Xue Yuantong shouted, "How bold, secretly hiding weapons!"
Jiang Ning saw Dongdong, that troublemaker, and delivered a flying kick with terrifying force, sending both Dongdong and the pot lid flying into the snow.
"What are you practicing?" Jiang Ning used his shoe tip to hook up the aluminum sword, which, despite being one of the weakest metal swords, still had significant weight. In Dongdong's hands, it definitely had lethal potential.
Jiang Ning grasped the sword by both ends and forcefully bent it into a U-shape.
Dongdong saw his beloved treasure sword destroyed, and lay on the ground crying bitterly. Who would remember that he was just a few years old?
Jiang Ning found him annoying, gave him another kick, then straightened the sword again, and said lightly, "What nonsense are you practicing, I'll teach you a move."
With that said, Jiang Ning held the sword single-handedly, with the tip pointed at Dongdong.
