Minor mastery of the divine art

The Wei River flows swiftly, and under the morning sky, a tall figure leans on a sword, approaching by boat. In the background, the melodious and pleasant sound of a zither plays.

The natives of Great Feng had never seen an entrance accompanied by its own background music, and they were all stunned. They squinted, trying to make out the man's face in the interplay of light and shadow at dawn.

Just then, a ray of morning light shone on the man at the bow of the boat, illuminating his handsome and masculine face.

"It's Xu Yinluo."

"We can finally see clearly!" shouted the people who were nearby.

"Is he here to watch the fight too? No wonder he's Xu Yinluo; his entrance is quite different from these scoundrels."

Although the comments from those in the online community were infuriating and disappointing, many ordinary people still haven't lost their followers.

"The lackey has finally arrived."

Biao Biao stood on tiptoe, chin raised, gazing into the distance, and grumbled, "He just loves to show off, he's stealing the spotlight from the two main characters. Huaiqing, quickly call him over."

As a princess, she certainly wouldn't shout at the top of her lungs, so Lin'an passed the task to Huaiqing.

Huaiqing frowned, staring at Xu Qi'an slowly approaching from the bow of the ship, a look of confusion on her face.

Xu Ningyan, though arrogant and boastful, only acts when he has no other choice, such as in the imperial examination cheating case or the Buddhist School's magical duel.

The main characters in this battle between Celestial Person and man are Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen. He has nothing to do with it. Logically speaking, given his personality, he should be standing by his side with Lin'an or another woman, watching the show with a smile.

"Hey, this kid's got some novel ideas. Arriving by boat, accompanied by the sound of a zither, such a unique entrance, effortlessly overshadowing Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen."

Jiang Luzhong shook his head with a smile, jokingly saying, "Anyone who didn't know better would think he's here to participate in the battle between the Celestial Person and the immortals."

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the protagonist of the battle between Celestial Person and man. The princess stood on tiptoe, gazing at the man standing proudly at the bow of the boat on the river, inwardly grumbling.

She disliked Xu Qi'an intensely; he was a womanizer and indiscriminate in his pursuit of women. He was also arrogant and domineering, lacking any sense of moderation or restraint.

In the crowd, Xu Xinnian's expression was slightly blank. He quickly coughed and explained in a low voice, "My older brother, well, he likes to play, he's still a child at heart."

In his view, his elder brother's high-profile entrance was truly embarrassing and shameful. Bystanders should behave like bystanders; no matter how much attention they receive now, the more flamboyant they are, the more humiliating it will be when they slink back into the crowd.

Just then, a deep chanting voice filled the entire hall, drowning out the noisy discussions.

"With sword drawn, I tread the Wei River, not for enmity, nor for gratitude."

"Hey, Xu Yinluo's going to recite poetry again. Is he trying to liven up the debate between Celestial Person and man? No wonder he came by boat." Many people looked on with sudden realization.

Among the crowd, the most excited were the scholars. Indeed, how could such a once-in-a -Celestial Person contest between heaven and man be without the spice of poetry? Xu Shikui was a clever and insightful person.

Xu Ningyan came to present a poem? Not bad. Chu Yuanzhen, a scholar, nodded slightly.

"What kind of lousy poetry is this, interrupting my fight?" Li Miaozhen complained inwardly, but a faint smile appeared on her face. She knew that Xu Ningyan, also a member of the Heaven and Earth Society, was just adding to the excitement of the battle between Celestial Person and Man.

Xu Qi'an scanned the crowd and continued reciting, "He claims to fight ten thousand battles without ever wielding a blade, born with eyes that scorn all heroes."

Wan Zhan claimed he never wielded a blade, and was born with eyes that looked down on all heroes. Upon hearing this, Chu Yuanzhen inwardly scoffed. Xu Ningyan's poem had the smack of flattery, but as a scholar, he found it very satisfying and pleasing.

Li Miaozhen, however, felt that the poem was written for her, and that it resonated with her experience of suppressing bandits in Yunzhou.

Xu Shikui's poems are as imposing as ever.

Everyone recalled the scene during the magical duel, where he stepped into the Buddhist realm with each step a poem, every line a rare gem that stirred their blood.

