After saying this, the little girl simply stood where she was, waiting patiently for her opponent to attack.
The ten-year-old boy's expression stiffened.
Gentle? She wants to be gentle with me?
To him, those words sounded less like encouragement and more like an insult!
He was ten years old, after all!
How could he accept being treated like a fragile little child by a five-year-old girl?
"Don't underestimate me!"
With a shout, the boy charged forward and swung his wooden sword with all his might.
"Whoosh!"
The wooden sword sliced through the air, but Su Wanwan tilted her little body to the side and dodged it with astonishing ease.
The boy's eyes widened.
Before he could recover, Su Wanwan had already returned to her original position, smiling at him as though nothing had happened.
She hadn't even drawn a weapon of her own.
Instead, the little girl kept her hands behind her back and continued dodging every incoming attack.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
