The Fight
Editor: Larbre Studio
Under the gaze of the Zhuo Yunfeng couple, Lin Tiefeng and the rest, Jian Wushuang and Lin Yan walked to the center of the garden.
When they reached the center of the garden, Lin Yan held his sword up and told Jian Wushuang, "Draw your sword."
"Sword?"
Jian Wushuang smiled. Everyone was confused when they saw him walk over to the tree at the side and pick up a tree branch about thirty centimeters long.
"This is my sword," Jian Wushuang waved at Lin Yan and said.
"Jian Wushuang, are you trying to humiliate me?" Lin Yan exploded with rage.
The spectators knitted their eyebrows in confusion.
They thought that Jian Wushuang was being arrogant.
Even if Jian Wushuang had a terrifying talent in the Sword Doctrine, he had been tested for it and he was facing a child who was two years older than him. How could he beat him with just a branch?