Just as everyone's thoughts were racing, Xu Qi'an suddenly changed his tone, his voice filled with righteous indignation and arrogance, and said loudly:

"Unable to bear seeing his son rise to prominence, he angrily stepped onto the ring to strike again."

The music, perfectly matching his mood, suddenly soared, piercing through metal and splitting stone, like the drumbeats before battle, the clarion call of war.

Chu Yuanzhen's expression froze instantly, his eyes widening as he stared at Xu Qi'an.

Li Miaozhen, whose education level was slightly lower, took a few seconds to realize what she meant, and looked completely bewildered. She wondered if she had misheard or if Xu Qi'an had misread it.

She glanced instinctively at the audience on both sides of the strait and noticed that many of them also wore expressions of surprise and confusion.

The poem means: I watched helplessly as two young boys rose to prominence and became the new darlings of the crowd, and I was indignant, so I decided to teach them a lesson.

Furious!

Li Miaozhen was furious; this guy wasn't there to entertain, he was there to provoke her.

The music grew increasingly soaring, gradually reaching its peak. With a piercing "clang," Xu Qi'an spoke with unwavering confidence, his voice firm and resolute:

"With one stroke, he cleaves the path between life and death; with two hands, he subdues heaven and man."

"Whoosh"

The clamor could no longer be suppressed; the heroes whispered among themselves, trying to verify their understanding of the meaning from the poems through mutual discussion.

"Xu Yinluo wants to make a move? He wants to interfere in the battle between the Celestial Person and Celestial Person Sects and challenge the young masters of both sects?"

"Even someone as illiterate as me can understand the meaning of the poem by 'subduing heaven and man with both hands,' it couldn't be clearer."

In an instant, the group of martial arts practitioners felt a tingling sensation rush to their scalps, and were excited by this sudden change.

"Xu Yinluo is going to fight. That's great! Let those who look down on him in the martial arts world see that the heroes of our Great Feng are invincible."

Upon learning that Xu Yinluo was going to participate in the battle between Celestial Person, the common people were initially overjoyed, and then cheered with confidence, supporting Xu Yinluo's participation in the battle between Celestial Person and his ability to defeat the young masters of the Daoist School.

He gave a resounding slap in the face to those in the underworld who looked down on him.

Besides these, they also hoped that Xu Yinluo could prove himself, dispel their previous "doubts" about him, and strengthen their beliefs.

This feeling is easy to understand; in the era Xu Qi'an was familiar with, it was the mentality of a fan.

When idols face criticism and are repeatedly refuted by experts, fans (ordinary people in Beijing) are furious but powerless to refute them, and can only hurl insults or throw stones.

"Father, didn't you say that Xu Qi'an's power during the battle was due to the secret assistance of the Supervisor?" Lan Caiyi looked at her father and asked softly.

"I only said suspected, but regardless of whether it was the supervisor who made the move, Xu Qi'an alone couldn't have unleashed those two strikes in the duel. He's only a seventh-rank martial artist. After obtaining the Vajra Invincible, he might have a sixth-rank cultivation. But he's still far inferior to the two protagonists of the battle between Celestial Person and Man."

Lan Huan said calmly.

Where does his confidence come from to overpower both the Celestial Person and Human Sects? Has his path been too smooth, making him arrogant and disdainful of others? Butterfly Sword Lan Caiyi secretly wondered.

She glanced at the clamoring crowd and thought to herself: The more enthusiastic you are now, the more disappointed you will be later.

"What a fine imitation of a lackey! Such a handsome man, no wonder I personally promoted him." Biao Biao watched and listened with satisfaction until the poem was finished, when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Is this lackey trying to interfere in the battle between the Celestial Person beings and the two main characters?

Biao Biao's eyes widened slightly, then she quickly turned her head to ask Huai Qing beside her, "Dog, dog servant wants to fight them?"

Huaiqing's eyes showed surprise, followed by a realization of "I knew it," and he asked calmly, "Otherwise what?"

"But he's only a sixth-rank official. Could it be that Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen aren't actually fourth-rank officials?" Biao Biao was secretly delighted.

If that's the case, then that lackey might not be without a chance of winning.

"No, Your Highness, Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen are both genuine fourth-rank officials," Jiang Luzhong said in a deep voice.

