But then again.
Wang Luoqiu really was anything but ordinary. Her movements were clean and decisive, straightforward and forceful, meeting blows head-on. It was clear that she had trained diligently in the basic movement techniques and basic fist techniques.
Every punch and every stance seemed to have been forged through a thousand hammerings. Simple moves took on the bearing of a little tyrannosaur in her hands.
But that band of rogue cultivators was no easy prey either. Every one of them was a desperado who lived with his head tucked beneath his belt.
Wang Shouzhe immediately waved a hand, having Wang Shouyong and Wang Shoulian join the fighting as well. One was fourteen and the other fifteen; driven on by Wang Luoqiu, that catfish demon, they had both been cultivating with desperate effort lately.
Each entered the battlefield with a longsword in hand. Their footwork and swordsmanship had both improved considerably, and they now looked quite convincing when they used them.
Rogue cultivators had a hard road of cultivation, but they were ruthless and seasoned. Yet the disciples of noble clans had major advantages too: their family foundations ran deep, and their systematic training was far more complete.
Overall, however, the clan disciples were still stronger in the end.
Then there was Wang Luojing, who was equally unwilling to be outdone.
She drew out a strangely shaped flute and began to play softly. Its pitch was extremely high, painfully shrill to human ears.
Suddenly!
"Buzz buzz buzz."
A swarm of bees flew into the warehouse. They were called bees, but they differed greatly from the bees of Earth. Each was about the size of a little finger, with a faint black sheen covering its body. They were even slightly larger than hornets. The largest among them was as big as