"Don't chase me, don't chase me, don't chase me~~~"
Huohuo's voice trembled with fear as the Foxian girl ran at full speed, fleeing every which way.
Behind Huohuo, "Huohuo" chased her with murderous intent, looking determined to kill the real Huohuo.
At least there was no trace of timidity in this impostor. Perhaps that was because she wanted to replace Huohuo and was therefore desperate to kill the genuine article.
Above them, the real and fake Yanqing were still locked in fierce combat.
Whatever "Yanqing" was thinking was unclear, but Yanqing was having a great time.
Ever since Little Fish had come to the Xianzhou, he had basically become Yanqing's regular sparring partner. Yet ever since Little Fish's return, Yanqing had never won.
Every fight with Little Fish could hardly be called a fight. It was nothing but a one-sided beating.
Even when he felt that his skills had improved considerably before a sparring match, once it began, the outcome never changed.
Only the process occasionally differed.
Sometimes Little Fish used the same sword techniques as him, learning as they fought; sometimes Little Fish used moves he had learned elsewhere; and sometimes he used his own moves. Usually, those were the times Yanqing lost the fastest.
During one particular match, Yanqing had grown a little desperate and wanted to see Jiang Yu's full strength-ever helpful, Little Fish had naturally obliged and demonstrated a move called Skyfall.
After that, Yanqing had spent nearly five days feeling dejected before recovering.
Since then, although Yanqing had kept up his habit of sparring with Jiang Yu, he had never again regarded Jiang Yu as a rival.
The gap was too vast. Even a genius like him did not think he could come anywhere close to Jiang Yu.
They were clearly peers, and the general