The gong players nodded in agreement.

The steadily rising momentum they had just witnessed gave them a glimpse into the level of the two protagonists in the battle between the Celestial Person and humans.

"Then, then him." Biao Biao couldn't understand and could only seek the opinion of a "professional".

Nangong Qianrou sneered and spoke first, "Xu Qi'an is absolutely no match for them."

Yang Yan nodded slowly. "He might have other motives."

The other gongs remained silent, but their attitudes aligned with Nangong Qianrou's. They clearly remembered that Xu Qi'an was a "specially recruited" member, and when he joined the Nightwatchers, his cultivation level was at the Peak Essence Refining.

The minimum standard for obtaining a bronze gong is the Qi Refining Realm.

It's only been less than a year. If Xu Qi'an could compete with the two main characters, it would mean he could also contend with them, which is impossible.

He might be able to in the future, but definitely not now.

If that were to actually happen, they'd cut off their heads and use them as footballs.

Among the Nightwatchers, Li Yuchun, Song Tingfeng, and Zhu Guangxiao felt a sense of unreality, believing the world to be illusory and irrational.

When did that little gong from back then grow to the point where he can rival a fourth-rank official?

The princess, wearing a veiled hat, turned her head to look at Chu Xianglong beside her and asked in a calm tone, "What are Xu Yinluo's chances of winning?"

Behind her veil, her expression was far less composed than her tone, her bright, beautiful eyes fixed on Chu Xianglong.

Chu Xianglong sneered and said, "There is no chance of winning. Although he has mastered the Vajra Divine Art, his own rank is what it is. He may be stronger than a typical sixth-rank martial artist, or even comparable to a fifth-rank martial artist, but in the eyes of a fourth-rank martial artist, he is not worth mentioning at all."

"Ah, Your Highness need not doubt. The difference between the fifth and fourth ranks is an insurmountable chasm."

The princess believed him and nodded slightly.

At this moment, the awning boat had drifted closer, less than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) from the two main characters.

Chu Yuanzhen said in a deep voice, "Lord Xu, this is a dispute between my Human Sect and the Heavenly Sect. It's none of your business. Don't interfere recklessly and cause trouble."

He was giving Xu Qi'an a veiled warning.

Li Miaozhen remained silent, then quietly transmitted her voice. "You scoundrel, get out of here. This isn't a place for you to cause trouble. I know Master Jinlian encouraged you to interfere, but putting everything else aside, just look at your current strength—do you really think you can participate in the fight between me and Chu Yuanzhen?"

"Don't think you can really compete with me just because we were evenly matched last time. I didn't even use my full strength."

"How did you know I used my full strength?" Xu Qi'an replied telepathically, then, ignoring True Qi expression, said loudly:

"The clash between the Celestial Person and the divine is a grand event in the martial world, and both of you are outstanding among your peers. I am not so talented, but I would also like to participate in the exchange and hone my Martial Dao."

He paused for a moment, then gathered his energy in his Dantian, making his voice boom like thunder, and said, "I, Xu, hereby challenge Chu Yuanzhen, Registered Disciple the Human Sect, and Li Miaozhen, the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Sect. If you two can defeat me, the Celestial Person Battle can proceed as scheduled."

"If you can't defeat me, heh, you might as well go back and train for a few more years. Of course, you two can also refuse my challenge; after all, my reputation is widespread, it's normal for me to be timid."

Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen's eyes widened, thinking to themselves, "Has this kid gone mad? He actually plans to climb over us to get to the top."

The top scholar Chu glanced at the crowds on both sides of the river and asked telepathically, "What should we do?"

Having said that, anyone who values their reputation would find it impossible to refuse. Besides, the two of them represent the Celestial Person sects.

"Agree to his request, then kick him out of the game," True Disciple replied telepathically, scoffing, "I was just looking for a chance to teach him a lesson."

Although it will make him lose face, it's all Xu Ningyan's own doing.

After discussing the matter, the two main characters nodded in unison and responded loudly, "Alright, then let's see what Xu Yinluo has up his sleeve."

Xu Qi'an smiled brightly, stepped onto the bow of the boat, and gracefully landed on the shore.

The three auras rose in unison, collided with each other, and turned into gusts of wind that swept up the hems of the clothes of the audience in the distance.

