Clang clang clang clang!

On the training ground, the wooden swords clashed continuously. Lin Qiye stood with one hand behind his back, gripping the sword in his right hand, stepping forward steadily.

Across from him, Baili Pangpang was in a panic, retreating hastily and swinging his wooden sword chaotically, barely able to defend himself.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Qiye effortlessly disarmed Baili Pangpang and then took a big step forward, holding the wooden sword at Baili Pangpang's neck.