"Tuoba Shun, you really do talk too much. Can't you see I'm already tired of waiting? If you won't make a move, then I will," Huang Xiao said mildly.
"Outrageous! You still dare act so arrogantly!" Although Tuoba Shun looked down on Huang Xiao, he was somewhat on guard. He kept calling Huang Xiao a Reserve Constable, but inwardly, he did not truly regard him as one. After all, he had come to take the First-Class Constable examination, so he ought to have some strength. Still, Tuoba Shun's own strength had long since surpassed the level needed to pass that examination. Even if Huang Xiao approached the threshold of a First-Class Constable, he had no chance of winning against him.
"Come on. Consider yourself lucky this time. I'm holding a xiao and a flute in my left hand, which makes it awkward to fight, so I'll give you the advantage of not using it. Come on, I'll deal with you using just my right hand." Huang Xiao extended his right hand and beckoned to Tuoba Shun, as though calling a dog.
"You're asking for death!" Tuoba Shun could no longer hold back. He pushed off the ground and shot toward Huang Xiao, covering the mere fifty or sixty feet in a flash.
"Pretty quick!" Huang Xiao slowly moved his feet, shifting his body to one side.
Tuoba Shun had not expected the young man to vanish from in front of him just as he reached him. Startled, he pivoted on his toes and chased toward the side where Huang Xiao had dodged.
"A little slow!" Huang Xiao moved his feet again, drifting back three steps like floating catkins.
Tuoba Shun's attack missed again. With a roar, he changed direction without pausing and lunged at Huang Xiao once more.
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