As the awning boat sailed away, from the cabins three, five, ten, and twenty feet in diameter, Fuxiang's pretty face peeked out, smiling and waving goodbye.

Chu Yuanzhen suddenly made a move, tapping the river surface with his fingertip. With a burst of energy, a water column several dozen feet high was ejected from the Wei River with a loud "boom".

Instead of falling, the water droplets transformed into countless tiny swords, raining down on Xu Qi'an as if he were facing a thousand troops and a hail of arrows.

His first move was of divine skill.

The assembled heroes were dazzled and terrified, for if they were in their shoes, they would have been pulverized in this hail of arrows.

Xu Qi'an did not dodge; he clasped his hands together and raised them above his head.

With a whoosh, the pale golden circular aura suddenly expanded, and the dense rain of swords shattered upon impact with the aura, splashing up a misty spray.

This is a change brought about by Xu Qi'an's Vajra Divine Skill nearing completion. At this stage, the Vajra Divine Skill can generate a protective aura, no longer requiring the physical body to withstand attacks.

Of course, the protective aura is slightly weaker than the main body. Only after reaching a certain level of mastery will the aura be equivalent to the physical body.

Such powerful defense! Not only Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, but also the martial arts masters and the Golden Gongs who were watching were astonished by the powerful golden body that Xu Qi'an displayed.

Especially the golden aura, which was a divine ability that even the monk Jingsi did not possess.

"That's right, this is the Vajra Divine Skill. He didn't lie to me." Chu Xianglong suddenly became excited. He recognized Xu Qi'an's posture because he had seen the exact same posture in the flashing images when he practiced the Vajra Divine Skill.

After Chu Xianglong failed in his training and his meridians were severed, he suspected that Xu Qi'an had deceived him with fake divine skills.

However, Chu Xianglong had no evidence and had never seen the Vajra Divine Skill, so he couldn't get a strong reference. Besides, he didn't believe that Xu Qi'an was so bold as to dare to deceive him.

Seeing the familiar posture now, his guess leans towards the difficulty of practicing the Vajra Divine Skill, and the fact that he lacks a foundation in Buddhism, which is why he suffered a backlash from the divine skill.

Chu Yuanzhen reached out and pressed down, then slowly "pulled out" a giant sword, three zhang long and made of water, that rose from the surging river surface.

The giant sword slowly raised its head, its tip aimed at Xu Qi'an.

Chu Yuanzhen, his green robe billowing, thrust his sword forward with force.

The giant sword hurtled forward, slamming into the golden energy shield. The sound of the water boomed like muffled thunder, and the energy shield shook violently.

Just then, Li Miaozhen's pupils transformed into translucent glass, filled with indifference.

"Bite!"

Xu Qi'an's sword automatically unsheathed from his waist, striking the qi shield and working in tandem with the giant sword to instantly break through the protective qi shield of the Vajra Divine Skill.

The giant sword propelled Xu Qi'an dozens of feet forward, Xu Qi'an tumbling and crashing into the ground in a sorry state.

The two of them worked together and broke through the protective aura.

The common people were dumbfounded. The once imposing Xu Yinluo had just appeared, yet he had ended up in such a sorry state. They couldn't help but start to believe what the martial arts figures had said.

Xu Yinluo, a seventh-rank official, is quite different from the two protagonists in the battle between the Celestial Person.

"Such a powerful protective shield; it takes two people working together to break it," said Liu Yun, the dual-sword heroine, squinting in surprise.

Although she didn't know why Xu Yinluo's sword "betrayed" her, she could tell that Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen had joined forces to break through the opponent's protective aura.

"But it's still far from perfect." The leader of the Twin Blades Sect shook his head.

Being able to withstand a beating isn't a skill; at most, it just means being able to hold out for a longer time. Xu Yinluo lacks the means to win.

Biao Biao's gaze remained fixed on Xu Qi'an. Seeing that although he was disheveled, he was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief and secretly cheered him on.

In mid-air, Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen engaged in a fierce battle. Neither of them continued to try to break Xu Qi'an's golden body because it was too difficult.

Breaking the Qi shield was achieved through a clever trick; as for breaking the Golden Body, Xu Qi'an didn't have a double-edged sword inside his body.

