BANG!
SMACK!
Zheng Fan was once again knocked to the ground by a wooden sword.
"My lord, do you need to rest?"
"One more time."
Gasping for breath, Zheng Fan scrambled to his feet, his hands gripping the wooden sword again.
Liang Cheng stood calmly with his sword, waiting for Zheng Fan's next attack.
The two of them had been practicing for three days now.
In other words, Zheng Fan had been getting thrashed for three days.
The feeling was far from pleasant, but fortunately, Zheng Fan could grit his teeth and endure.
"AHHHH!!!"
Zheng Fan launched another attack.
Their wooden swords clashed continuously. Zheng Fan's every strike was decisive, holding nothing back.
Liang Cheng, however, kept retreating, merely parrying his attacks.