Wen Xishu took a deep breath and made a foolish, clumsy move.
He charged at the wall, slamming into it fiercely.
Thorns instantly pierced Wen Xishu's flesh, and blood began to flow along the wounds on his skin.
At that moment, Liu Jianxin was completely stunned.
Wen Xishu seemed oblivious to the obstacles ahead, slamming hard into the wall!
The first attempt had no effect, only shattering his body.
So he crashed into it again, continuously.
Bang!
Bang!
Mixed with the sound of thorns piercing flesh was the loud crashing noise.
But Wen Xishu never stopped.
Liu Jianxin watched this clumsy man, his hand beginning to tremble slightly.
"Does it really have to go to this extent?"
Wen Xishu's voice was soft, yet unusually firm:
"Every child has a martial arts dream. When I was young, if I picked up a branch that looked like a sword by the roadside, I'd happily wave it around for half the day, as if I'd found an extraordinary sword."