Their plan was to use a combination of gentle persuasion and subtle tactics, occasionally targeting Xu Qi'an to gradually break down his invincibility.

"Was that the Heavenly Sect's ' Celestial Person ' technique just now? Impressive, it's impossible to defend against." Chu Yuanzhen asked with great interest.

"The Human Sect Swordsmanship is also quite good," Li Miaozhen said calmly.

"There are even better ones."

Chu Yuanzhen gave a low shout, raised his arm, and pointed his sword towards the sky.

In an instant, the martial artists present felt their weapons begin to tremble, and the trembling became more and more violent. Suddenly, they all broke free from their masters' hands, soared into the sky, and surged toward Chu Yuanzhen in droves.

Hundreds of weapons floated in the air, forming a formation that created a magnificent spectacle.

The martial arts practitioners who lost their weapons were not angry at all; instead, they showed excitement, as excited as a 200-pound child.

"Phew, I almost lost you."

Young Master Liu's master did everything in his power to protect the Law Artifact obtained by the Bureau of Astronomy, preventing them from being forcibly seized by Chu Yuanzhen.

Seeing this, Young Master Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Yuanzhen moved his sword finger, manipulating the "sword array" composed of countless weapons to roam in the air. They suddenly turned sharply downwards, striking a certain silver gong with a "clang clang clang," causing him to fall down again, looking utterly disheveled.

"Damn it, do you really think I'm an easy target? Believe me or not, I'll reveal the flaws in your formation. "Xu Qi'an was somewhat angry.

He had encountered this tactic before; the two had fought in Luo Yuheng's courtyard, and Chu Yuanzhen had used the same formation. Its weakness was that simply using the Heart Sword to strike the Swordsmanship could disrupt the "rhythm."

However, Li Miaozhen did not know the Human Sect Heart Sword technique, so she could not use this method to counter it.

After striking Xu Qi'an, Chu Yuanzhen manipulated a flying sword formation to envelop Li Miaozhen. However, a traitor appeared within the sword formation; some weapons suddenly turned on their "ally."

The two groups of weapons clashed fiercely in mid-air, locked in a fierce battle.

"Clang!"

Xu Qi'an drew his sword, leaped into the air, and slashed at Chu Yuanzhen, fiercely entering the battle.

At this moment, the two groups of flying swords seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, colliding at the same time and shooting towards Xu Qi'an with a whooshing sound.

With a series of "bang" sounds, weapons shattered one by one, and gold paint splashed onto Xu Qi'an's body. The gold paint peeled off, revealing normal skin, but it was instantly covered with a new layer of gold paint.

Well done! While struggling to defend himself, Xu Qi'an unleashed his potential, continuously coating his body with golden lacquer.

He needs such battles to hone his skills, like forging iron; each heavy blow will make him more refined.

Xu Qi'an, whose sword strike missed its mark, inevitably fell, becoming a sitting duck. Hundreds of weapons shattered, turning him into an ancient, faded Buddha statue.

Li Miaozhen seized the opportunity; her pupils turned glassy again, emotions faded, and indifference filled the space.

The black-gold longsword in Xu Qi'an's hand betrayed him once again, breaking free from its master's grasp and slashing fiercely at his chest. This strike finally shattered the golden body, leaving a deep, bone-deep wound.

A man and a knife fell into the river at the same time.

Splash! Water splashes up.

"This stab is enough to hurt him, but it won't be life-threatening," Li Miaozhen explained.

"Fine, it's better to teach him a lesson than for the Heavenly Sect to order you to kill him." Chu Yuanzhen nodded.

With no more reservations, the two unleashed their full power, fiercely battling in mid-air. At times, Sword Qi crisscrossed, and at other times, water dragons soared into the sky, making it difficult to determine a clear winner.

"Xu, Xu Yinluo lost?"

Some of the onlookers couldn't accept this fact, couldn't accept that Xu Qi'an had been defeated so quickly.

A wave of immense disappointment washed over them, and they finally realized that Xu Yinluo, whom they admired and praised, was truly no match for the two protagonists of the battle between the Celestial Person and the immortals.

"He shouldn't have acted like that. Those two strikes he unleashed during the duel were incredibly powerful. Why didn't he use them just now?"

