Meanwhile, deep within the forest, an arrogant young man cleaved the head from a wild wolf with a single stroke. He was now wiping his prized blade with a handkerchief.
"Congratulations, Young Master. Your Swordsmanship has improved again," his men said respectfully.
The young man laughed. "Hahaha, my swordsmanship is progressing well. One day, I will catch up to my father. Achieving the Unity of Man and Sword is my goal!" He was very confident in his own strength.
Suddenly, an arrow flew toward him. With a flash of his sword, he sliced it in two.
"Be careful!" he had barely shouted the warning when three of his men were struck by arrows, killed on the spot.
"Ah! Who is it?" he roared angrily. "Attack!"
"We can't, Young Master! We've alerted that mysterious Yan Clan. We have to get out of here!" The remaining five men immediately formed a protective ring around the young man and fled in a hurry.
