanced.
The next moment, he stamped his foot, leaped high into the air, and drove a fierce punch toward the large tree before him.
Boom!
The tree shook under the punch, but nothing else happened.
Yet Jun Wangchen's pupils contracted. The boulder behind the tree had shattered.
"Late Black Tier. Not bad." Jun Wangchen narrowed his eyes. Having no intention of disturbing him, he took a deep breath, raised his Wooden Sword, and began practicing.
Whoosh!
As the sword moved, a mysterious surge of Sword Energy swept across the area, filling the surroundings with its Sword Force.
"Hm?" Li Tianshuai, who was practicing his punches, frowned as though he had sensed something and immediately turned to look.
Before him, a slender young man with handsome features was wielding a Wooden Sword.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but even standing still, the young man possessed the solitary pride of someone perched atop the highest peak, looking down on all the lesser mountains.
It felt as though what stood before him was not a person, but a