"I heard that during the magical duel, the supervisor was helping him?"

They looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for words to refute.

"It's better than I expected," Jiang Luzhong praised.

The assembled experts nodded in agreement. It was truly remarkable that Xu Ningyan had withstood the combined attacks of two fourth-rank masters for so long. His physical defense was only slightly weaker than theirs, who were also fourth-rank masters.

The gap between the sixth and fourth ranks is simply too great; he is already very capable. Huaiqing gazed at the river and sighed silently.

"I hope my dog will be alright," Biao Biao asked worriedly.

"He's a sixth-rank martial artist, after all; those injuries are nothing," Huaiqing comforted him. After thinking for a moment, she added, "This is already very good; most sixth-rank martial artists couldn't do what he did."

"Hmm." Biao Biao nodded, still a little disappointed. Who wouldn't want the man they admire to be a hero among men?

Such an ending did not surprise some highly skilled members of the martial arts world, such as Lan Caiyi (Butterfly Sword) and Liu Yun (Double-Blade Heroine).

Xu Qi'an made a name for himself in the battle, and his resume and information would naturally be inquired about and collected. It would be easy to analyze his true cultivation level, or even find out directly.

How can a seventh-rank martial artist fight against two fourth-rank martial artists? It's already quite remarkable that he's managed to hold out this long.

He has great talent, and it's inevitable that he'll break through to the fourth rank in a few years. But right now, he's not enough to compete with the outstanding disciples of the Celestial Person Sects. Rongrong, the young lady of Wanhua Tower, thought to herself.

"Showing off like a fool!" the princess spat, speaking in a voice barely audible.

Chu Xianglong was taken aback, then frowned. "What did you say?"

The princess said indifferently, "What's it to you?"

Chu Xianglong wisely kept silent.

Xu Xinnian subconsciously ran a few steps forward, wanting to go to the river to retrieve his older brother, but then reason prevailed over emotion, and he let out a helpless sigh.

With your cultivation level, this injury shouldn't be life-threatening. It's true, you're clearly not strong enough, yet you still like to show off. The reputation you gained in battles will be gone in an instant.

Xu Xinnian cursed his elder brother inwardly for being foolish, his eyes fixed on the river. As soon as his elder brother came out, he would take him back to the capital to get medicine from the Bureau of Astronomy.

In the dark riverbed, where the currents were turbulent, Xu Qi'an adjusted his posture in the water, sat cross-legged, and placed his hands on his Dantian.

Crimson blood oozed from the knife wound in his chest, spreading across the dark water.

At this moment, he felt his blood boiling, and every meridian was burning. He had experienced this feeling when he swallowed the Qingdan, but now, the medicinal power scattered in his body was mixed with the remaining Essence Blood of the monk Shenshu, and it all boiled up at once.

The wound healed rapidly, and a spot of gold paint on his brow lit up, quickly covering his entire body. The gold paint emitted a rich light, illuminating the black background, making Xu Qi'an appear as a human figure solidified from pure gold light.

"Such powerful strength! I'm going to go out and blind them with my brilliance!"

With a powerful kick, the turbid water surged like ink, and Xu Qi'an, gleaming with golden light, shot out like an arrow.

Outside, Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, who were locked in fierce combat, simultaneously stopped fighting, separated themselves, and looked down at the river with surprise and uncertainty.

"Why did you stop playing?"

The onlookers, who were engrossed in watching, were puzzled by the two men's sudden stop.

Meanwhile, the powerful figures such as Jin Luo, the night watchman, and Lan Huan, Nightwatchers expert, seemed to sense something and all turned their gazes away, looking at the river.

A faint golden light appeared in the river and quickly expanded, making the water look like a golden soup.

"Boom!"

A towering column of water erupted from the river, and a golden light burst forth, even more intense than the blazing sun, blinding the crowd.

The figure burst forth from the waves, crashing heavily onto the riverbank, sending pebbles flying like projectiles.

On both banks of the Wei River, all eyes were on him.

The golden light subsided, Xu Qi'an stretched his limbs, saying slowly, "Let me stretch."

P. S.: Fight scenes are really hard to write, it takes me a very long time. There will be another chapter tonight.