On the training grounds.
"Do you two need any weapons?" Wang Hong's voice rang out.
"Sword!" Wan Jianyi succinctly replied.
"King, I need a handy long staff!" Xu Sansheng said.
"Catch!" Wang Hong's voice echoed again.
He raised his hand with a wave.
Buzz!
Accompanied by the sound of a sword humming, a streak of sword light sliced through the air.
Wan Jianyi raised his hand and grabbed, and the sword light, seemingly spiritual, flew into his hand.
As the sword light faded, a shining three-foot-long blade appeared in his hand.
Boom!
Then came another thunderous roar as if waves were crashing against a rock wall.
A long staff broke through the air, stirring the wind, flying straight towards Xu Sansheng.
Seeing this, Xu Sansheng suddenly leapt up and faced the incoming fine iron staff, reaching out to grab it.
He was promptly brought straight down toward the ground by the power.
Boom—
