Royal Guard, Fu Yinhong!

Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

A long while later, the frustrated young man finally breathed a sigh of relief and awkwardly withdrew the Thousand Leaves Style that he was about to use to strike.

He thought, "Damn it! Who told you to strike?"

"It was a chance to test my technique, a so-called whetstone for my sword!"

"I haven't tried my sword skills yet or fought with my flesh!"

"I finally met a Master Stage swordsman and wanted to see what kind of combat power I had, but the opportunity was taken away from me."

Yet, he learned something from Aje's slap.

As a matter of fact, if the physical body could achieve such a feat, fancy fighting was unnecessary.

A palm slap could fix many kinds of defiant behaviors.

"Can I achieve such a feat?" he wondered.

Xu Xiaoshou was hesitant when he checked the passive points at the bottom of the information bar.