The sharp Sword Qi, carrying an irresistible mighty force, struck the large sword, causing Pang Peng's huge body to lose balance. He was sent flying and crashed into a bush.
Wen Wen looked at the exquisite sword sheath and nodded satisfactorily, finding the item genuinely impressive.
Suddenly, several white orbs of light moved erratically toward him; Wen Wen faced them with a short sword in one hand and the sword sheath in the other.
Given Wen Wen's current physical condition, handling multiple attacks at once was somewhat challenging, but he gradually found joy in it.
"This thing, it's like playing dodgeball, just a bit more advanced."
Perhaps due to their numbers, the trajectories of these white orbs were easy to predict; after getting used to them, Wen Wen's movements became smaller and more composed.
Liu Shang watched Wen Wen's unmistakenly joyful smile at the corner of his mouth, and cold sweat gradually formed on his forehead.