Just as He Lingchuan landed a hit with the wooden saber, he clamped one hand onto Meng Shan’s shoulder guard, letting the rebound force launch him upward in a smooth glide. This made it so that Meng Shan’s arms snapped shut around empty air. Having missed his target, Meng Shan let out a furious roar.0

He Lingchuan flipped backward, landed behind Meng Shan, and struck out with the saber once again!0

This time, he aimed for the back of Meng Shan’s neck, which was an area that the leather armor did not cover. Even without a sharp edge, a clean hit to such a spot would make any fighter’s vision go black.0

But down below, Sun Fuling only frowned slightly and shook her head.1

Meng Shan ducked just in time, leaving the wooden saber with nothing to hit.0

After the furious roar that he had released just now, his movements gained a noticeable burst of speed. His hulking frame even shrank a full size, allowing him to twist into a nimble, almost impossible dive-roll. He swung his wolf’s fang mace directly toward He Lingchuan’s torso fiercely and quickly.0

A thick red light suddenly burst from the wooden spikes of the wolf’s fang mace.0

All of the weapons in the Martial Review Hall were plain wooden weapons with no special characteristics. For that kind of glow to erupt, Meng Shan had clearly invoked his true...0