50 Never Learning From His Mistakes

"He improved that much in just two months time?"

A few miles away, Shui Qinghe lied on the ground. His body was covered in injuries, and his clothes were torn. Zhong Yue's attack severely hurt him. Additionally, he had received even more injuries when he fell from the sky. After a few moments of resting, he barely managed to get up.

"Zhong Shan Clan's Zhong Yue! In terms of training, I may not be your opponent, but one's strength is not purely based on training!"

Shui Qinghe looked at the top of the mountain from a distance, and his clothes suddenly fluttered. The sounds of metal clanking could be heard and eight tiny swords the size of needles appeared!

These silver swords were only four inches long and had tiny blades and hilts. One could barely notice the little silver rays in the air if they did not pay attention.