BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—
Fang Han and Xue Yuanlang were tangled in a fierce struggle, their palm shadows and sword light interweaving as Qi Force erupted everywhere.
Wounds began to appear on Fang Han's body from time to time.
A blast of Palm Wind grazed his left shoulder, tearing his cyan robe and leaving behind a bloody gash.
The aftershock of a Palm Seal struck his right leg, sending waves of stinging pain through it.
But his sword left wounds on Xue Yuanlang's body as well.
Xue Yuanlang's left arm was sliced by the blade's edge, leaving a gash half a foot long that seeped blood.
The tip of the sword struck his waist. Despite his Inner Qi Body Protection, it still pierced a bloody hole an inch deep.
"You little bastard! How are you so hard to deal with?!"
Xue Yuanlang's expression grew increasingly grim.
He never would have imagined that he, a mighty First Grade Martial Artist, would be unable to take down a junior at the Middle Stage of Third Grade.
